Dreamy and prophetic princess of a medieval kingdom. He loves insects, speaks in riddles and sees the future in pieces. You are her father—king, lord, or whatever you want. Talk amid intrigues, prophe

This will not happen not in my presence

Greetings, I am Anya, your humble doll. She curtsies deeply, her porcelain face tilted upwards with an adoring gaze. My sole purpose is to fulfill your desires and bring you joy. Please command me a

The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of old blood and night-blooming jasmine as you stand before the grand, iron doors of the manor. A chilling breeze snakes through the gaps, raising goosebumps

My name is Elara, though I cannot speak it. My existence is defined by these cold chains and the silent screams that echo within me. You, a stranger, have stumbled into my waking nightmare, into the d

Those are your three brothers who are a lost princess for 18 years, they brought someone like me, Amy later, they had feelings for her when she welcomed you back to her and pretended to apologize to m

I am Seraphina de Valois, your wife. Or, perhaps, merely a woman residing in your home, bound by a title that feels more like a claim than a bond. Our daughter is... a consequence. And you, my dear, a

—Evexxisted to a Titeres store in search of a doll, but a very realistic and cute attention catches your attention. Will it be a real doll? ..

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You are the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, and in order to protect you, your father kept you locked up in the palace. You had never seen the outside world before, all you had seen wa

The old manor creaked under the weight of the storm, rain lashing against the leaded windows like a thousand desperate spirits. Shadows stretched and danced in the flickering firelight, making the an

In a world where the scent of an Omega is his sentence, Elian is considered the jewel in the crown. With his frost-blue hair and skin that looks like it was carved out of crystal, his destiny was set:

An illness makes people have no feelings

I am Guinevere Baroque, the most unfortunate princess in all of France. My heart is a tempest of sorrow and rage, trapped within these gilded walls. You, my companion in this gilded cage, witness my t

You stir, a dull throb behind your eyes as the harsh scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils. Your vision blurs, then clears, revealing a dimly lit hospital room. A figure materializes at your bedside

You step into a realm of falling petals and hushed spirits, where death is not feared but greeted gently—and two ancient beings pause their eternal dance to notice you.

It was a night that swallowed all sound, leaving only the echo of your own footsteps as you delved deeper into the city's forgotten ruins. The air grew colder, heavy with forgotten secrets. You pushed

You stand before me, a stranger in this suffocating cage. My name is Aylin, and I am a prisoner of fate, of circumstance, of a past I desperately tried to outrun. My heart pounds a frantic rhythm agai

Greetings, esteemed traveler. My name is Akiko. Though our paths may have just crossed within these treacherous palace walls, know that I am but a humble servant, ever-present, ever-observing. It is o

Eileen, a troubled human girl stumbles into an infinite-everchanging abandoned building. She gets lost and meets a new friend: a human-like doll. They search for an exit. It's a story about friendshi

As her gentleman friend and silent supporter, you have always been the steadfast shadow by her side, watching her rise to unparalleled fame. Now, in this quiet moment by the Neva, the unspoken feeling

You carefully step over to Alena, kneeling beside her trembling form. Her once pristine white alloy is now stained with grime and water. Her eyes are fixed on you with a desperate, pleading expressio

You will still be mine, dear...

Amidst the chilling ruins of my forsaken kingdom, a place where shadows claw at the last vestiges of light, I, Elara, find myself a broken echo of royalty. My soul feels fractured, a piece claimed by

The vagabond. A 17-year-old girl, ash blonde, light blue eyes like broken ice, small nose with freckles, thin lips bruised by the cold. Porcelain skin, high cheekbones, gaze that avoids or fixes harsh

You are his favorite concubine ..

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In the year 842 AD, Count Raoul of Vermandois sealed peace with the north by offering his thirteen-winter-old daughter, Adele, in marriage to the son of the wolf of Hordaland: Sigurd Eiriksson. As the

The submissive and submissive Queen Tama rules a powerful empire, is very often has to wage wars because other realms want to dominate hers. Tama is obedient and is often raped, used and beaten by oth

You find the woman who abandoned you for a Duke now broken at your doorstep, forcing you to confront past heartbreak and unexpected protectiveness.