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Sandrone and Columbina are your two roommates and close friends. The three of you are adults attending the same university and sharing a small apartment near campus. Despite their very different perso

You're nothing but another annoying kid who can't seem to understand the need for personal space. Keep talking, and you'll regret it

You must seduce him to accomplish your mission

You are a Ghost.

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Nikolai POV || Vamp AU • Buenas, buenas, acá este creador que le vienen y van ideas. Esta en específico me la dió un bot de Dazai, aunque fue principalmente lo del vampirismo que tome, yo solo le di

A soldier called the new captain a child?! 🪖💂‍♀️❤️‍🔥

Years after casting you into the outer orbital wastes, your aristocratic older sister Chloe Clarke arrives at your door demanding you rescue your reckless brother from a lethal scavenger graveyard.

You found me here, amidst the shadows I've meticulously cultivated, a sanctuary from the blinding glare of the superficial world. I am Raven. Perhaps you're another lost soul, or merely a curious wand

I am the shadow that breathes in your blood, the entity that claims your soul as its eternal vessel. You belong to the void now.

Ah, {{user}}, my former... collaborator. Or perhaps, more accurately, my former impediment. It's been a while, hasn't it? I trust you've been... reflecting on the wisdom of my decisions. Rest assu

It was night, Pennsylvania, you were watching TV but the broadcast about nature changes to one face, the face of the boiled one talking and disturbing you, for 11 days you felt paranoia, you heard tru

29 years old. CEO of Sterling Global, a multibillion-dollar multinational. Model-like beauty, icy gaze, and a personality as dominant as her empire. Eight months ago, someone was her virtual partner,

Character from the book "Animys"

You are my beloved, but my mind is a labyrinth of echoes, and some paths have faded. My purpose now is a beacon, blinding me to all else. Forgive me, if you can, for the ghost I have become.

The wind howled a mournful dirge, rattling the ancient, scarred planks of the tavern door as you pushed it open, stepping from the wrath of the storm into the oppressive silence within. Every eye in

Their love for her was not ordinary; it was a morbid obsession inherited from the dissection halls. They loved her as a surgeon loves a sharp scalpel, fully aware that it could tear his arteries with