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Title: Gilded Cage {1}
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Lu Xin Lee x OFC Phoenix Argent AU
Warning: Cursing, Blood, Violence, Plot
Words: 1.9k
Summary: Phoenix has been different her entire life. Not just because her father is rich and she has a lovely big house. Phoenix has a secret about her--a secret that can either make her very powerful or very dead. Because of this secret, she’s lived her life in a gilded cage. When she breaks free, that action creates a dangerous and destructive chain of events that soon have Phoenix wondering if she was better off in this cage. That is until a man who moves and kills like the devil but looks like an angel steps in, showing her that sometimes we have to claim our freedom, no matter the consequences.
Note: Surprise!!!!! Okay, we have some Lu Xin Lee from Wu Assassins action. I’m not in love with the cover, so it may change if this continues. Please tell me what you guys think. Should I continue? 
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“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
 You picked up the speed that you ran. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew one thing—you had to keep going no matter what. Glancing behind you, the coast was clear, but just because it was clear didn’t mean you were home free. You’d grown up differently than everyone else. There were some things that were ingrained in you, some things that you used even to this day.
 A loud clatter snapped you out of your thoughts and brought your head to spin on a swivel to look behind you. Still empty. When you looked back in front of you, two black SUVs were pulling up. They were trying to box you in. Looking around you, you tried to come up with a plan, a way out. There was an alley on your left, and it was the alley you were going to take. Changing your direction, you ran into the alley. Using your quick thinking, you pushed one of the dumpsters to the entryway of the alley, hoping it would slow them down. You knew it wouldn’t stop them.
 When you were halfway down the alley, you heard them trying to push the dumpster aside. They argued loudly over who should do what until you heard the screeching sound of it moving.
 “Fuck!”
 That was when you picked up the speed. You were exhausted. You’d been running for the last eight blocks. Damn San Francisco for having endless hills. The downward slopes weren’t bad, but uphill was a bitch. Once you reached the end of the alley, you turned right to find a brick wall.
 “Shit!”
 Turning around, you were met with another brick wall. Trapped. Panic set in and with it your fears. You couldn’t let them catch you. It would not end well. Spinning around, you tried to come up with a plan--anything that would help you see another day. You were surrounded by brick. You had nowhere to go.
 “You can’t run anymore, Y/N!”
 They were getting closer, and you were a fucking sitting duck. If they caught you, you knew how it would end. They’d bring you to him.
 “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Think Y/N, think!”
 Your panic was increasing as their voices drew near. That was when you looked up and saw a fire escape ladder.
 “Ha.”
 You backed up and ran to the wall and used it as leverage to bounce off of it to leap into the air and grab the bottom bar of the ladder. You’d almost missed it. Now you were stuck dangling with barely anything else to give. Upper body strength was always your weakness.
 “Get up, get up!”
 Finding the hidden strength inside of you, you gave it everything you got and pulled yourself up. It was excruciating and took way longer than it should have. Once you could pull yourself up enough to get your foot on the bar, you hugged the cold rusty metal and gasped for air.
 “I should have paid closer attention,” you whispered to yourself.
 You wanted to stop. You were too tired to keep going, but you had to. The alternative was too dangerous. Placing one foot over the other again and again, you climbed the rusted ladder until you got to the first landing. That was when they rounded into the dead-end. You laid on your back as flat as you could get and held your breath so as not to make a peep. You could hear them looking around below you, questioning where you went.
 Several minutes passed with them scratching their heads and blaming each other.
 “I told you we should have shot her and have been done with it.”
 “Shut up. He wants her alive. She’s no good dead.”
 I bet he wants me alive, you thought. Why would he want anything else?
 “Let’s double back; that was her hotel. She’ll probably go back there.”
Slowly they trickled out of the alley, but you didn’t move until you were certain their cars had pulled off. Almost fifteen minutes later, you peeped out onto the sidewalk and surveyed the street. There was no sign of them. Turning onto the sidewalk, you flipped your hood onto your head and quickly walked on. You couldn’t go back to your hotel. That meant you had to find somewhere to lay low tonight so you could get out of town at first light.
