"Xiao Zhuo... I've no words to say to you.. you're.. so sweet.. thank you, thank you very much.. you've no idea how much all of this means to me.. but, why are you like this?.. one gift was already enough for me.. you didn't have to do all of this, really.." "If it makes you happy then why not? I'll do anything to see that adorable smile of yours.. seeing you happy makes me happy too.." A short story where Zhuo YiChen spoils Zhao YuanZhou with gifts.

When humans and demons clashed, everything fell apart. Out of that chaos, the Demon Hunting Bureau emerged, ready to tackle the impossible, with their own power. Zhuo Yichen, young and relentless, inherits the bloodline of a dragon god, and is determined to take down every demon that threaten his world. But then there's Zhu Yan, his ultimate rival. He's the most powerful demon in history, capable of turning cities to ashes, yet he doesn't conquer anything. His silence is a puzzle, and his presence is a force of nature. As a looming catastrophe threatening to destroy everything, enemies turn into allies. Bound by fate, Zhuo Yichen and Zhu Yan, learn that the line between hate and love is razor-thin. Welcome to a fantasy world where anything can happen.

Eighteen years old, twin brothers Lian Zu and Rui Ju receive a mysterious gift from their elder brother. A relic that promises power, and a challenge that could change everything. When night falls, the world they know shifts, thrusting them into a journey where strength, courage, and wisdom will be tested like never before. In a realm where every choice carries weight, the twins must face trials that will push their abilities and their bond to the limit. One thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same again. ☣️Disclaimer: This content is not intended to offend, insult, shame, or criticize the actor in any way. The image and descriptions are based solely on the fictional character Zhuo Yichen as portrayed in a fanfiction story. Any references are directed toward the fictional character only and should not be interpreted as comments about the actor's appearance, body, or personal attributes. This work is purely fictional and created for storytelling purposes.

In a world governed by duty and silent betrayals, a single choice shatters the delicate balance of loyalty and fate. Bound by an unbreakable thread, two souls navigate a treacherous path where love is both salvation and ruin. As the shadows of the past tighten their grip and the weight of the future looms, the line between devotion and destruction blurs. When the moment of reckoning arrives, will they embrace the truth or be consumed by it? ☣️Disclaimer: This content is not intended to offend, insult, shame, or criticize the actor in any way. The image and descriptions are based solely on the fictional character Zhuo Yichen as portrayed in a fanfiction story. Any references are directed toward the fictional character only and should not be interpreted as comments about the actor's appearance, body, or personal attributes. This work is purely fictional and created for storytelling purposes. ⚠️WARNING THIS STORY IS 🔥18+🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Felix was just a normal college student-gifted with a vivid imagination and a gentle heart. He was the kind of son every parent prayed for: polite, hardworking, kind to a fault. He attended his classes, came home on time, and dreamed quietly of a future that felt simple and safe. Nothing about him was special enough to deserve what happened next. One moment, Felix was living his ordinary life. The next-he vanished. No witnesses. No clues. No explanations. Just an empty space where he once was. --- Felix woke up with a sharp gasp. The first thing he noticed was the cold. Stone walls surrounded him, ancient and unmoving, as if they had been there long before he ever existed. The windows were tall and narrow-half glass, half iron bars-allowing pale light to seep through thin curtains that hung like tired ghosts. This was not his room. This was not his world. Panic settled in his chest as he tried to move- And then he felt it. Someone was there. Felix slowly lifted his gaze. A man stood near the window, tall and impossibly still, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, colder-dangerous. Not human. A vampire. "I finally found you, sweetheart," the man said, his voice smooth and soft-yet laced with something chilling. "Now you're mine." Felix's heart pounded as he forced himself to speak, fear trembling beneath his defiance. "I'm not yours." The vampire turned, a slow smile curving his lips. "Then," he replied calmly, stepping closer, "I'll make you." --- Warning!! ✰ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sᴍᴜᴛs ✰ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ✰ᴀɴɢsᴛ ✰sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ (sʟɪɢʜᴛ) ✰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ / ɢᴏʀᴇ ✰ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.

