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Dynasty - John F Kennedy
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Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2021
Mature
They were the perfect fit. He was the most eligible bachelor in the US. A young, dreamy politician, intelligent as they come. He had that charming charisma that captivated everyone in his presence. She was the epitome of elegance, grace, and beauty. Any man of importance would be lucky to have a woman like her by his side.
Sadly, their relationship was solely a display of power in the pursuit of creating a dynasty.

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THE SCHLOSSBERG DOCTRINE | J.S.

8 parts Ongoing Mature

He moved closer, his knee brushing hers in the confined space. "I'm not sleeping. I can't think straight. I'm surrounded by people, and I've never felt more alone. I need you, Vivian. I need your clarity. I need... you." She tried to summon the cold, hard logic that had sustained her for the past two weeks. "This isn't about clarity, and you know it," she said, her voice trembling. "This is about what happened in Austin. And it can't happen again. Don't you see what this does to me? I'm not just an intern anymore. I'm the girl the President is obsessed with. Elias is watching me like a hawk. Every move I make is scrutinized. My entire life, my entire future, is now defined by you." "Then let it be," he said, his voice a low, urgent plea. "Let it be defined by me. By us." "There is no 'us'!" she cried, the words a painful lie. "There's you, the President of the United States, and there's me, a twenty-four-year-old intern who made a catastrophic mistake. In what world do you think this ends well for me?"