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A Spring Without You

You Can’t Spell Stepbrother Without Sin

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.
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The Spring Princess

The Prophecy of Eirene "When Nightshade falls upon the land, And the soil drinks deep the sorrow of kings, A vessel shall rise, in bloom— Her heart split by two, her choice to mend the world or break it." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ The continent of Eirene, once a cradle of harmony, now festers as the cursed husk of Nightshade—a divine punishment hurled from by a forgotten god in search of a mortal who defied fate. It spreads like rot, consuming kingdoms, poisoning waters, and stirring madness in the minds of men. Yet from this decay, hope sprouts. In the heart of Antherion, a blessed kingdom, lives Princess Daphne De Agrice—the prophesied Vessel of Healing, the one destined to restore the land or doom it forever. When two foreign princes arrive—one from a realm of fading melodies, the other from a kingdom where spiders weave their last prayers—both seek alliance and salvation. But as they stand before Antherion's throne to plead for their people’s future, their words falter from the tremor of a single glimmering glance. Daphne, radiant in her grace, stirs within them the will to save, and the aching desire to be saved by her. Torn between duty and affection, Daphne must choose. Between a kingdom of song and a land of silk. Between two men and the countless lives they represent. Between what the world needs of her—and what her heart yearns for. And just as the threads begin to tighten, a lone nomad cloaked in ash and dark ess steps into the palace gates. With them, they carry a shadow older than Nightshade itself, and a truth that may unravel Daphne’s destiny.
JDFrancisc0 · 1.7K Views
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