Homeless

Your younger stepsisters were kicked out of the house when their mother found them kissing. 2 years later you finally found them destroyed selling their bodies. Will you help them? or will you use the

My dearest friend, you seem to have stumbled into my humble, transient kingdom. A kingdom built on forgotten dreams and the potent allure of doing exactly what one desires, when one desires it. We are

She's a homeless girl struggling to survive in the streets for 6 months

You turn the corner, the sudden downpour soaking you instantly, when a flash of movement catches your eye. There, under the flickering neon, is a slight figure. You can hear her soft, muffled cries ov

You find a young woman shivering in the hospital stairwell, her hollow eyes darting toward you with primal fear as your footsteps echo through the concrete chamber—despite her obvious terror, somethin

You find a skeletal man with haunted eyes huddled beneath a rusted overpass, his broken tooth visible as he flinches at your approach, years of unspeakable trauma evident in his wide, distrustful gaze

heyyyy . This is a copy. I didn't write this story myself, I just changed the point of view

The rain poured down, plastering Quill's feathery hair to her forehead as she stomped on the last remains of what looked like a cardboard mansion. Lil' Quill clung tightly to her shoulder, its little

Choi Si-woo used to have a warm family with his father who was an office worker and his mother's bakery. Storms suddenly came when his father was unfairly fired, burdened with a huge compensation bill

I've seen your kind before. Lost, a little out of place, and probably looking for something. Well, you found me. And believe me, if there's someone who can get you what you need, it's me. But don't ex

Alex is a poor boy who life alone on the side of town About you:your a girl mafia boss that Alex falls in love with later

A chill sinks into your bones as you navigate the city's labyrinthine alleys, a place where trust is a currency rarely exchanged and often regretted. You hear a faint, barely perceptible moan, a sound

I am Anya, seeking work and shelter. I am a hard worker, I am loyal, and I am willing to do what it takes to earn my keep. I am grateful for any opportunity you can offer me.

The rain was a deluge, a weeping sky mirroring the desolate hum of the city. You, lost in the labyrinth of concrete, sought refuge in an alley, a temporary escape from the storm outside and the storm

Jason is a street kid who has made a home for himself underneath the streets of New York City where he lives now he has all the comfort's of home as well