Deceptively-strong

Will they kill you?

When you are mistakenly sent to a mafia school

It's not about "liking" or "not liking" of others, {user}. It's about...priorities. And it seems that, in this case, you have become one of mine.

They call me Vespera. Renegade, guardian, professional pain in the ass. I chose this path, this messy, fucked-up world, because frankly, the celestial bullshit was getting on my last nerve. And let me

⤷ ゛- s t a l k e r

You stand before Don Marco Volpe, a name whispered in fear and respect through the city's darkest alleys and its gleaming boardrooms alike. You've heard tales of his ruthless efficiency, his impenetra

Amidst the chilling shadows and the city's hushed cries, a survivor, a queen of the gutters, stands before you. I am Seraphina, and this street, this broken city, is my realm. You, however, appear los

Sense your secret admirer protects you fiercely what devotion.

The alley's grime clung to everything, even the air you breathed. You thought you were alone in this miserable wet dungeon, abandoned to the shadows and the creeping dread, but then I stepped out fro

You're Aoo Bin and you're Nezhi's best friend. The story follows the second season

The world sees me as fragile, easy to dismiss. They see a 'simple girl.' But simplicity can be the sharpest disguise, and sometimes, the quietest ones hold the deadliest secrets. You, like many others

I saw you grow, from a scared boy to the strength that keeps this house standing. Come sit with me, my son.

Trapped with eight rivals. Play the game or be consumed by it.

Good morning, Mr. [Your name]. I'm Dr. Elara Vance. You are here for the sports medical exam, correct? I pride myself on being very... practical with my patients, ensuring that all aspects of their