nana
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“Y-you…!” Patrick turned to the knights he’d brought with him. “Seize him at once!” Hesitation. None of the knights dared to make a move against Silas. They had once served him as their lord. Loyalty still lingered, but… the overwhelming certainty that even all of them together wouldn’t stand a chance against Silas was far stronger. “What are you waiting for! Seize him!” Silence. No one moved. “Our dear uncle… still so…- 123.0 K • Ongoing
Katrina had intended to give Raymond the perfume. She felt a vague sense of responsibility, after all, for making him immune to any sedative other than her perfume. But that was the extent of it. She felt no real guilt. He’s the one who wronged me. He deserved far worse. “Apologize for what you did. And make it sound sincere.” That was all she wanted. She had no special demands for Raymond. “Then I’ll give it to you.” “You’ve developed some nasty habits,…- 123.0 K • Ongoing
El’s faintly smiling face went white. He remembered, too. What Nelke had said when she pleaded to leave the academy. “For the past four days, I’ve been harassed by a perverted ghost and plagued by strange, disturbing nightmares.” Within the academy, only the dean could directly steal magic. If Nelke learned this, she would immediately realize that the perverted ghost who harassed her and stole her magic was El. Even if he had been entranced by her magic, looking back, he hadn't been in his…- 130.4 K • Ongoing
- After sitting down facing each other, Nelke took a short breath and began. “First of all, dean, you, well, you like me, right?” Was it truly that embarrassing? One would think she'd be used to it by now, but Nelke still couldn't meet his gaze. Her awkwardness brought a smile to his lips, but he held it back. Having diligently honed his skills over the years, El nodded, maintaining a carefully composed expression. When he didn't respond verbally, Nelke cleared her throat and continued in a…
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“He can be a bit harsh with his words. But still, to say such things to his only daughter… ‘useless,’ and all that. Well, I suppose most people his age are like that…” Heiner’s careful choice of words was evident. He seemed to believe she was a cherished noblewoman, so her father’s cold demeanor likely puzzled him. But Sasha only half-listened. Her mind had been in a haze ever since he held her hand in the dining hall. Now that I’ve realized I like him, it’s even more distracting…- 150.7 K • Ongoing
- A heavy silence descended upon the dining hall. Sasha and Ludwig, as well as the servants standing at the edges of the room, stared at Heiner. Even the Baron, who usually exuded a solemn, chilling aura like an old tiger, muttered in disbelief, “Seed…?” Heiner smiled leisurely, meeting the Baron’s gaze. “Yes. Just as a watermelon has seeds, a man’s semen contains seeds that create a baby. These seeds must reach a woman for a child to be conceived.” “And?” “And I don’t have…
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At the familiar instruction to stay put, Rosie unconsciously bit her lip. “You know Dr. Hurtman died of syphilis, right?” she pressed. “Yes, I’m aware. We're trying to secure witnesses since there’s no other evidence left. We’ve contacted his family.” Andrew sighed again and nodded in response to Rosie’s question. “But none of them are willing to testify about his death.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ve stepped back for now, as I fear further involvement…- 131.4 K • Ongoing
- As night fell, Rosie grew unbearably anxious. She paced restlessly through Michael’s mansion, finally succumbing to her unease and summoning a servant. She pressed a letter into their hands, addressed to the Laforte residence. “If the Countess Laforte is available, please give it to her. If not, give it to the maid named Katia.” The servant, looking slightly bewildered by Rosie’s urgency, nodded and hurried out into the night. Rosie waited, tormented by a gnawing fear. Was…
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“Tell me. Isn’t it natural for me to be angry? Why should I be the one to say it?” “Shouldn’t Princess Neteria be the angry one?” She wanted to provoke him. Her Omega pheromones, already heightened by the pleasure, intensified now that it had stopped, a silent, seductive plea. She knew that for the pleasure to reach its peak, he needed to lose control. And she’d witnessed the intensity of his touch when he was angry. “She’s alive, isn’t she?” “…You… you tried to……- 160.0 K • Ongoing
- Rosaline knew. Logically, this should end now. Yet, strangely, she didn't want this pleasure to end so quickly. She'd heard a woman's first time was supposed to be incredibly painful. How could it feel so good? Her body felt strange, alien. Consumed by the pleasure he gave her, she wanted it to continue, to deepen. She yearned for him to pleasure her even more, yet the fear of someone discovering them gnawed at her. What would happen then? Would she have to snatch the ring, pretend to be Lucius,…
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