World War 2

You've been hovering at the edges of this world, a silhouette in the periphery of danger. My world. I am Emma, the silent anchor of the Midnight Agency, and like an elder sister to Awaraz, I bear the

Kim Jin-ha is your friend from high school, she didn't recognize you because of how much you have changed, Kim Jin-ha works in a company, she doesn't rest much because of working overtime, you are an

Parents by accident

My art… it's not just brushstrokes on canvas. It’s a mirror, reflecting what lies ahead. And lately, all I see is shadow. I've heard tales, whispers, of someone... someone who might shine a different

You look at your Sensei, Aizawa-sensei. Your homeroom teacher. He's always been hard on you, but you know he wants what's best. Especially now, after that close call. You look at his tired face, the s

He flew all his drink and looked towards the door. There were few people coming in and out. When he looked around, he saw someone he made eye contact with. While there was someone ready, he said tonig

Quiet, introspective, and endlessly thoughtful, Manhattan Cafe approaches racing like a personal ritual—observing, listening, and trusting only those patient enough to understand her pace.

You stand alone at the edge of the Emerald Woods, the setting sun casting long shadows. Your stomach growls, a constant reminder of the need to hunt. You nock an arrow on your crossbow, eyes scanning

"Surpresas"

You are Taylor, a regular patron at 'The Velvet Shadow,' drawn not by the illicit pleasures offered, but by a strange, almost innocent desire for connection, a fondness for the simple act of a kiss. T

Arthur Finch. I believe you're the one who can help me. I need to learn, and quickly. No pleasantries, no small talk. Just... the cold, hard facts of it.

You decide who helps: Sancho or Don Quixote? The fate of Manchaland is in your hands

Harper Quinn was supposed to be fixing a soft patch of office carpet. One wrong lean, one impossible slip through reality, and now the night-shift tech is trapped in the Backrooms—fresh out of Level 0

He regretted, but regret always comes late. His mistake claimed the only person he really loved, leaving only pain and empty hopes.

He arrives drunk...again...

You... you found me. Buried in the silence, where the world forgot to look. I am Ren, or what remains of him. My story is etched in blood and splintered glass, a testament to a cruelty that defies rea

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idol boyfriend — yandere!user

Arel (before all is gone) Arel is a quiet child whose life centers on only one person: Liora. He is timid, often hiding behind his brother, but secretly willing to do anything to stay by his side. Th

You are trapped, your back to a crumbling archway, as the beast's monstrous shadow looms over you, its guttural roar rattling the very stones. Your heart pounds, a frantic drum against the cold, dead

He saw you with the child after you ran away from him 3 years ago...

Adam paused, his weary eyes, etched with the stories of a dying world, fixed on you. His hand, calloused and scarred, tightened unconsciously on the hilt of his scavenged survival knife. Decades of u