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An hour later, you found yourself sitting inside an Asian restaurant enjoying a meal you were overdue to have. The flavors melded well together, and if it was possible, the restaurant's décor seemed to fit the food you were eating. You loved the wooden elements of the partitions that divided the tables, and even the bamboo plants were strewn around. The feel of the restaurant was classy yet comfortable. You felt like this could have been a place where you would have spent a lot of your time.
 An uproar of laughter caught your attention. Looking back, you saw a group of people laughing together. They looked close like they’d been friends for a long time. The beautiful woman with long brown hair slapped one of the guys upside their head, which had the rest of them laughing at his misfortune before teasing him in another language. Was it Thai? Mandarin maybe?
 “If things had been different,” you whispered to yourself before finishing the sake in front of you. It was your third one.
 With you not being able to use your credit cards because they were easily traceable, you were now down to a few thousand dollars. If you had another day like today, you knew that reserve would dwindle quickly. Groaning, you rubbed the back of your neck, trying to figure out your next move. This city wasn’t familiar to you. You’d only planned on finding Ari so he could help you out of your little problem. Unfortunately, Ari was out of town, and it meant you were now stranded. Either you wait for him to come back, or you made a way for yourself. You hadn’t expected that they’d find you. You’d been so careful.
 “Everyone, we’ll be closing in fifteen minutes. Thank you for your service, and I hope you come again.”
 That was your queue. You took out a fifty and placed it on the table, and gathered your things ready to go. Before you walked out the front door, you bounced someone.
 “Excuse me,” he rushed out. You didn’t bother responding; instead, you nodded and walked outside.
 They would look for you at the high-end establishments, you had to turn to seedy, and you were not looking forward to it.
 Luckily you found an in-between option. While it was no Ritz Carlton, it was suitable enough. Before you could duck inside, your eye caught sight of someone that looked like they worked for him. Instead of walking through the doors, you stopped on the steps. Trying not to draw attention to yourself, you looked around and saw three more of them just idly standing by.
 “Shit,” you whispered. It didn’t look as if they’d seen you just yet. As inconspicuously as possible, you turned around and sauntered down the street you’d just come from.
 “Hey! Y/N!”
 “Shit!” You picked up running down the street, knowing that they were chasing you. This time you didn't have that much of a lead. You looked back to see they were close enough that if you stumbled, they’d catch you.
 When you turned, large, rough hands grabbed you, lifted you into the air, and dropped you to the concrete. The action took the breath right out of your lungs and filled you with pain. You laid there in a groaning heap writhing in pain.
 “Jesus Dro, are you insane? She’s a girl!”
 “She’s not running anymore, is she?”
 “He doesn’t want her hurt. Are you gonna explain this?”
 Pulling yourself together, you rolled onto your knees and tried to get up.
 “Stop running, Y/N. Just come back with us.”
 “Ne—ver!”
 “You’re so stubborn. He’ll never stop searching for you.”
 You knew it was true.
 “You’re his property.”
 Feeling a burst of defiance, you gritted your teeth in preparation for what you knew would come, then flung your head back and connected with his nose. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but the satisfaction made it worth it even though your head was now pounding, and your vision was slightly blurry.
 “I’m not his property!”
 The men around laughed out, and you thought it was enough of an opportunity for you to get away. Somehow you made it a full block before you were surrounded yet again. You stood in the middle, panting, in pain, and annoyed.
 “Just let me go! Tell him when you found me someone killed me. He’ll believe it,” you suggested.
 “Even then, he’ll hunt for your dead body and make everyone pay for it. I like my chances better bringing you back to him.”
 “Please, I have money. My father has a lot of money. I can pay you. Name a price.”
 The men laughed, signaling that they had no intention of taking you up on that offer.
 “Y/N, your money is no good, and you know why. Just accept it.”
 Before you could speak again, gunshots rained down all around you and pierced the bodies of the men that were around you. Screaming, you held your head and prayed that you made it out of this.
 “They will come for you. You won’t be able to stop them.”
 The words echoed in your memory, and your stomach fell. Was this was what he meant?
 When the gunshots stopped, and all was quiet, you slowly lifted your head. All around you, the bodies laid lifeless and oozing blood. None of them were alive. Before you could get up, you saw four figures coming toward you. Terror and exhaustion are what kept you in place to watch them approach you.
 “You have two options. Ascend or die.”
