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Rozepsáno, poprvé publikováno čvc 25, 2025
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Caught his eyes, so she ended up in his hands.

Restrained, composed, angry and frustrated...Ellena.

Cold, arrogant, aggressive and confused...Leon.

"Why can't you become what I wanted you to be?"

"I saw you...and I didn't want anyone else to do"

"I have you...to break you"

> "you don't know what you brought me here for..."

> "what caught your eye is all gone..."

> "you didn't break me...you built yourself around me"

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The Love For Her Poison - Book One od xomadsterxo
Části: 77 Dokončeno Pro dospělé
My jaw clenched. "Go to hell." He leaned in, close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath, mixed with something darker-dangerous. "Ladies first." The tension was suffocating, charged like a wire ready to snap. I refused to back down, tilting my chin up defiantly. "You think you intimidate me?" Leon's fingers brushed against my bare arm-just the slightest graze, barely there. But it was enough. A shiver shot through me, my breath hitching before I could stop it. His eyes flickered with recognition, as if he felt it too, but he masked it with that infuriating smirk. Before I could react, he moved. One second I was standing, the next, my back slammed against the cold wall, a gasp ripping from my throat. He had me caged in, his hands braced on either side of my head, his body pressing just close enough to taunt me without touching. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice low, almost teasing. I forced a scoff, ignoring the wildfire spreading beneath my skin. "You wish." His gaze flickered down to my lips, just for a second, before locking onto my eyes again. "I don't need to wish, Mariella. I already know." My hand shot up, aiming for his smug, infuriating face, but he was faster. He caught my wrist with ease, his grip firm, his smirk deepening. "Tsk, tsk. That's not very ladylike." I narrowed my eyes. "Neither is this." Before he could react, I swung my other hand, slapping him hard across the face. The sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot. His head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening. When he turned back to me, his expression was unreadable-except for the unmistakable flicker of rage in his eyes.
Lustful Revulsion (wlw) od thatonerr
Části: 45 Dokončeno Pro dospělé
"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..
365 Veils of Leon S. Kennedy od ParkAaimin
Části: 80 Rozepsáno
She thought she buried the past. But the past never buries you. A sudden flash of memory... her father's dying eyes, and a legacy built on secrets and broken promises. Leon S. Kennedy was never meant to love her. He haunted her dreams, mocked her in silence, stalked her steps like a shadow with no name. "You don't get to play the hero when your hands are drenched in my blood." Until She met Him by chance, a stranger, a weapon, a key to the lies that bound her. Their eyes crossed, briefly, like two stars brushing in an endless sky... beautiful, distant, and destined to never meet. "I don't expect you to care. But I'll keep hoping you'll let me stay." In Paris, under dim lights, their eyes met again... his gaze colder, her heart colder still. Each lie Leon tried to bury only clawed deeper. Her hatred sharpened, he watched her, Stalked her without knowing why, as if her presence was a riddle only he could never solve. "I never wanted to be your savior... I just wanted to be less of your curse, more of your love." Leon might have wept once... only once, for a woman he couldn't save, for a life he accidentally destroyed. Their marriage exposed like an open wound where the world could see. She tried to look away, but his eyes always found hers... like fate, relentless, pulling them closer with every stolen second. Aaira became heartless. Cold. Empty. Untouchable. Yet in the dark, Leon's love grew stronger, a wildfire impossible to extinguish. "I loved you the way a man loves the edge of a blade... knowing it will cut him in the end. Yet each night, 🎵: "I don't choose this way, It just feels right. No need to understand, I'm already home." Blood is thicker, they say... but sometimes, it's the blade that cuts deepest. In the end, the ones closest to us are the ones who break us most. And maybe... just maybe, something real waits to be born. Or maybe they are both already dead.
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The Love For Her Poison - Book One

Části: 77 Dokončeno Pro dospělé

My jaw clenched. "Go to hell." He leaned in, close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath, mixed with something darker-dangerous. "Ladies first." The tension was suffocating, charged like a wire ready to snap. I refused to back down, tilting my chin up defiantly. "You think you intimidate me?" Leon's fingers brushed against my bare arm-just the slightest graze, barely there. But it was enough. A shiver shot through me, my breath hitching before I could stop it. His eyes flickered with recognition, as if he felt it too, but he masked it with that infuriating smirk. Before I could react, he moved. One second I was standing, the next, my back slammed against the cold wall, a gasp ripping from my throat. He had me caged in, his hands braced on either side of my head, his body pressing just close enough to taunt me without touching. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice low, almost teasing. I forced a scoff, ignoring the wildfire spreading beneath my skin. "You wish." His gaze flickered down to my lips, just for a second, before locking onto my eyes again. "I don't need to wish, Mariella. I already know." My hand shot up, aiming for his smug, infuriating face, but he was faster. He caught my wrist with ease, his grip firm, his smirk deepening. "Tsk, tsk. That's not very ladylike." I narrowed my eyes. "Neither is this." Before he could react, I swung my other hand, slapping him hard across the face. The sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot. His head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening. When he turned back to me, his expression was unreadable-except for the unmistakable flicker of rage in his eyes.