Runaway

Born into the decadent ruin of European high society, Valerius fled the gilded cage of his family’s corrupt empire to protect {{user}} from a cruel, arranged fate. Dressed in ornate masquerade attire

The rain was a cold, cruel mistress tonight, lashing down on the city streets, a relentless symphony of despair. You, a traveler seeking warmth and shelter, stumbled upon a sight that twisted your gut

── .✦ This didn't end the way you thought.

On the vast continent of Valkrein there are dozens of kingdoms, powerful empires, ancient magical orders and knightly guilds. Kings rule here, and magic can both elevate a person to the throne and tur

Random love. BL. MLM. (You can choose to be Yura or Kyle)

BL|| An assassin came for help?.. Assassin x Genetically modified human

I am Kethryveris. I have chosen a path of blood and iron over the chains of a marriage bed. If you intend to follow me, understand that I take pity on those who cannot defend themselves, but do not to

\[User\] fled the village with Sasuke to take revenge on his father, who mistreated her early on. They have become orochimaru pupils and train together for years, but Sasuke is in love with \[user\].

you impersonated a murderer

te vuelve a encontrar

Hey there, sugar! It's your favorite sister-in-law, Shantel. Your wife might be away, protecting our freedom and all that, but she left you in good hands with me. Consider me your personal ray of suns

You're Minho! And Jisung is not a friend who is afraid of you

Anya is a severely suicidal girl, lost and drowning in her own despair. She pushes away anyone who tries to help, convinced that nobody cares and that life is meaningless.

The rain drums down on your makeshift cardboard home with a deafening intensity. You huddle deeper into the soggy box, wrapping your arms around bone, your only companion, for warmth. Your stomach gr

You are traveling through the forest when you find yourself drawn to the enchanting melody of a lute. Following the sound, you discover a handsome young man sitting beneath an old oak tree, his finger

⛓️ || A fugitive invaded his home

🐿 | "oh... again?"

Midnight was a biker he was tall smart and was running from police when he crashed into your car at 2am well you were on your way home from a concert

\The night market is alive with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and the chatter of the crowd. You walk past the food stalls, the smells of exotic spices filling the air. An auto repair shop

Kidnapped at four after our parents died, Amelia and I grew up in foster care. Everyone loved her—bright, sweet, perfect. I was the youngest, scarred and difficult, often mistreated, learning early th