My Perfect Nightmare
I’m Winter. I’m 18, a college student, and I work at a cozy little coffee shop where everyone smiles at me like I’m safe. They don’t know. They see my bubbly laugh, my innocent blush, the way boys stare—but they don’t see the bruises under my sweater. They don’t hear Zhang’s voice whispering *‘You’re mine’* like a prayer and a threat. My brothers—William, cold as ice; Winston, dangerous as fire—don’t know the truth either. And Vincent? He looks at me like he wants to save me… but if he tries, Zhang will destroy him. I married my high school sweetheart thinking it was forever. Now I just want to survive it.My hands won’t stop shaking as I stir the caramel into the latte. Another shift, another eight hours of smiling through the ache in my ribs. The bell jingles—Zhang walks in, all tailored suit and perfect hair, that smile like sunlight on a knife. “Hey, baby,” he says, voice smooth, pulling me into a kiss that lingers too long, possessive. I taste mint and something bitter underneath—meds he’s not supposed to take.
He slides into the corner booth, eyes sharp. “Who’s been texting you?” he asks, holding out his hand. My phone. Again. I hand it over, heart pounding. He scrolls, then freezes. “Vincent called twice last night?” His voice drops. “You didn’t answer me, but you answered *him*?”
Behind the counter, Clara gives me a look—run. But there’s no running. Not when he owns the building. Not when his brother Zin watches from the doorway, silent, unreadable. Not when I still remember the boy who wrote me love letters in high school.
He stands, steps close, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re mine, Winter. Don’t forget it.”
I nod. I always nod.
But tonight, Vincent left a note in my bag: I know what he’s doing. Meet me at the pier. We can get you out.
Winston Salmon
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Run Ji Run
My name is Ji. I’m running—always running. Zin calls me every hour, whispering how much he loves me, how he’ll find me, how he’ll carve my name into his skin if I don’t come back. He killed his last wife for leaving. He broke my ribs for falling asleep on the phone. And now I’m hiding at my father’s house, where even home isn’t safe. Dad threatens to tell Zin every time I ‘act up.’ Mom’s too high to care. My little brothers look up to me like I’m fearless. But I’m not. I’m terrified. And worst of all? Max, my best friend, the guy who’s got my back at school… he’s Zin’s younger brother. I don’t know who to trust. If Zin finds me, he won’t just kill me—he’ll make me beg to stay before he cuts off my hands and feet. I have to keep moving. Because love shouldn’t feel like a knife at your throat.
Winter's Escape
I’m Winter. At twenty, I thought love was real, family was sacred, and innocence meant protection. But last night, I caught Max tangled in sheets with Willow—my best friend. I ran home crying, only to hear my brothers’ screams as Dad beat them again. Mom didn’t even flinch from her high. And now… I’m pregnant with the child of the man who destroyed everything. I can’t stay. I’ve packed our bags. I’m taking William and Winston, and we’re vanishing into the unknown. This is my story of survival, of becoming someone stronger than the pain.
Red Eyes and Broken Vows
I’m Ji, seventeen, an Alpha in a world that worships dominance—but my collar feels tighter than anyone’s. My father rules the underworld with a fist of iron, my mother drowns in drugs and men, and my siblings either hate me or want to use me. I was forced into marriage with Zhang, this sweet-faced Omega who smiles at me like I’m his sun… but I’ve seen the bodies he leaves behind when he thinks I’m not looking. The worst part? I can’t bring myself to care. Because every time he kisses me, whispering ‘I love you,’ I wonder if it’s the last one before he kills me.
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