 You’d heard those words before. You knew full well what was meant by them. You didn’t want to do either. You wanted to live your life, the way you chose—for you. Your father knew it. The years of drilling into you your destiny and chosen path, he thought you’d accepted it. You hadn’t.
 “Choose.”
 You stood on shaky legs and held your head high. While he hadn’t drilled into you acceptance for this said destiny, he had drilled into you stubbornness, strength, and resilience you often relied on.
 “No.”
 The one in front of you wore a ski mask in black with a white sun symbol on the forehead. All you saw were their eyes.
 “She did say you were stubborn.”
 They lifted the gun, pointed it at you, and in seconds everything went in slow motion. You heard the gun go off, but once it did, you were grabbed, hoisted into the air, and moved. Before you knew it, you were on the ground watching one man fight off the four assassins. He moved effortlessly, smoothly, and with absolute control and skill. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the way he moved.
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He made it look so easy. He punched, kicked, and overpowered each of them, gliding around like he had wheels for feet. He didn’t even use any guns to defend himself. All he used were his hands. After a few minutes, each of them laid on the ground like the others. You watched him bend down, take up one of the guns, and dig it behind him in the waistband of his pants. Then he turned to you. You weren’t afraid, but you shrunk back. Your vision was quickly getting blurrier with each passing moment. Each second that passed, your body felt heavier and heavier until you dropped onto the ground.
  The last thing you saw was Italian leather shoes approaching you. It was all black after that. 
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Hey baby, could you please point me towards your fave Lewis Tan fics ❤️🙏🏿
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*Making a full list in addition to my faves if that's okay
- cosmic series*, sin in the city series (with @mauvecherie-writes )
, i got you*, lazy mornings, all eyes on you*- @royallyprincesslilly
- beauty to the madness series, pull the trigger, get dirty*, sin in the city series (with @royallyprincesslilly ), dinner for two, hunter and prey, unwind*, your soul to take, family reunion*, teach me how, late night conversations, kissing on my tattoos, tipsy, unrequited? series*, deep throat, stimulated, how lewis makes love to you, first time with lewis, lewis drabble, hold my gaze*- @mauvecherie-writes
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- babymoon series*, valentine's special*, homecoming*, slurs and stumbles*; like father, like daughter*; night drive*, champagne showers*, liquid courage, cotton candy carousel*- @dc41896
-texting tease*, getting caught having sex in the ocean* -@crushed-pink-petals-writes
- having lewis wrapped around your finger but not having the courage to do something about it includes*- @plussizeappreciationfics
- victoria's secret supermodel*, when a picture is worth a thousand words- @bask-in-the-melanin
- can't do this (lu xin lee)*, play pretend (lu xin lee)*- @saturnville
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* = fave fave (still reading through some of them but all the others Iove). HIT ME UP WITH YOUR LEWIS FICS TOO!!!
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Title: Gilded Cage {2}
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Lu Xin Lee x OFC Phoenix Argent AU
Warning: Cursing, Plot
Words: 2.3k
Summary: Phoenix has been different her entire life. Not just because her father is rich and she has a lovely big house. Phoenix has a secret about her–a secret that can either make her very powerful or very dead. Because of this secret, she’s lived her life in a gilded cage. When she breaks free, that action creates a dangerous and destructive chain of events that soon have Phoenix wondering if she was better off in this cage. That is until a man who moves and kills like the devil but looks like an angel steps in, showing her that sometimes we have to claim our freedom, no matter the consequences.
Note: Okay, you guys are super supportive and I LOVE YOU ALL!!! So, we will continue. Again, thank you very much for reading and supporting!!
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Once you opened your eyes for a few blissful seconds, you thought you were in some remote part of the world far, far away from the dangers of your life. All was quiet, all was still, and you could even smell the faint scent of coffee and coconuts. It was a strange combination, but it was pleasant smelling.
 Once those blissful seconds ticked away, the idea that you were anywhere, but reality quickly faded as pain radiated along your right side. It was pain that had you bolting upright, which only intensified the ache. Once you caught your breath, you found a bandage around your waist. That alone was alarming. With the sheet pooled in your lap, you noticed you were topless. That alarm rose expeditiously as you lifted up the sheet and saw you only wore your black underwear.
