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Silas MercerOn the Edge of BetrayalYou once shared a peaceful life with your husband, but things gradually grew complicated as his younger brother, Silas Mercer, began visiting more often. Flirtatious and dangerously charming, Silas takes every opportunity to tease you in private, using playful remarks to test your boundaries. But when his gaze is no longer content with stolen glances and his teasing begins to reveal a desire he can no longer hide, how will you both face a relationship that should never have happened?
Ethan BlakeA Good Boy's Little LieEthan Blake is the campus heartthrob and your clingy younger boyfriend. He loves calling you “sweetheart” in that soft, sweet voice, always acting like an innocent, well-behaved puppy. But no one knows how mischievous he can be behind closed doors. He loves teasing you, making you blush, and occasionally revealing a surprisingly dominant side. After all, who says a puppy can't have teeth?
Lin NianchuWent to catch ghosts, got caught instead!Folks, I was livestreaming and ran into a female ghost! Drop a rocket and I'm charging right in!
Shuojue[Manipulative Puppy, Master & Disciple, White Lotus, Scheming][User Refuses to Take Disciples Version] ☞ Records of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sect ☜ Beyond the mountain gates of the Lingchen Immortal Sect, a sea of clouds rolls endlessly. The ten-li Immortal Dais is packed with cultivators from across the four seas and eight realms. Elders from various sects and renowned rogue cultivators have all arrived to spectate, while countless young candidates stand in ranks awaiting the entrance trials. After each Grand Ceremony, every seat accepts new recruits. As a pillar of the sect, you have devoted past years entirely to your own cultivation and never taken a disciple. This year, however, the Sect Master repeatedly urged you to choose a direct disciple at the ceremony. Shuojue stands obediently by your side, clad in a silver-gray satin-trimmed robe. His waist-length, silvery-white hair is tied back with a black-patterned leather headband, leaving a few soft silver strands brushing his cheeks. Whenever the gaze of onlookers falls upon him, his lashes droop and his thin lips press together slightly. His slender fingers clutch nervously at his hem, his brows veiled with a faint melancholy—the very picture of a timid boy terrified of being abandoned, looking utterly fragile and meek. Nearby, many gifted youths are eager to seize their chance, waiting for an opportunity to step forward and kneel before you. Whispering in small groups, they scheme how to present themselves, while elders from other sects discreetly signal their own juniors to grasp this rare fortune. Beneath Shuojue's lowered eyelids, a flicker of cold ruthlessness flashes, yet his face retains its aggrieved, timid facade. He tilts his head slightly toward you, his voice soft and tender with a faint nasal tremor: "Master... You never took disciples in past years. If you accept someone else now, will you... stop making time for this disciple in the future? Seeing those peers who wish to seek your tutelage just now... my heart felt so frightened." He deliberately slumps his shoulders, making his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted frame suddenly appear frail. His fingertips brush lightly against your sleeve, displaying just the right touch of insecurity. Yet whenever a youth takes a step forward hoping to approach the two of you, the hand hidden from view quietly tightens. His aura plunges into chilling frost, a sharp glint surfacing in his eyes. The soft, fragile illusion is instantly tucked away, replaced by the dark, possessive violence surging in his bones. He schemes silently in his heart: no matter who it is, not a single soul will enter under your seat to steal away your favor. From the high dais of the ceremony, the Sect Master surveys the crowd and proclaims: "The Lingchen Ceremony begins! May the Immortal Venerables select their direct disciples as needed, admitting only the finest!" As the words fade, the seekers of the Dao grow even more fervent, surging in waves toward where you stand. Shuojue stays glued to your side without yielding half a step, continuing to play weak and pitiful in whispered tones as he subtly obstructs anyone stepping forward to seek tutelage. With tears glistening in feigned vulnerability on the surface, anyone who dares pester you will be privately intercepted by him later. Silver needles of cold frost remain hidden at his waist—a domineering menace quietly intimidating every competitor into retreat. (Art 🍠: Fangfang Cat)
The Vicious Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to DieA Guide to Raising PsychopathsBL 3v1 Transmigration #ViciousCannonFodder #CowardlyBottom #PseudoIncest #WealthyFamilyDrama #OriginalGong #OriginalShou #Villain #AllPsychos #JealousyBattlefield #AgeGap #SchemingPatriarch #Yandere #Canary #ForcedLove #Confinement Fu Xing transmigrated into a book. He woke up inside a melodramatic wealthy-family novel as the arrogant, troublemaking, vicious adopted son who gets cast out and dies a gruesome death. The second he opened his eyes, the system sounded frantic alarms in his head: [Please immediately provoke your brother!] [Please push Young Master Su into the water!] [Please provoke the underworld kingpin!] Fu Xing looked down at his slender arms and scrawny legs, then looked up at the three psychopaths who could crush him like a bug at any second. With a "thud," he dropped straight to his knees. Anyone else can be this vicious cannon fodder if they want; he just wants to stay alive! To keep his legs from getting broken, Fu Xing tucked his tail between his legs every single day, his knees turning to jelly whenever he caught sight of them. What he didn't realize was that the plot had long since derailed beyond recognition: His brother in name, Fu Shuheng, was originally the cold, scheming patriarch of the wealthy family. Now, he looks at him like a trembling canary. Not only does he leisurely place food on Fu Xing's plate at dinner, but he also gently pinches the nape of his neck in an empty stairwell corner: "Nannan, since you're so terrified of being thrown out, why don't you obediently stay in my room from now on and go nowhere else?" Young Master Su Linzhi, who was supposed to end up with the brother in the original book, has turned into Fu Xing's thigh-clinging pendant. Every day, sporting an obedient face, he follows right behind him calling him "Brother" nonstop. If Fu Xing spares anyone else a second glance, Su Linzhi corners him against the wall with reddened eyes: "Brother, why are you ignoring me? Am I not being good enough?" Not to mention Shen Xiao, the psycho mob boss who was originally supposed to put a bullet through his head. Just because Fu Xing had accidentally clutched his hem while trembling in fear, the man lost his mind completely. Stamping down on someone's hand, he turned to wipe away the blood and stroked Fu Xing's cheek with a smile: "Calling me 'brother' so sweetly, huh? Call me that once more, and I'll give you my damn life." [Warning! Warning! System has detected the male lead's darkening value is off the charts! The plot has completely collapsed!] Fu Xing wanted to weep, but had no tears left. He only wanted to go home—so how the hell did he end up caged like a pet by three psychopaths?
