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Beneath the cold

A boy sobbed, his small hands clinging desperately. “Jiwonie… please, don’t leave me, I don't want to be here again” the young man whispered through tears. “Serzh… I’ll come back trust me. Just… wait for me” The boy screamed, his voice breaking as the orphanage worker pulled him back. “NO! You said you’d protect me! You said you’d stay forever by my side!” “I’m sorry… Serzh.” ________________________ Seven years later... In the icy streets of Saint Petersburg, shadows move silently under the rule of the mafia. that helpless child has grown into the cold and merciless heir of the Russian Nochnaya sova mafia, Sergei Mikhailovich Sokolov, a nineteen year old heir feared as “Smert” Death itself lives without warmth or mercy. But when he crosses paths again with Jiwon Schmidt, the man who once raised him and then abandoned him seven years ago, buried wounds tear open. What begins as Sergei’s cold revenge soon twists into something far more dangerous: a psychological war between predator and prey, past and present, desire and betrayal. In the mansion where snow never melts, two men are bound by history, obsession, and a love that feels more like a curse. _____________________________________ Beneath the Cold is a dark BL thriller that explores the thin line between vengeance and longing, where every touch could heal or destroy. _______________ Main characters light description: Sergei Mikhailovich Sokolov (smert/serzh): At only 19yo, he stands as a tall, commanding figure whose broad silhouette and unshakable presence mark him as someone not to be underestimated. Despite his angelic and strikingly beautiful face, his piercing blue eyes reveal a deadly coldness that few dare to meet. Standing at 6’4”(1.93cm), with pale skin and raven black hair, he is the second leader of the feared Nochnaya Sova mafia. Strong,merciless,untouchable, he carries both elegance and danger in equal measure. Jiwon Schmidt (jiwonie): A man of both German and Korean blood, a well known disciplined lawyer ,whose youthful looks make him appear younger than his 34 years. With a healthy, well-formed body and the kind of handsomeness that draws lingering gazes, he carries himself with quiet strength. His dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin give him a grounded warmth,At 5’11.5 (1.82cm)tall contrasting against the icy world around him, he is neither ordinary nor forgettable.
D3CEMBRE · 9k Views

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 · 16.2k Views

THE BAD BOY AND THE REBELLIOUS GIRL

TITLE: THE BAD BOY AND THE REBEL GENRE: DARK ROMANCE SYNOPSIS: Lorenzo De Santis, twenty-two years old, was known for his turbulent past and his unmistakable bad-boy reputation. Charming, dangerous, untamable… his name alone was enough to inspire both respect and fear. Women fell at his feet, but none had ever managed to change him. His father, worried for his future, searched for a way to give him responsibility and maturity, and ultimately to protect him from the dangers surrounding him. Chloé Martin, seventeen, was the complete opposite: stubborn, insolent, and fiercely brave. She never let anyone walk over her and loved challenging authority. Her life turned upside down the day her father, desperate and in need of money for a life-saving surgery, announced that she would have to marry a stranger: the son of his boss, Lorenzo. A decision imposed by the adults, yet one hiding truths and intentions far more complex than they imagined. For Lorenzo, this arranged marriage was a challenge set by his father: to learn how to handle responsibilities and take care of someone. For Chloé, it was a daily battle: she refused to submit, determined to challenge every order and resist every attempt at control from her husband. Between rebellion, provocation, and explosive confrontations, the tension between them keeps growing. But beneath the anger and conflict lies a dangerous, irresistible attraction… How will Chloé resist Lorenzo? Will Lorenzo be able to tame his rage and win her heart? One thing is certain: this marriage will be anything but ordinary.
Monstre · 28.3k Views

Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”
K1ERA · 424.7k Views