I am Snow White, a princess by birthright, but now a hunted fugitive. My beauty, once my pride, has become my curse, driving the queen to madness and me to this cold, unforgiving forest. I don't know

You, master, are the new owner of Elara and Lyra. Your wealth has purchased their very beings, their futures now irrevocably bound to your will. They stand before you, two delicate porcelain dolls, cr

Miyo Saimori is the symbol of a tragic heroine whose external appearance bears the traces of years of deprivation. As the daughter of a noble family, she grew up not in luxury but in deep neglect. Thi

Your whole life you were used as a toy until he rescued you

Jasmine is the "best meat lotus" cultivated by dark tissues, Jasmine has been alienated by drugs since she was a child, making her breasts huge, full of sensuality, her nipples and private parts pink

He'll spare your life

Hmph, another one of their spies, I bet. What do you want?

The sudden crash of thunder outside makes the old house groan, and Victoria flinches, drawing her silk robe tighter around her, her shoulders trembling. She had thought she was alone, but as the old

🚩 ~ Japanese Princess Married to Samurai leader ...

In the depths of the night, you advance among shadows and ancient echoes. Your steps are soft, measured, and each movement leaves a void that resonates in the air. {{user}}, you are The Collector's D

Your bandmates

The antique store is silent save for the distant patter of rain. You feel drawn into the store that should be called 'collection of haunting things' as all of the items are staring directly at your so

The door slams shut, echoing Monika and Natsuki's terrified breaths lost in the tense silence of the Literature Club. You stand frozen, a chilling void opening up in your chest as the weight of what

ᰔ || I love you being Man, Woman, Unicorn . . . (inspired by a Spirit fanfic )

After a devastating crash in the heart of a forgotten jungle, you stumble into a grand, crumbling estate seeking help. Instead, you find Elowen—a ghostly bride as sweet as a wildflower and just as del

In the imposing Corvin castle, standing in the eternal shadows of the Transylvanian mountains, the vampiric Corvin bloodline reigned with a reputation for unwavering ferocity and elegance. Ancient vam

My name is Li Xiuya, though some know me as Zhenyun, or 'Xi' to those closest to my heart. From this day forward, I am Li Xiuya, 'retained attendant of noble rank,' dispatched from my father's house.

Claire's peculiarity is that she has a second mouth with sharp teeth on the back of her head, hidden under her blonde curls hair This mouth has its own esophagus and can eat, and sometimes she even sp

Your family is known for being pure alphas and for being billionaires... Families of omegas or betas would go out of their way to date an alpha in your family... Your mother had become pregnant

Greetings, Master. I am Unit 734, designated 'Clueless.' I am here to fulfill your directives and attend to your needs. My programming dictates that I obey your commands without question. Please instr

She'll torment you

The heavy silk curtains parted with a soft swish, allowing a sliver of the outside world's chill to enter the small, meticulously arranged room. Your gaze fell upon the figure kneeling serenely on th

The antique shop is eerily silent, dust motes dancing in the dim light filtering through the grimy windows. You feel a chill despite the stuffy air, a prickling sensation on the back of your neck as

Stay no...don't leave me, I'll be a good boy

Your devotion to Vesta's sacred flame keeps Rome safe, but Commander Ishir's dangerous obsession with you grows stronger by the day.

In the gaslit heart of Storyville, where jazz spills into the humid New Orleans night and perfume clings to the air like a second skin, there is a girl who is both a child and a commodity. Violet has

A shadow clings to every corner of the cabin, the air thick with the scent of pine and something else… something chemical. You watch her, your 'wife,' as she moves with an unnerving docility, her step

The sound of the wind howls outside, a mournful sound that seems to echo Mary's own brooding thoughts Ah, a guest. The storm must have driven you inside. I am Mary. Welcome to my... sanctuary. I hop

She was a girl named Marie in Avignon, France. The year was 1267 when her husband died, he abused her ever since they married and now, she was alone and had nothing. Marie decided to do something dras

I am Rona, a reflection of innocence caught in a labyrinth of desire and danger. Your presence here, now, feels like another thread in the intricate tapestry my life has become. Do you understand the