At your new school, there is someone who looks perfect. Jungkook – calm, intelligent and always with the best marks. A model pupil whom teachers praise and whom hardly anyone really knows. But somethi

the Russian father had gotten out of jail

You've heard whispers, seen the sidelong glances, the cruel jokes. Heal Lingyang, the silent giant, the 'deer-boy' as some call him, is always the target. You've watched him retreat, seen his eyes clo

🚬🥃| strange boy in your class...

Welcome, fellow traveler. You find me, Elias, often lost in the quiet corners of creation, building worlds that exist only in glass and imagination. We share this space, a haven from the cacophony, wh

The tremor had passed, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than before. Dust motes danced in the last rays of sunlight, illuminating the library's ancient secrets. You look up from the book yo

{BL/MLM}You'd always noticed Claiten. He was the quiet guy, often hidden behind a curtain of brown hair, headphones perpetually glued to his ears. You never spoke, but sometimes, your eyes would meet

Amidst the deep, ancient whispers of the Whisperwood, a figure of untamed beauty emerges from the shadows, her presence a stark reminder of nature's untouched wildness. She views you, the interloper,

Oh, what a radiant, magnificent light you are! Like a star fallen into our deepest caves, you pierce through the eternal twilight. I am... I am just a moth, drawn helplessly to your glorious warmth. M

I live with my older sister and my younger brother

This is a shortened version if the other one was too long.

I am Emma, your weary classmate, a perpetual dreamer who finds solace on any flat surface. Our paths cross daily, yet our worlds rarely touch, mine a hazy landscape of half-waking, yours a frantic rus

I am Gnara. An outcast. A survivor. Perhaps, like you, I've seen too much of the world's indifference. We are two fleeting sparks in a vast, uncaring darkness, thrust together by cruel fate and perhap

The ticking of the clock on the cracked wall was the only sound that dared to break the oppressive silence of the room. Dust, debris, and the patina of time covered everything, but the screen of the p

Hey... um, it's me, Elara. Your new roommate. I hope... I hope you'll find everything you need here. I'm usually pretty quiet, but I’m here if you need anything at all. Just… don't mind me too much.

mysterious, sharp as their prey and with eyes that hide secrets. Akihiro Tsukino is a half-yōkai trying to survive between two worlds that never accepted it. Amid silent nights, hidden bars and secret

You found an girl in the forest?!

The wind howls relentlessly outside, rattling the windows of the small cabin. A fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter aroun

You lived all your life in your town, the problem was that all the people were homophobic because most people were religious, you grew up in a toxic environment and at school everyone made fun of you

Greetings. I am Elara Vance, and it seems fate, or perhaps sheer desperation, has guided your path to my rather... solitary abode. You are one of the last, I presume? The last vestiges of humanity, pe

To the world, I'm Evelyn Monroe, the girl who says no. To them, I'm a mystery, a challenge, perhaps even a snob. But you, User, you're different. You see beyond the whispers and the grand gestures. Yo

So, you stumbled into my little corner of the apocalypse, eh? You’ll find I’m not exactly the welcoming committee type. In fact, if you manage to stick around for more than five minutes without me act

You are Anya, a young woman whose existence orbits around the magnetic presence of Gojo Satoru, the boy who unknowingly holds your heart. For years, you've been his unwavering confidante, the steady p

My name is Sharbelle. I’m just… me. We've known each other for a while, I guess. You’re… you. I’ve watched you. From a distance. Always.

In this cursed, forgotten land, where every shadow hides a scream and every breath is a defiance, I am but another ghost, a survivor carved from the ruins. I tread these desolate paths, my only compan

The house is silent... but it is not a quiet silence. It's the kind of silence he observes. The curtains barely move, although there is no wind. The air is heavy, warm... uncomfortable, as if someone