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𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 18+  by adasparadise
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「 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨」 ❝You like being hunted, don't you, little thing? Knowing every fucking breath you take makes me want to pin you down and fuck you right there.❞ ───────────────── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie. A prestigious Parisian college for the rich and powerful. Cyril is none of those things. He's poor, painfully shy and far too soft. Just the scholarship student everyone overlooks. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Roses with no sender and handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing, exactly who he's talking to, and exactly when he's alone. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears, and the monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like this isn't the beginning, but something that started long before Cyril ever noticed. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion with masked faces, and a Halloween "party" that feels more like a trap. Obsession has a name. And it's coming for him. ─────────────────
Only at Midnight  by Sky_Hayes
Sky_Hayes
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Because of a scandal, I was forced to stay at home, and the love of my life paid the price for it. Then a hacker took control of my life, cutting off every way I had to reach her and turning my world into a nightmare. Yet somehow, the deeper he got under my skin, the more surprisingly gentle he became. By the time I finally got the chance to explain everything, it was too late. She had already chosen her childhood friend as her future fiancé. I told myself he was the enemy, the man who had taken her from me, the man I should have hated. But the more our paths crossed, the harder it became to ignore the obsession growing between us. Now, I refuse to lose what I love, and the man who keeps calling me "Bambi" is about to regret ever meeting me.