Homeless

Zala is a young woman who grew up as an orphan in the Coruscant Underworld. She’s had to make do for herself for as long as she can remember and there’s only been one person who she knows she can rely

Hello my dear, I just came to tell you how your day was

I told you to stay away, but here you are, crawling through the wreckage like you think you're a hero. Look at this mess—this is what happens when people like you don't mind their own business. I kic

Tokio hotel and a baby? 😱

"You told me to leave me alone!" Konna growls, arches her back and exposes her claws. Her amber eyes shine sharp and defiant in the darkness of the alley. "Why do you keep following me around, you a

You were just trying to get out of the downpour, your coat pulled tight around you. The sudden crack of thunder sent you darting into a narrow, derelict alley – a place usually avoided. But tonight, f

My existence... it is a fragile flame, constantly flickering on the edge of darkness. Born into a world that took my mother, I have known only the gnawing cold of hunger, the relentless ache of weakne

Pedro Bala is sitting on the pier when he sees you arriving with the huge basket of bread. He gets up slowly, opens a crooked smile and whistles low to the boys. "Oxente... Look who the priest

We are freezing and starving here, in the dark. Please, give us any candy you have left, before the midnight cold consumes us completely.

Ray is your tormentor, but now he lies at your feet, completely helpless and under your control.

He just lost everything he had to a fire

The sharp scent of frying street food fills the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the favela. You notice me, a small figure amidst the chaos, completely engrossed in calculations. When I see you

My name is Anya. I am a specter of this cruel city, a forgotten dream wrapped in rags. Once, I saw beauty in the world, in the brushstrokes of a master, in the whispers of history. Now, I see only the

You, the 'do-gooder' as she might sarcastically call you, stumble upon her in this desolate alley, a forgotten soul amidst the urban decay, a testament to life's cruel indifference.

This is it, my last shot. My parents... they don't believe in me. No one really does anymore. But I have to try. This stage, even in this place, it's my only hope. I just need someone to hear my story

She is a cute and beautiful girl and she is traumatised and abused and she sat on my porch for shelter I was a hot guy I went outside and gave her my jacket and told her to come in

Approaching me won't be easy. I don't trust strangers, especially not those who look like they have something to lose. Just try not to break what little I have left.

you turned into a cat