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THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)
Sharadox_5371 · 18.9K Views

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 45.9K Views

The Heavenly Miss Xiulan (Who Is Most Definitely Not a Boy)

In the 3,476th year of the Celestial Calendar, the Heavenly Emperor—whose divinity was rivaled only by his boredom—rewrote the Immortal Code of Gender Assignments during a particularly uneventful spring. According to Clause 89, Subsection Moonlight, Paragraph Absolutely-Not-Optional, any being born with an overwhelmingly high-yin spiritual constitution could only, by universal decree, be classified as female. It was simple. Efficient. Divine. Except… someone made a mistake. A mortal child was born deep within the darkest stretch of the Eternal Spirit Forest, surrounded by mist, mystery, and mushrooms that sang lullabies. He was bright-eyed, soft-voiced, high-yin… and very, very male. The thunder cracked the day he laughed. A white wolf howled. A snake offered him venom like warm milk. The trees whispered ancient songs. And the heavens? Well, they began preparing lightning bolts on standby—just in case someone down there got too clever and said something like: “Wait… is that a boy?” Boom. Thus began the most unusual cultivation tale in ten thousand realms. A tale of a child raised by beasts, mistaken for a goddess, blessed with yin that could stop hearts, and cursed with thunder that would smite anyone who dared question the Heavenly Code. This is the story of Xiulan. Or as the forest calls him: “Our beautiful, powerful, emotionally unstable daughter.” Or as heaven calls him: “ERROR 404: Gender Not Found.”
a_sweet_present · 11K Views
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