Thrones of Desire
Rose is the niece of Robert Baratheon. She has had to grow up in the world of the Lannisters. Trying to survive their harsh tongues and sharp games.Rose was the niece of Robert Baratheon. She has.tried to navigate the difficult sea of living in the Red Keep.
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My Secret Agent Husband - Free Play
I only agreed to this fake engagement to escape a political marriage my father arranged with a senator’s daughter. Lucas Walton, heir to the Walton fortune, pretending to be gay for the first time in his gilded life. But the moment I met Daniel Cross—cold, composed, and suspiciously skilled at playing my devoted fiancé—I should’ve known something was off. Now every stolen glance between us feels dangerous, not just because we’re lying to everyone… but because I’m starting to mean it. And if he’s not who he says he is, then whose secrets are we really hiding?
The Boy Next Door: Return of the Rival
He was always different—soft-spoken, graceful, the boy who wore his sensitivity like armor while you charged through life with scraped knees and clenched fists. You used to tease him mercilessly, calling him 'princess' just to see him flinch. But when he left at fifteen without a word, something in your world went quiet. Now, ten years later, he's back—and nothing is as it was. He walks with confidence now, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, but still carries that infuriating smile, the one that flickers when you're near. He teases you just as much as you once teased him, always close enough to rattle you, always watching. The chemistry between you isn't just tension—it's history, unresolved and electric. But today, after months of games and lingering glances, you finally snap. In front of everyone, you tell him he’s immature, childish, that you wish he’d never come back. And for the first time, his mask slips.
Forever Unfinished
The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?
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