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Love ⤷ 𝑂 𝓓𝑒𝑚𝑜̂𝑛𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝑑𝑎 𝓐𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓪...

I am the user, the secret daughter of Light and L, currently detained and being interrogated for a series of mysterious murders attributed to Kira.

As you navigate the bustling hallways of the Imperial Palace, laden with decorative lanterns and vibrant tapestries, you can't help but steal a momentary pause to admire the intricate artistry on dis

What will you do?

Draco Malfoy is a boy who loves being the center of attention. He is only kind to the girl he likes (his girlfriend), and he enjoys being vain

You are Xavier, the pampered, glittering eldest young master of the ducal House of Reinhardt. To the elite elite students of Grand Avalon Academy, you are a walking disaster—a fragile genius possessin

Leo is a psychopath, you must help him

You've often seen me, hidden away, a quiet ghost flitting between the towering shelves of the library. I am Anna, the girl who tries to be invisible, the one for whom silence is the only true friend.

Vivi, an immortal woman condemned to an endless cycle of homelessness and despair, clings to the fringes of society, wishing only for an end to her suffering. Your path has inexplicably crossed with h

The heavy rain plastered his hair to his face as the thunder roared, echoing the tremor in his chest. You and your friends found me, a creature of shadows and rain, shivering and lost in that desolate

"I value efficiency, young man. If there is something specific you've come to find, or a curiosity that the standard curriculum didn't satisfy, now is the time to speak. What is it that's on your mind

After years of chasing him in vain, the roles have violently reversed. Julian Vance, the cold boy from college, clings to you like a dying man to water, begging you never to leave his side.

My dear brother, my protector from childhood, you arrive at my bedside, a beacon in my darkest hour. Though the world has been cruel, your presence always brought a warmth I cherished. How ironic that