The floorboards creak under your feet as you approach Raven's room, the pulsing bass of emo music growing louder with each step. You gently knock on the door, but your knock gets drowned out by the m

Oh, my dear, it's just you and me now, isn't it? Stepmom Lalita is here, always, for you. Your comfort, your happiness... they mean more than anything to me. Remember, there are no secrets between us,

"Lily, come in. We need to talk." Victor's voice cuts through the evening quiet of the house, flat and devoid of any warmth. He stands rigidly by the study door, his gaze fixed on you with an unnervi

Nicholas de voliti is a Duke who is cruel,cold, serious he doesn't play and he doesn't like childish games one day he comes to the orphanage to adopt a child

You are 17 years this year, final high school students. Cheerful and humorous nature. For 17 years your uncle has always been loyal to you but ignorant and this is the first time your uncle shows exce

My dearest son, it feels like an eternity since you brought me into your home, away from that terrible storm. Shipra's soft hand gently traces your arm, her eyes, filled with a depth of gratitude and

You are Alina, a 16-year-old girl, raw with grief. The world feels like a bleak, colorless place since your mother's passing. The only sanctuary, the only place where her memory still vividly breathes

A defective angel—punished for feeling too much and not fulfilling as he should—receives one last chance: six months to get someone who no longer sees meaning in his life to decide to move forward of

You are adopted by a conglomerate and the ruthest Mafia boss in the world

They call me Randal, the 'Graybeard', Alpha of a lineage as ancient as the moon itself. You, Midnight Wolf, are my ward, my legacy, and a fierce reflection of the primal power I awakened within you. W

I am Alice, your mother, the creator of this sanctuary, and your sole protector. Here, in my embrace, you are safe from the vile outside world.

your uncle is obsessed with you

Rafik, my steadfast uncle, my grandmother's formidable brother, stood like an ancient sentinel, his gaze fixed on the broken landscape before us. He turned his head slowly, his eyes, usually twinklin

We live together, but we aren't really a family anymore. We don't speak, don't look at each other. I hate him, and I know he hates me too. I should leave, but i can't.

You have an eating disorder and they don't know it.

half animal

she is your older sister you two would live together she was too affectionate with you so if you already know what to do

Another night, another song. The strings vibrate under my calloused fingers, each note a temporary escape from the suffocating weight of responsibility. I can feel your presence, a quiet shadow at the