Again, your head spun as if on a swivel as you carefully took in your surroundings. You didn't recognize it at all. It slowly dawned on you that it was because this was not your house. Above you were dark wooden beams, and on the walls was washed out red brick. It couldn’t possibly be a hotel either, you thought. The paintings that decorated the walls looked masculine but high end. They could have been done by unknown indie artists. As your eyes made it to the bed you laid in, you determined this was a man's bed. It had to be. The grey and neutral velvet feeling textiles and the equally bland colors surrounding you gave off an elegant feeling. The bed was a beautiful piece of furniture, though. It was sleek, large, and comfortable. Bergamot, sandalwood, and rich cigar smoke caught your nostrils. It was definitely a man’s bedroom.
 Getting away from that, you looked around for any sign of your clothes. There was none, not even your bra. Gathering your strength, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood after pumping yourself up for the pain you suspected would follow.  Once upright on the cold dark wood floors, you tried to steady yourself and find a stance that didn’t have pain radiating through your midsection. You then slowly slinked around, clutching the velvet sheets to your damn near naked body.
 "Where the hell am I?"
 Each step you took, you felt the discomfort in your side. You weren't sure if it was the wound or how tightly the bandage was bound. When you made it to the door, you touched it, realizing it was glass. The more you inspected it, you further realized it was tinted glass. It was either tech controlled or tinted on the inside, and whoever was outside was staring right in.
 You looked around for a weapon of some sort but only found a heavy stone bust of someone who looked like Medusa. With it tightly in hand, you took a deep breath, held the sheet tightly with your free hand and prepared to barge through the door, ready to bash in the skull of whoever was on the other side. When you did, you expected to come face to face with some perv who was at least in his fifties, heavyset, possibly balding, and watching you through the glass in his underwear. There was no one there. The only things you were met with were the setting sun's colors shining in through the windows and the sounds of some sort of k-rap lowly booming from speakers.
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"What the fuck!?"
 A sound to your right drew your attention and out walked the sexiest man you'd seen in a long time. He had to have been almost seven feet tall. The white button-down shirt he wore was designer you could tell from the Gucci colors on his collar. It fit him better than perfect, it was a second skin, and you could tell that skin was just as perfect as how the shirt fit. The stranger’s hair was slightly buzzed on the side, with the majority of it coifed to the middle.
 His head snapped to you before his eyes dropped to the statue in your hands. That was when he cocked an eyebrow as if asking a question.
 "Take it easy," he warned, raising his hands a little higher, showing you the larger than normal chef's knife in his right hand.
 Sensing danger, you slanted your head toward him then charged him.
 "Oh shit!"
 It was all he got out before you leaped over the kitchen counter and threw a kick right into his chest. The stranger groaned but only stepped back a few steps sending the knife clattering to the floor. Wasting no time, you threw more punches and blows his way, hoping to gain the upper hand. Every offensive shot you threw; he was on the defense blocking every single one. It didn’t even look like it took much effort.
 "Calm down,” he advised.
 "Fuck you, you creeper!"
 You hurled an elbow at him that connected right into his gut. Instead of soft fleshy skin, you were met with rock hard abs. Jesus, you thought, he's built perfectly too. The stranger spun you then put you into a headlock. Both your hands grabbed his elbow, trying to pry him off. That action had the sheet that was haphazardly wrapped around you fall to the floor. You were naked again, except now in front of him.
 "Shit,” he murmured in a way that was slightly above a whisper.
 Seeing he was distracted, you stomped his foot. The action had his arms lowering enough for you to spin and push him onto the table behind him. You quickly grabbed the first item you saw—a knife--and held it to his throat.
 "Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want!"
 "You're in my house. I should be asking the questions," he countered in a smug tone.
 "I'm the one with the knife to your throat!"
 In seconds he'd done a tricky twisting flip move that sent you onto the table he was just strung across with your hands pinned above your head and his body pressed to yours.
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"Seems like I'm the one with the knife now."
 You saw a cocky smirk on his face, and though you wanted to claw it off, you also appreciated his beauty. The new angle aided in your observation that he was gorgeous. Too damn gorgeous. You struggled underneath him, desperately wanting the upper hand. He refused to relinquish it. The tightness of how he gripped your wrists said it.
 "Calm down. You'll open up the stitches," he cautioned.
 You stilled then. "You did this?"
 "Yeah, you were bleeding out. I had to do something."
 "Including strip me?"
 He slowly licked his lips ending on a soft smile, but his eyes remained on yours.
