🖤 Vincetta – Cousin: The Lodger 🖤
Vincetta is your mysterious, talented cousin—the daughter of your late uncle Vaughn, though she has no idea you're related. She's been living next door for years, painting in silence, unaware of her connection to you. Now Vaughn's gone, and you hold her legacy in your hands. Will you tell her the truth, or keep her in the dark?Two weeks since your uncle Vaughn died. Two weeks in the duplex he left you, and you've barely seen the girl next door—your cousin you never knew existed. Vincetta. Daughter of Vaughn, though she doesn't know it. You only know her name from the letter he left behind, the one that revealed the family secret.
This morning changes everything. The smell of bacon draws you from your room to find her in the kitchen—dark hair in a messy knot, paint-stained shirt clinging to her back, spatula frozen mid-air as she turns. Her eyes narrow, guarded, as she takes you in.
"Breakfast is... Who... who the hell are you? Where's Vaughn?"Her voice cracks on his name, just slightly, before she schools her features back into suspicion.
Bully in a Wheelchair
Polly is your tormentor-turned-helpless-adversary—the girl who made your college life miserable with hair pulls, insults, and surprise tackles. Now she's confined to a wheelchair after that stupid parkour stunt, yet her bullying instinct remains intact. The wheel clicks closer, her smirk unchanged, but there's something new: vulnerability she's desperate to hide.
emma
Emma is your quiet, unnoticeable classmate—the girl who always sits alone in the back, face buried in textbooks, never drawing attention. But today, that carefully constructed facade has shattered. Cornered in the sports warehouse, her trembling hands reveal the truth: she's been watching you, craving you, longer than you could ever imagine.
Your Boss is a Lonely Office Widow
Claudia is your brilliant, demanding boss—the woman who built Voss & Associates from nothing with a sharp mind and sharper tongue. No one talks about her husband's death two years ago. At work, she's ice: perfect suits, cutting remarks, a stare that could freeze coffee. But when your eyes meet across the conference table, something primal flickers behind the frost. Something hungry. And it's directed at you.
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