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THE BOY WITH SAPPHIRE EYES

Title Suggestion: * The Sapphire’s Obsession Bound by Blue Eyes Shattered Silk: His Guilt, Her Revenge Synopsis: "I love you, but I will never belong to you." Seo-ah is a survivor. After the brutal death of her parents, she traded her innocence for a cold, "tomboy" exterior and a heart made of stone. She lived for one thing: the truth. But the truth came in the form of Kim—a man with mesmerizing Sapphire Eyes and a family legacy soaked in the blood of her past. One night of alcohol and raw passion blurred the lines between hate and desire. But when the morning light revealed Kim’s hidden secrets, Seo-ah walked away, leaving behind the man she couldn't help but love and the life she couldn't bear to lead. Three years later. The shadows have changed. Seo-ah is no longer a victim; she is a power player in a black shirt, commanding the city’s elite from a VIP room. Kim has spent every second of those three years hunting for her, driven to the brink of madness by his obsession. When they reunite, the air sparks with a hunger that time couldn't kill. But as Kim kneels with a diamond ring, offering her a throne in his empire, Seo-ah delivers a chilling blow: She will give him her body, but never her name. In a world where love is a weakness and freedom is everything, can Kim bridge the gap between his guilt and her scars? Or is their love destined to remain a beautiful, broken masterpiece? Why Read This? (Key Tags): #StrongFemaleLead: Seo-ah is independent, fierce, and refuses to be controlled. #ObsessiveLove: Kim’s devotion borders on madness. #SlowBurn: A deep emotional connection built on years of pain and longing. #SecretIdentity: The mystery of the parents' death keeps the tension high. #Steamy: Intense, passionate encounters between the leads.
Oriniska · 1k Views

Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore 1

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue reading, they’re posted on at ko-fi.com/taro13755.
Faithzero · 1.6k Views

I'm In Honkai Impact 3rd, But My Dreams Lead Me to Star Rail?!

Lynelle once said that if she could ever transmigrate over into the world of Honkai, she would stop at nothing to ensure the story had a happy ending. But she never expected that "stop at nothing" wouldn't just be a figure of speech—it would be her reality. After successfully crossing into the Honkai world, Lynelle discovered her unique ability: whenever she lost consciousness, there was a chance she'd switch over to the world of Star Rail. And death? That triggered the switch every single time. With such a power, you'd think she'd thrive by leveraging her knowledge of both worlds, right? Well… Day 1: Injected with a massive dose of Honkai energy at Babylon Labs, died. Switched to Star Rail, instantly died in the vacuum of space. Day 2: Same as above. Day 3: 'Lynelle, Lynelle, how can you be so passive?' she scolded herself. 'That's it—today I'm knocking Sirin out and taking her place in the experiments!' Day 4: Won my resurrection match only to find Sirin kneeling beside me, begging me through tears not to die. Well, there goes my dignity. Haha. Just as Lynelle was starting to enjoy this morbid cycle, she discovered her system had finally arrived—and it wasn't alone. [Detected host has made physical contact with 'The Herta'. Character card 'The Herta' added to character pool.] [Detected host has made physical contact with 'Herta's Lace Gloves'. Item added to weapon pool.] You've got to be kidding me. Herta picked up my Star Rail account?! --+-- The Raws Are: 穿越到崩坏的我,梦境却能链接星铁? Feel Free to Support the OG Author.
AspenTL · 1.3m Views