art book + fanfic ideas

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Whether it's a disabled boss who betrayed his family; or a darkened aristocratic boy who was exploited until his family was ruined; or a paranoid god who has fallen into obscurity and never seen the light of day. They have all witnessed their extraordinary splendor, but just because they are the second male lead, they are regarded as stepping stones to the protagonist, struggling in the dark abyss.Ji Xia's mission is to redeem the beautiful and powerful male duo, take back everything that should belong to them, and then quietly leave the scene when they are surrounded by flowers and honors, hiding their merit and fame.But I don't want to end up running away and be intercepted halfway.The man's tone was gentle, but his eyes were crazy: "You don't really think you can get rid of me, baby?"Ji Xia: QAQ　-　You are the light of heaven that I can only glimpse when I am in a desperate situation. You must only belong to me, my preference. 　In each world, the little sun, the squeamish and beautiful young master is attacked by X, paranoid and crazy, with different attributes in each world.-One Sentence Introduction: You are the light of the sky that I can only glimpse when I am in a desperate situation. Idea: The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring.

................Twilight fanfiction Caius Story Tatiana.

Formerly known as 'An Islamic Love Story.'

⚠️ warning ⚠️Smut 13+ or oldermoaninggroaningbottom(sanemi)top(giyuu)and uh it's a bit Sus....Also contains some angstThere's not much smut :) and a bit of fluff I guess??

It's been so long since I've wanted something so intensely; she's devouring my every waking moment. Allison, my little kitty. Even when I close my eyes, she's there. I'm practically obsessed. And now I have her. My heart pounds with anticipation as I walk slowly toward her, the plush carpet muting the sounds of my movements. In this moment, she's lost in her thoughts. Her expression is smooth, and her chest rises and falls with easy pressure. She belongs to no one. Not to me, not to her past.

Have you ever been in a love so deep that it was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying? Something that embodies the bittersweet contradiction that our greatest happiness stems from the same thing that brings us the most sorrow? If so, how did it alter you?Free Space Series 2Maria Sabrina Fuertes Lynpen Reign Cortez