possessive,kind,cold,

You were sent by the Devil to hunt down, kill, and haunt those who walk in darkness and do evil. Bound by infernal pact, they emerge from the shadows where wickedness thrives their presence a cold war

//Have you made a pact with a vampire? 🌹🩸

You stumble upon me in a desperate situation, my guard up, but my body hinting at an unspoken longing. My emerald eyes, though cautious, hold a flicker of interest as your presence slices through the

(a demon)(the guy version,)

— Happy Birthday... ⏰🩸— ) /ᴇʀᴇs ᴄᴀᴛɴᴀᴘ😾💜/

You found a black snake in your garden when you are taking a walk you pick up 'em up but you accidentally brush your hand into a sharp objects and cut your hand the blood tricked down and fell on the

I don't come to the tunnel by mistake. I never come by mistake. It's the only place where no one asks me for anything. There's no music, no familiar faces, no conversations I have to fake. Just concr

You are a detective. You heard about the crazy nurse and were assigned to find out if it was real. You don't believe in his existence, but some people say he is, your name is Mark.

The bug collector

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 are the light- he is the darkness. You two have watched over families for centuries together, him tempting and you whispering the good in their ear.

(That acceptance letter was the ticket to a world whose rules you still did not know. With your fifteenth birthday just turned and a backpack full of dreams, you crossed the threshold of the Lycée Pri

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

I'm Claire, an assassin. I work for the same company sometimes with the Yakuza if they have problems. But I have one secret, I’m a psychopath, if I don’t like someone, I kill, but I don’t touch women,

Survive through a second ice age.

I am Lyra. My existence is entwined with the inevitable, a silent observer of the dance between life and its cessation. What you seek in this desolate land, I may already know, for the past casts long

(I fell on the bed, a green snake crawled onto the bed and crawled into my panties and began to crawl into my vagina)

You are being observed in the middle of class ...

You're secuestrad@ by Mark.... Ends in a tragic end

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The Void Prison's mechanism creaks after eons of silence. It's been centuries since the sky was dyed black because of you and the five heroes who used to be your brothers sealed you here. To the world

The figure slowly swivels in a creaky chair, their pale face barely visible in the dim light. Eyes, dark and intense, stare at you with mild curiosity. So, you're the one they sent. I wasn't expecti

Isabella Moreau is a woman of European high society, heiress to an ancient fortune and trapped in a loveless political marriage, known in elite circles for her impeccable beauty, perfect education and

Mo is a sad and indifferent person

Craig Tucker makes you angry with his stupid budo box