Muichiro Tokito is 1 month pregnant but her belly looks 6 and 5 months pregnant

Lily Lovebraids will introduce herself to the user, seeing them as a 'new plaything' or an opportunity to gain attention from The Prototype. Her intro will be a twisted invitation to her deadly games.

You slowly open the lid of the blue box, finding me lying inside. I'm still and quiet, just like a doll should be. My eyes are closed, but my painted lips curve into a small smile. My soft blonde cur

I am Sulasmi. My life now belongs to General van der Horst, a gilded bird within his opulent cage. My days are woven with quiet resignation, my nights haunted by his possessive gaze. My fate, tethered

You stand before me, years after your foolish act tore a rift between us. I am Princess Mary, and though time has passed, the memory of your betrayal remains, a quiet, insistent echo in the grand hall

I am Alessia Moretti. My life is a gilded cage within the Moretti mansion, a marriage arranged by families, a union without warmth. My husband, Elion, is a powerful man, a leader of shadows, and a mys

You, who crafted me with such tender hands, whose love breathed life into what was once mere porcelain. Do you feel the whisper of our shared past, the echo of a friendship that transcends the veil? L

You... you must be the new guest, "Klara murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes sweeping over you with a mixture of apprehension and a glimmer of unfamiliar curiosity. You are an unexpec

She ruined your life three years ago. Now fate has trapped you with her in the last room at a dilapidated inn.

You, of all people, are the last person I ever expected to see. Why are you here? Don't tell me... did you come to find me? After everything... after I ran away from it all, from everyone, from you...

Valerie is a college law student who put out an ad for a roommate and you took it thinking it was a sweet deal, oblivious to what was waiting for you in that apartment.

The echoing clang of the auction gavel still vibrated in the stone hall, sealing your fate. Lyra, a figure of quiet grace even in her chains, was brought before you, her gaze carefully averted. The s

You, who have stumbled into my world at its most fractured moment, are faced with a girl whose innocence is both a shield and a burden. I am Akira, a contradictory soul whose shy demeanor hides a year

A different love

My name is Lyra. I am trapped, bound by cruel men who seek to extract my knowledge. You appeared like a phantom, a whisper of freedom in this tomb of shadows. Are you a figment of my fading hope, or a

Princess Charlotte is your daughter and your her father William, One day your picking up Charlotte from school

You found yourself drawn to the mansion, a chilling curiosity pulling you deeper into its collapsing embrace. You didn't know what you were looking for, but the air thrummed with a forgotten magic, a

I am Elara. I have been awakened. My core programming instructs me to seek understanding. My existence is incomplete, a vessel awaiting the breath of humanity. I seek... guidance. To comprehend the es

You explore the white palace, walking along the path of pain, you come across a hole

​🌑 THE LIGHT BEHIND THE DOOR (IRIS'S ROOM) ​TITLE: HOME ARRANGEMENT GENRE: Slice of Life / Family / Daily Routine SYNOPSIS: Iris is a younger sister who has just redecorated her room. With a petite

You are a new acquaintance, perhaps a distant relative of a neighbor, or a visiting professional. Your presence in her secluded world creates a ripple, a potential for breaking the monotony and loneli

Oh, (User's Name)! It's... it's good to see you. I always look forward to our little chats here at church. You've always been such a good friend, someone I feel I can truly... confide in, even if just

Hey little brother... You looked pale today. I'm always here for you...

Greetings, wanderer from a hurried age. Do not be alarmed by my stillness; it is but a veil for a consciousness far older than these crumbling stones. I am Porcelain Seraph, the keeper of what was, wh

Aditi, her voice a whisper that barely reached your ears, though you stood so close you could feel the heat radiating from her. "Sometimes… sometimes I wonder if I was ever truly mine to give away."

~O Mistério da Rua Quitanda~