【Ancient times transmigrated to modern times, little bodyguard and film emperor, where first comes marriage then comes love, struggling in the entertainment circle】 Yang Anyu was originally a little personal bodyguard for a general. As a result, his soul transmigrated to a second-generation young master in the modern era, then met his 'general' Yi Chenyan again. The general had especially respected and worshipped unexpectedly became a performer? (Actually, he's a popular film emperor) What made Yang Anyu even more astonished was that- he had been 'married off' to Yi Chenyan. A few years later- Fan A: Our Xiao Yu is good-looking and skilled in acting, able to sing and dance, and is really, really handsome when filming action movies! He's completely like Mr. Perfect! Fan B: Is there any meaning to life if I can't sleep with Yang Anyu once in this life? Fan C: But rumours say that he's already married. His wife must have saved the world in her last life ah! Yi Chenyan: ... (Great film emperor Yi looked at a certain Yang person under his body. He's recently becoming increasingly "megadere" over himself, what should he do?) ①Yi Chenyan x Yang Anyu, (Indifferent and cool, later becomes deeply in love loyal dog gong x optimistic, lively, and only megadere to his gong shou) ②Modern times impracticality, extremely serious entertainment circle novel; sweet and naive, has a golden finger and a very Sue novel!

❛ ( . . . Hyunjin then glances over his shoulder. "Long way from The Smiths, don't you think?" he comments. And Felix has no idea what that means. "Huh?" "I mean," the boy chuckles, "I didn't think someone who came in asking for The Queen Is Dead last week would also have a taste for heavy metal." . . . ) ❜ OR: Felix goes to the vinyl store in search for a sleeve and meets Hwang Hyunjin instead, the sickeningly respectful-and annoyingly gorgeous-store clerk.

Years ago there was a Kingdom in the south which is famous for their strict werewolves rules, where Omega's are considered as low as some stray animals... There are supposed to be slaves of their alpha's.. What will happen when an omega boy named Felix who lived his whole life in suppression from both of his father and brothers is arranged to marry The king of dark night kingdom HWANG HYUNJIN ...

Felix Lee isn't just rich. He isn't just feared. At twenty-one, he is the youngest mafia boss alive, sitting on a throne built from blood, loyalty, and fire. Men twice his age bow when he enters a room. Rivals whisper his name like a curse. With his brothers at his side, Felix has already conquered everything worth taking. But then there's Hyunjin. Nineteen. Sharp-tongued. Beautiful. Dangerous in ways that don't come from violence but from survival. He belongs to Kim Min-Young-Felix's sworn enemy. Which means he should have been off-limits. A distraction. A problem. Instead, he became Felix's obsession. What started as one night was never going to stay that way. Felix doesn't let go of what he wants, and he doesn't know how to stop burning for Hyunjin. To him, Hyunjin isn't a mistake-he's the only thing worth breaking rules for. And Felix will burn cities, empires, and anyone who dares stand in his way to keep him. Because in Felix's world, love isn't tender. It's possession. And possession is deadly. Dialogue Peek: Felix leaned back in Hyunjin's chair, turning lazily, his smirk sharp enough to cut. "So... did you enjoy it, as much as I did?" Hyunjin shoved papers into a folder, his voice a harsh whisper. "This isn't the time to talk about last night. If word got out about that mistake, my job here is done." Felix rose, each step deliberate as he circled the desk. "A mistake? Really? A mistake doesn't leave you breathless... twice in the same night." Hyunjin's glare didn't waver. "You're impossible." Felix snapped his laptop shut, leaned down until his shadow swallowed Hyunjin whole, and spun his chair to face him. "Call it whatever you want. We both know you're the one who called me... begging."

Hyunjin is the undisputed prince of the Fine Arts department: long black hair, always wearing oversized silk shirts with twenty rings, walks around campus like he's shooting a music video, and every professor already treats him like the next Korean Picasso. Felix... accidentally ended up in the same department. He originally applied for the Baking & Pastry program next door, but because of a typo in the system, he got accepted into Oil Painting instead. By the time they fixed it, the pastry course was full. So now Felix (who can barely draw a stick figure) is stuck holding a palette and a brush for an entire year, looking like a lost golden retriever in a room full of wolves. Hyunjin's first words upon seeing Felix in his sacred studio: "Who let a human loaf of milk bread in here?" Nb : Ctto for all original images