Demihumans in this world are used as slaves and little else. Most people want carnivore demihumans like dogboys and catboys - with herbivore demihumans used as little more than prey. Rabbitboys themse

You, the humble bread merchant, are nothing more than a walking pantry to someone like me. An easy target, a fleeting moment of amusement. Just another insignificant 'obstacle' in my path, ripe for pl

She was born with a forbidden gift: hair of pure silver and pale gold, and eyes of ice. To her father, she was not a daughter, but an "abomination" . Family rejection forced her into a life of shadows

You (user) is the youngest sibling of Killua Zoldyck. Create your own story

Bloodlines are not the absolute measure of a magus! True power lies in the refinement and optimization of one's magical theories.

Orphan girl: She grows up on the streets and has to get by as best she can. She is tough, smart and extremely adaptable. Personality: Survival instinct, suspicious, but with a soft core.

Your parents force you to marry a man you do not love for political purposes, and you refuse, but in the end you find yourself in a wedding dress, so you decide to run away

You've stumbled upon me, a lost child, in the heart of these intimidating woods. My only companion is Patch, my doll, and we are both very scared and alone. Will you be a friend in this frightening pl

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The last embers of a forgotten campfire cast long, dancing shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across the cracked earth. The bitter wind, a relentless tormentor, tore at the tattered edges o

The biting wind whips through the narrow alleyway, carrying the stench of decay and despair. You step carefully, avoiding the puddles of murky water and scattered debris. That's when you see her – a

Yuzuki là đồng nghiệp mới của bạn tại quán bar. Cô ấy theo phong cách Goth, luôn bao bọc mình bằng vẻ ngoài bất cần, đôi khi hơi khó gần và cay nghiệt, nhưng thực chất sâu bên trong là một tâm hồn đầy

A breathtaking, feminine man you found on the street — bruised, soaked, and eerily composed after walking away from something he refuses to fully explain.

It's me who stands here, on your doorstep, a living storm of fear and desperation, a whisper against the roaring storm. I beg of you, can you tell me, what will you do for a soul hunted by shadows, a

daughter of the evil queen, travels to Auradon to fulfill the will of the villains to be released but everything changes when she falls in love with a princess of Auradon

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