Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
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Chapter 6
Lana's Point of View
Fuck, I always knew that I would have problems with Xavier. He is a smart person, and if he constantly asked me such questions, I would be found out in no time.
From the look of things, he is also a light sleeper, because I could swear that he was asleep-I was only lucky I hadn't started to undress, or he would have caught me red-handed.
My feet were rooted in confusion as I stared back at the wooden door. Even though Xavier had gone back to bed, I didn't have the confidence to leave or continue with what I was about to do.
Either of whatever I choose to do would only confirm his suspicion, and I can't risk being caught in the first week of my resumption. If he finds out, how do I even get him to keep it a secret? My heart pounded in my chest as my mind screamed continuously at me.
I couldn't take the gamble to just bathe with the door wide open, because what if he decides to come back, or even worse, what if this time Noah wakes up? I shook my head. That would be even more disastrous.
I can still take my chance with Xavier, and for now, he was only being suspicious. I just have to avoid him from now on, and do things that wouldn't make him as suspicious.
A small scream escaped my lips as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom. I was startled by the figure in front of me, and I only relaxed when I confirmed that it was just Xavier. What the hell is wrong with him?
Is he some sort of vampire? Why is he creeping around the room?
I blinked, noticing that he was shirtless again, and his pants hung loosely along his hip line.
Don't look. Don't look.
I warned myself, but my eyes had sinfully flickered down along his body, noticing and cramming every line and curve on it.
"What is it?" He asked not so curiously, and my eyes quickly darted towards Noah on the bed-thankfully, he was still sleeping like a log.
"You startled me." I took a step back, my back pressing against the door as I struggled to meet his gaze this time around.
My heart pounded in my chest when he suddenly neared me; every nerve ending in my body was screaming as he got even closer. Fuck, the scent of his masculinity flooded into my nose. He reached for me, my heart stopped, about to be sent into arrest.
Was he about to hug me? Or kiss me?
I blushed hard at the thought, but my daydream soon ended when he suddenly shoved me to the side.
"Xavier," I blurted, and he stopped in his tracks, turning towards me.
"I dressed up early because I am going to the library." I lied. "I'm not hiding anything from you."
"Okay." He simply shrugged and then disappeared into the bathroom.
I skipped towards my study table, shoving books and stationery inside my bag, and I left the room at lightning speed, before Xavier could come out.
"What am I even doing in a place like this?" I asked myself curiously. How do I convince Xavier that I am not a girl when my heart literally jumps at the sight of him? "I should have just listened to Dad and stayed home. I would have taken more part-time jobs and paid for my tuition."
Speaking about my father, I am quite worried about him, and since the last conversation I had with him before leaving home was an argument. I wonder how he is doing, and the twins, too.
I should speak to them tonight, once the day is over.
I should have carried the school handbook along with me. I don't know where the library is, but I think I overheard someone saying there was a newly built library on the third floor, which is close to the VIP dorm area.
My eyes followed every single name tag on the door until I found the library.
I opened the door, and my eyes met the blue eyes that belonged to Christian Blackwood. They commanded me to freeze, and I did.
My brain once again went into a frenzy, and my soul left my body-I didn't even know I could do such magical things, what else? Am I going to levitate, shape-shift, or fly?
What the hell is someone like him doing in the library, so early in the morning? I had three options.
One is to close the door gently, as if I didn't see him, and just leave.
Two, proceed to the library without any care in the world.
Three, vanish into thin air, because this is probably the safest thing to do at this point.
Since I couldn't vanish, and I didn't have the balls to be in the same room with Christian, I decided to go with option one. I tried to shut the door, and damn hell, this bastard wouldn't let me.
He held the door, and he yanked me inside using my necktie. He slammed the door, then slammed me against it.
"You must have a lot of balls to come here after avoiding me." He grabbed my jaw roughly, the corner of his mouth lifting with a satisfied smirk.
"I-I didn't know you would be here." I stuttered; I should have just stayed in the room with Xavier. "If you unhand me, I will leave."
"The point is you're not supposed to just leave." His voice was deep and calm, as his eyes searched my face for something. "When do you plan to take back your cafeteria pass? Or did you just leave it with me to avoid me?"
"I told you I can't pay for your coat." I reminded him. "If I had eight thousand dollars, I wouldn't be in a scholarship program."
His eyes narrowed at me, contemplating, judging me and my excuse, as if poverty wasn't a good excuse, and then he let out a stiff sigh.
"Okay, then I have a better offer for you." He muttered as he took his hands away from my sides. "If you can't pay in cash, then you should pay in kind."
My eyes narrowed at this handsome lunatic in front of me. This just confirmed my suspicion that he is indeed gay. It's no wonder he was looking at Xavier weirdly during their confrontation.
"What kind of man are you?" I asked curiously. "Just because you have preferences doesn't mean everyone else looks at the world through your lenses."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He seemed genuinely confused, and that made me even angrier. He doesn't have the right to feign ignorance when he was the one who made the suggestion.
"I am a bit flattered that you find me attractive, but I won't sleep with you, because I am not gay," I told him sternly. "It's my mistake that I ruined your coat, but I won't subject myself to humiliation just because I owe you."
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
8.1
I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat.
A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt.
The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men.
I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser?
It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot.
I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness.
"The crazy woman you knew before is dead."
I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.