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Eve: Hunter Of Men

I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office. Empty. I let out a small breath. "Pheew…" Looks like the CEO isn't here yet. I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk. The chair was… different. Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive. The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took. For a second… I let myself relax. My thoughts drifted. My mother. It's been a month. No calls. No visits. But she's fine… Kelvin said so. "She's in a coma." My chest tightened. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. Just one..... A hand gripped my jaw. Firm. Cold. My breath caught as my head was tilted upward, And then I saw him. My heart stopped. He was.. No… that wasn't normal. No man should look like that. Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born. A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control. And his eyes… Cold. Not empty. Just… calculating. His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous. Too perfect. Too wrong. Too handsome. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice… Low. Smooth. Something that didn't ask twice. A shiver ran down my spine. I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality. "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?" A pause. Then A smile. Cold. Slow. Dangerous. "Your dream huh…?" he repeated. I nodded slightly, still dazed. "Okay." The word came out too easily. Too calmly. His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered. My brows pulled slightly. "…a brave, innocent little cat." My heart skipped. "But she didn't have to drug you." Erica…? Cat…? Drug…? This dream is getting confusing... Before I could think. He moved. Fast. Too fast. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward... And his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened. Warm. Firm. Possessive. "Mmm…" The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Why does this feel so real…? Is this how dreams feel? My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good. My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair. Soft. Smooth. Too real. I pulled slightly. "This is too—" Pain shot through my lip. "Ouch!" He bit me. I froze. Pain. Real pain. My eyes snapped open fully. This isn't a dream. Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the CEO's office. I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair. My face burned. I couldn't even look at him. My head dropped immediately. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. With shaky hands, I pointed to the table. "Y-your coffee… sir." Silence. Heavy. Thick. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. I need to get out. Now. I turned quickly, reaching for the door. "Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce??? I froze. Slowly… I turned back. "Who are you?" he asked again. This time, colder. Clearer. "My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir." A scoff. Sharp. "Assistant?" His footsteps were slow as he moved closer. "Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?" My throat tightened. "Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…" A pause. Then, lower till he got to my height level "…little cat." My fingers tightened around the door handle. "I..I have to go, sir." Coward. "Call me if you need anything else." I didn't wait. I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me. messing up on the first day of my mission!!! how ironic.
destiny_22 · 7.1k Views

I will love my child this time

I am an evil mother, for I burdened my child with all the responsibility; my torment and my resentment.. The beautiful child who could not smile, grew up in pain and violence.. The traitor of the Empire, "Ayan de Altan," was executed in the public square... My child, whom I never looked at throughout the twenty-five years, never, smiled sadly and said arrogantly on the day of his execution: "I do not care for this Empire's hatred of me, for I never desired your good feelings. So here I am, being executed now to rid you of your final chains. The last Altan monster is executed; Altan will be erased from existence." Ayan was executed, but the pain and sorrow remained in my heart. Years after my son's death, I went to his grave and took a small bottle of purple poison, remembering what the seller said... ["It is a very harmful poison; it makes the one who drinks it suffer greatly, as if their body is being torn apart. Madam, is there someone you want to kill with such brutality?!"] I took a deep breath, opened the bottle cap, and poured it into my mouth. "I am the one who deserves to die in pain." I felt the poison starting to tear my body apart. I began to gasp and ache, tears burning in my eyes. "Ayan, I am sorry, my little one. If time could go back, I would have given you love instead of resentment. I would have held you more, told you that you are the best child in the world. I... I didn't hate you. I burdened you with my hatred for myself and my helplessness... my child, I love you, finally."
sara_Luffy11 · 24.8k Views

Holding You Through The Strom(BL)

Title: Holding You Through the Storm Lu Zhen has never believed in love. To him, attachment is nothing more than a temporary illusion—something that always ends in betrayal, abandonment, or pain. So he keeps his distance, builds his walls, and never lets anyone get close enough to see what’s beneath. Until Lin Xu. Warm, patient, and quietly persistent, Lin Xu enters his life without force—just presence. He notices the things no one else does. The forced smiles. The silence behind Lu Zhen’s coldness. And instead of walking away, he stays. At first, Lu Zhen doesn’t understand it. Then he gets used to it. And before he realizes it… he starts needing it. But for someone who has only ever known pain, love feels more like a threat than a comfort. So when things begin to matter too much— when Lin Xu becomes too important— Lu Zhen does the only thing he knows how to do. He pushes him away. Hard. Left with nothing but silence and regret, Lu Zhen is forced to face a truth he’s been running from his entire life: Some people don’t leave because they want to… they leave because you make them. When fate brings them face to face again, Lin Xu is no longer the same person who stayed without question. And this time, love isn’t something Lu Zhen can take for granted. To have him back, he’ll have to learn something he never did before— How to stay. How to trust. How to love without breaking everything he touches. Because some storms don’t just destroy you… some force you to rebuild. And this time— Lu Zhen doesn’t want to face it alone. Tagline: Through pain, through fear, through everything—you are mine.
Silent_Phantom_04 · 16.1k Views

CRIMSON EMBRACE

||-Ongoing-|| ~Rachel & Carmen~ 18+|BDSM|EROTICA|GxG|INTERSEX ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ You had not been so sure what exactly she made you feel like, but now you do. She made you feel like a prey because she gave off extreme predator vibes. She -especially her eyes- made you feel as if she could hold you, possess you and swallow you whole in some kind of a way. What surprised you the most was the thought that you would actually be begging for it. "If you come one step closer, it would mean that you want me to have you little kitten." ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ When Rachel & Carmen meet at a bar, the sparks are quick and almost disorientating, all fire and brimstone. And when Carmen offers to take her home after a drastic meeting, Rachel does not decline. Both hunger for each other, completely unaware that something powerful and all consuming is about to build between them. But the matter was could they face whatever it was, together? Could they nurture and preserve the flames that would engulf them after their one night stand? Could they be together despite every dramatic twist and turn in their passionate, explosive and somewhat chaotic love story? ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ This is a story of lust turned to love. It tells of a desire that brands the soul and of a passion that consumes the mind. It speaks of a relationship that burgeons like the plants in the field, of the sun that shines bright and warm. It is a tale of a betrayal that cuts through the bones. This is a story that could or could not have a happy ending after all. @OmaPhinaPhire
OmaPhinaPhire · 55.8k Views