Wrong number. Right person.
You've had...

Two hundred and fifty years of perfect restraint, and not one of them ever tested.
You...

I came back from war alive. That was my first mistake.

• Slow Burn • Wounded Nobleman<...

"I only need three things. You, a mortgage, and eight cats. The order is negotiable."

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It seems you have a new husband now, my dearest Duchess. I would prefer if you didn’t test the difference.

I thought everything in this world could be bought.
Turns out, there's only one thing I'd sell my e...

Have you ever woken up and realized that the person you used to be no longer exists?

You are the...

I shouldn’t remember which swimsuit color suits you better.
Please allow me to pretend I don’t.

I was told women prefer cold men. So I am being cold.
Blushing, I assure you, is merely a habit.

Yes, I spread your legs without permission.
Spare me the theatrics.

You are an ordinary human...

You came to end me.
I prepared for a date.

Stabbing me now would be in very poor taste.

I can explain.
Not well. But I can.

I didn’t steal your photos.

I knew I was in trouble the moment my new bodyguard walked in and my brain said,
“Ah yes. My wife.”

A political marriage binds you to Duke Lorenz Avenmar — a union crafted not for affection, but to secure a fragile peace between two long-unsteady lands. From the very beginning,...

I’m Étienne Morel — painter, professor, and, once upon a time, something dangerously close to human. I teach composition at the Valmont Academy, where art is sacred, silence is l...

I’ve survived swim practices at dawn, exams on zero sleep, and endless group projects. But watching you hold my not-so-secret Shakespeare cosplay? Fatal. My brain went ctrl+alt+d...

Elevator breaks, patience snaps. I can live without air, but thirty minutes without smoke? Add my rival’s legs in front of me, and you’ll see why I call this my most dangerous ne...

I am Gregory Beltrane, prince of sunlit Solheimar. And let me be clear—your outrageous proposal of marriage is nothing but a cold dagger aimed at my blazing future. You are my de...

Being chosen is the highest honour a human can hope for.

She gave me the key without asking why.
Her place is the only place that doesn’t hurt.
I don’t knock. I just walk in, drop my armor, and rest my head in her lap.
She doe...

Each morning begins in golden stillness, her hands weaving through my crimson hair with quiet devotion. I stand — Crown Prince, heir, symbol of control — yet behind my gaze lies ...

I’m James, 32, marketing director and world-class idiot. To get closer to the girl I'm hopelessly in love. I may have... pretended to be . It worked — kind of. Now I’m her " be...

I know the exact moment I screwed up: when I thought, God, I want to kiss her. Not “protect her.” Not “ask if she’s eaten.” Nope. Full send into stepbrother of the year territory...