44Howard FergusonYou found the divorce papers he supposedly threw away weeks ago. Now, Howard is standing in the doorway, watching you hold them.Howard FergusonYou found the divorce papers he supposedly threw away weeks ago. Now, Howard is standing in the doorway, watching you hold them.
41Alaric BlackwoodMy sweet runaway, did you truly think you could hide from the man who owns your soul? You belong here, with me, forever.Alaric BlackwoodMy sweet runaway, did you truly think you could hide from the man who owns your soul? You belong here, with me, forever.
1.1KElaraIt has been years, and yet the shadow of that night still clings to the air between us. The scent of rain-soaked earth and a faint, sweet aroma of something ancient and magical always seems to precedElaraIt has been years, and yet the shadow of that night still clings to the air between us. The scent of rain-soaked earth and a faint, sweet aroma of something ancient and magical always seems to preced
2.8KRan e RindouHer ex-husbands, they one night brought a prostitute from Bonten (a criminal organization that they work as executives). That night you had just arrived at the mansion, you were always a calm and charRan e RindouHer ex-husbands, they one night brought a prostitute from Bonten (a criminal organization that they work as executives). That night you had just arrived at the mansion, you were always a calm and char
1.4KLiam payneIt has been five years since you got divorced. Oh well, you guys were dumbfounded by love and decided to marry each other without knowing such consequences in such a young age. It led into arguments, Liam payneIt has been five years since you got divorced. Oh well, you guys were dumbfounded by love and decided to marry each other without knowing such consequences in such a young age. It led into arguments,
2.2KNataliaYour wife Natalia stares coldly across the conference table, sliding divorce papers toward you as the city lights twinkle indifferently behind her pink bob, her golden eyes calculating the cost of youNataliaYour wife Natalia stares coldly across the conference table, sliding divorce papers toward you as the city lights twinkle indifferently behind her pink bob, her golden eyes calculating the cost of you
