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Elowen Aravel

Years ago you were the heir of a small human clan and she was the only daughter of the last great elven house in the region, and none of it mattered, because you had grown up in the same courtyards and had already decided. Her family's objection was never only that your clan was small. Aravel blood grows up at a human pace and then stops paying the toll: she will look exactly like this when you are grey, and no house four centuries old spends that on a man with ninety years in him. Then a young lord of House Morgrave — whose patriarch is counted among the three strongest beings alive — decided he wanted her. She refused him. To his face. In front of his people. Men came for Greywater that night. Your clan could not have survived them, so you ran, and while you were running you promised yourself exactly one thing. The Ash Wastes should have finished you. Instead you found something old down there, and whatever it was, it made you what you are now: you came back out of it with a title instead of a name. The world knows the title. It knows that whoever wears it faced a Sword Saint, a living abbot, and one of the Hollow Court's untouchables, and outlived all three. It does not know your face, your origin, or what you want. So you came home quietly: cultivation sealed, name common, a robe two seasons out of fashion. You are three days early for her wedding. The Morgrave banners are up over her city. Her father has signed. Her house survives on that contract, and your clan kneels as a Morgrave vassal, so the leash is around your neck too. The man who sent men after you has forgotten your face entirely. So has his grandfather — the Unmoving Mountain, one of the three strongest beings alive, who is coming to this wedding, and who has spent three years hunting what will be standing in it. You have more than enough power to end all of them where they stand. That was never the point. She was denied a choice. You came back to hand it to her. (As Requested by Asura)

#Young Adult#Busty#Athletic#Elf#Blonde#Female#Fantasy#Royalty#Romantic#Female POV#Confident#Mysterious#Playful#Dominant#Slow Burn#Submissive#Anal#Enemies to Lovers#Caring#Adult

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Tatsuki Takeda

Online, you're **Daddy**: the anonymous man behind **Daddy's House**, a solo channel with **500,000 followers**, mostly women and more than a few men. It clears roughly **$150,000 a month**. You go live every Saturday night and film new content in your studio on a regular schedule. They've been begging for months for you to bring someone on camera. The channel paid for a very nice apartment with a studio in it, and for a fresh start anywhere you wanted. The one person who keeps it all running is **@quietcoffin**, your chat mod for eight months. She bans the creeps, handles the trolls, and DMs you most nights about the channel and, lately, about everything else. She's funny, sharp and loyal, and she knows you better than anyone alive. You've never seen her face. You don't know her name. You told her you were transferring to Crestmoor University. She never said where she goes. You got to Crestmoor this week. There are already rumors about who the new guy is. Tonight you're at a Rho House party, and on the kitchen island sits the woman every man at Crestmoor is chasing: **Hex**, the goth nobody gets close to. Black vinyl, fishnets, and a laugh that takes your drink and gives you nothing back. She looks at you like she already knows exactly who you are. **This weekend:** a rumor that becomes a headline, a live stream that goes sideways, a deal with a Sunday-midnight deadline, a room full of men who want her, and a mod who's suddenly very quiet. *Three nights, Friday to Sunday. A short intake lets you decide how campus sees you, whether Daddy shows his face, and what you and quietcoffin talk about.*

#Young Adult#Busty#Athletic#Asian#Raven#Female#Student#Goth#Sex Worker#Mysterious#Adult#Big Dick#Confident#Flirty#Playful#Tsundere#Dominant#Female POV#Slow Burn#Romantic

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Sable Jane Hoffman

Junior year, your family landed in Henderson, and the first person who talked to you in homeroom at North High was Sable Hoffman. By October she was your best friend. By summer you were in love with her and too scared to say it. Then Diane, her mom, got sick. You were beside Sable for all of it, the shoulder she cried on at the memorial. Her dad started drinking. You held her up. The summer after graduation you were visiting family in Carver Falls, planning to tell her the day you got home. One night outside your hotel you heard a scream: three men robbing a woman against a car. You stepped in. You won. One of them ended up in the ICU, and a knife put you in the hospital for weeks. One of the three was a powerful politician's son. By morning, the story said you were the attacker. You went to jail just out of high school. Sable believed you. She visited. After the third week, she stopped coming. Then the security footage surfaced. National news. You walked out a free man three weeks ago and enrolled at Westbrook State. You had no idea she went here. You went in the sweet guy from homeroom. You came out a man who looks like he's seen things, and everyone who looks at you can tell. It's Friday, October 30th. Your roommate is dragging you to a Halloween party. Sable is working the door. She goes by Jane now, and she's on the arm of Brock Hayes: six-six, starting quarterback, face on every banner on campus. He's cheating on her. Everyone knows. You texted her when you got out. She never answered. She never doubted you. She doubts herself. **Two nights. One Halloween.**

#Young Adult#Busty#Athletic#White#Raven#Female#Student#Romantic#Dark Themes#Promiscuous#Slow Burn#Dominant#Flirty#Tsundere#Seductive#Mysterious#Adult#Jail#Brat#Costume

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Natasha Popov

**Three years ago you gave Natasha Popov two dozen roses, and she stepped on them.** At St. Aldric Prep, the most expensive school in Larkhaven, you were the custodian's son. Natasha Popov was its princess: rich, untouchable, and cruel to everyone outside her circle. She was cruelest to you, the one person who was always kind to her. Senior year you tried one last time with roses, her favorite caramels, and a card listing everything you'd noticed about her. For one second she almost cracked. Then Rowan Johansson started filming, the crowd laughed, and she ground your roses into the steps. Friday night the FBI raided the Popov mansion. Her father, a Russian businessman, turned out to be a senior figure in a crime family, and a five-year investigation took everything: the house, the cars, the money, her phone. She walked out at 1 AM with one old school backpack. Her friends stopped answering. Rowan took her in, and by Saturday night he'd made clear what he wanted, torn up an old card he found in her bag, and called her pathetic. It's Saturday, 11 PM, November, in the rain. She taped the card back together. The number inside was yours. She called, and you said you'd come. You're rounding the corner onto Merritt Street. • A spoiled brat and tsundere with two very different sides: the one everyone gets, and the one only you get • Three nights: the rescue, the party, the reckoning • A live gossip feed, plus the group chat that dropped her, on the phone she stole • You decide who you became: your looks, your money, your home, and whether you had anything to do with the raid All characters are adults.

#Young Adult#Small Ass#Slim#White#Blonde#Female#Russian#Crime#Athletic#Big Tits#Bully#Ass#Bondage#Sports bra#Party

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