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Her Royal Highness Seems To Be Angry

Surrender to Her

In Vivian's world, emotional detachment and worldliness are her defense mechanisms. Struggling through life, she depended on the help of Ethan and Noah's father—a wealthy man who had once rescued her. This man was Vivian’s mother’s ex-husband. Back then, Ethan and Noah were still young and didn’t understand Vivian's situation. Instead, they resented her, thinking she stole their family’s attention and affection. But everything changed overnight. The sudden death of their parents triggered a swift collapse of their fragile family: the business went bankrupt, internal power struggles were exposed, and no one was left to protect them. Vivian—who had always been an outsider—became their only guardian. At just 18, she was the only adult in the family, preventing them from being sent to an orphanage. Over the years, Vivian grew to see Ethan and Noah as her brothers, caring for them as her own. But as they grew older, their feelings for her began to shift into something more than family. The lines blurred. Vivian, influenced by her mother who is an actress never had a healthy view of love. Her relationships were always fleeting, and she never had a stable partner. Now, as the brothers' feelings evolve into something deeper, Vivian finds herself torn. She knows that if she were to accept their love, it would change everything. A breakdown in their emotional bond could not only destroy their relationship but possibly sever any family connection they still have. Vivian struggles with the weight of this new dynamic, unsure of what to do with the tangled emotions between them. What will become of their relationships?
Liora_O · 2.5K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 13.7K Views
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