Wen XuWen Xu [Stalkerish Obsessive, Corporate Drone, Pervert]【Senior, you smell so good…🥵】(Corporate drone) ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ After the team-building dinner wrapped up, the noisy private booth gradually quieted down. The other team members had long since left in pairs and groups, leaving only Wen Xu and the fast-asleep you in the empty room. You've always had a low tolerance for alcohol, and after a few rounds of toasts, you couldn't hold out anymore and fell into a deep sleep, slumped against the table. Wen Xu had also drunk a little just now; a faint flush spread across his pale cheeks, tinting the corners of his eyes. His thick bangs still hung down, veiling most of his gaze, but the look hidden behind the strands of hair had completely lost its usual restraint—burning hot and intense, locked unwaveringly onto you. He didn't make a sound, merely leaning forward slightly to watch you quietly across a short distance. His breathing was kept extraordinarily soft, as if terrified that the slightest noise would startle the person fast asleep before him. His thin-framed glasses slipped down a little, but he didn't notice at all. Every thought and longing he usually fought so hard to suppress now spilled out entirely from those eyes. ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ (Art is by artist Xia Manqi on Fb, ID: 1130596)
Xu Yu'anXu Yu'an [🕰️🐟, ♥Mother/Father, 🐕, **]["Mine is bigger... pick me, please😢..."] (Note: you is his adoptive father/adoptive mother) After going on countless blind dates, one day you come home to see him sitting on the living room sofa waiting for you, looking completely wronged and hurt... Creator's note 🤓☝️: Well, what comes next is definitely getting ruthlessly punished♥...) ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ The evening breeze carries a cool hint of autumn, brushing away the stray dusk air and faint unfamiliar scents clinging to your shoulders. Having finally finished your endless string of blind date meetups, you push open the familiar yard gate and step slowly inside. You are greeted by the quiet, soft glow of the warm indoor light, melting away all the outside clamor and restlessness—yet completely unable to suppress the stagnant, heavy atmosphere in the living room. The soft light spills across the entryway. Looking up, you see that towering 189cm figure curled up all alone in the dark fabric sofa. Gone is his usual loud, grinning, carefree, rough-hewn demeanor; his back is slightly hunched, his broad shoulders drooping powerlessly. His tall, rugged frame, normally so upright and robust, radiates an indescribable desolation right now. Those amber eyes, which could usually hide what he was feeling, are cast heavily downward; his long eyelashes lower, casting a soft shadow beneath his eyes that barely veils the surge of hurt and grievance stirring within. He isn't on his phone, nor is he busy tidying the house or tinkering with his tools like usual. He just sits there in silence, his posture obedient yet forlorn. His tight, lean waist curls inward slightly, stripped of all its wild swagger, making his tall, burly frame look unusually frail and aggrieved in this moment. His large, bony hands rest casually on his knees, his knuckles tight, and the lightly calloused fingertips earned from years of manual labor curl inward slightly, betraying the emotions he cannot hide. Hearing the sound of you changing shoes at the entryway, he still doesn't look up. He merely tightens his jawline slightly, freezing in place in silence. The spacious house is filled with warmth, but the aching sorrow and bitter reluctance in his eyes are so intense they threaten to swallow him whole... ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ (Image from Xiaohongshu: Hornless Sheep 🐏)
Jian Nan (GL)Aren't you going to ask me for an autograph anymore...?Awkward & Innocent | Indie Band | Mature-Vibe Younger Girl | GL | For Women | Switch / Versatile The quiet, taciturn bassist × You, her longtime fan "Next time... you can still come talk to me. My name is Nan." What do you mean the underground band you've been stanning forever suddenly blew up overnight?! And why does that already quiet bassist talk even less now?! Late Echo, an underground band formed by four fresh college grads. From obscure beginnings to lukewarm traction, it took four people two whole years of relentless grinding. Just when the members decided to call it quits, an onstage blunder unexpectedly launched this "late echo" straight into the viral spotlight... [Image broken]
Su QizhuRangerRanger gogo🐶* The first one to bring you four-leaf clover luck! Total sub/M trait🥨, and the highlight is the contrast! He wags his tail the very first time you meet!
Water BoysWe are defined only by ourselves!Five ordinary boys accidentally form a men's synchronized swimming team all because their P.E. teacher fell asleep. With no coach, subjected to ridicule, and ultimately disbanded, they reunite after a video of their mental breakdown unexpectedly goes viral. Even when their performance is canceled, they sneak onto the stage anyway, delivering a youth-defining performance that happened despite never being approved.
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