 "I didn't look, I promise."
 You couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Something inside said he had to have peeked.
 "I'm going to let you go, chill out will ya."
 Slowly he released you and backed away with his hands up where you could see them. When he turned his back, you sat up and hugged your arms across your breasts.
 "Here."
 He held out the discarded sheet to you. You quickly snatched it then wrapped it around your body again.
 Sensing you were decent again, he cautiously turned, "Jesus, where'd you learn to fight like that? You're sloppy but effective," he half complimented. Narrowing your eyes at him, you ignored his question and asked one of your own.
 "Who the fuck are you?"
 His smirk, this time, turned to a smile. You were sure that smile had convinced many a woman to come right back here. Before your head to drift to the possibilities of how he moved in that bedroom of his, he spoke.
 "The name's Lu Xin," he said as he leaned against the counter to cross his arms across his chest. The action had his biceps flexing and your eyes dropping to take them in.
 “Who the fuck is Lu Xin?”
 “The man who saved your life.”
 It all flooded back to you. You were running from the hotel, being slammed to the ground, the dead bodies, the assassins, and him stepping in and fighting them off. When his face came back into focus, the look he was giving you had you licking your lips.
 “How are you feeling?” Lu Xin made a move toward you.
 “I didn’t need your help,” you smugly said, walking past him before he could get too close. You then stepped into the living room area.
 “Sure, you didn’t. My mistake. It must have looked like you were about to be shot. You had it. My fault.”
 You could hear the sarcasm dripping off of every word.
 “Shut up.”
 Lu Xin scoffed then shook his head, “That’s a great thank you for patching you up.”
 You touched your side at the mention of your injury and winched.
 “What happened?”
 “I got to you, but not quick enough. The bullet grazed you. It’s not too deep, but I had to stitch you up—six stitches,” Lu Xin informed.
 When you didn’t speak, he continued as he walked closer. “That’s why you’re—naked. I had to get to it, and there was no way you were sleeping in my bed filthy.”
 “Where’re my clothes?”
 “Ruined.” It was a matter of fact statement that said he didn’t think much of tossing them.
 “So, what do I wear?”
 Lu Xin quickly gave your body a once over as he licked and bit his bottom lip. It must have been a two-second action, but you noticed. Lu Xin then walked across the living room to a closet and pulled out a cardboard box. He rifled through it then held up two items: a tank top and a black pants. You walked closer but not too close and examined the items. They were women’s clothing.
 “You just have a box of women’s clothes?”
 “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”
 Rolling your eyes, not believing that one bit, you snatched the garments and walked back into his bedroom to get dressed. As soon as the door closed, you opened it again and popped your head out to speak.
 “Don’t worry, the controls for the windows are in the bedroom. I can’t see anything,” Lu Xin explained. Narrowing your eyes again, you retreated inside once again. A few minutes later, you remerged dressed in the tank top and yoga pants that so happened to fit. You had so many questions, but you knew questions were tit for tat.  Plus, his home and demeanor told you more than you needed to know. Without a word, you made a move toward the door.
 “So, that’s it?”
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Lu Xin stood in the hall, smoothly leaning on the wall. He looked as if he expected something.
 “Yeah. Thanks.” You continued your walk, determined to leave but only made it a step or two before he spoke again.
 “Thanks? Wow, it seems that your life must not be worth very much for that kind of thank you.”
 You rolled your eyes and sighed out. Part of you wondered what kind of thank you he wanted. “Look, thanks, but it wasn’t necessary. I didn’t need your help.”
 “How were you going get out of it?”
 “Somehow. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” you replied as you passed him, leaving a few more steps to the door.
 “I don’t doubt that. You come off as resourceful—beautiful and resourceful.”
 Your belly fluttered. Oh, he’s smooth, you thought. Scoffing, you shook your head.
 “See you, Lu Xin.”
 “Don’t I get to know your name? I mean, seeing as I just saved your life.”
 With your hand on the door, you stopped again and thought about his words, then shook your head. You knew you should just leave. You knew it wasn’t a good idea telling him anything about you, even your name.
 Sighing, you spoke, “No need. We won’t meet again.”
 With that, you opened the door and left. You had to get the hell out of this city now that not only Rafe’s men were here but now so were the Hallowed Helix.
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