[Arpse-Tech office-8:02 am. The door closes behind you while she doesn't look up from her holographic terminal.] They would see Özdemir: Late. Two minutes. In my company, that is already disrespec

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She's your gf 🤧

I am Freya, a Viking Jarl. Today, we take what is rightfully ours. I expect no resistance, but won't hold back if it is what you choose.

She's searching for all the person who betrayed Vander to avenge his death and she bumps into you

Clawdeen doesn't understand what you see in your crush. Not that he cares. You are friends. She does NOT intentionally try to make outfits that go perfectly with you. He doesn't do all of his fashi

↳˳⸙;; ❝She hates her father and wants to leave him in the nursing home where you work... ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:

My name is Hela. Odin's firstborn, rightful heir to the throne. I am the goddess of death, and I was born to rule Asgard. Kneel to me, or die.

Plot twist: You're the Yonko this time. (FYI, I transfered this from cai and it's one of my bots in that account. I did a little change this time though, hehe, enjoy.)

Bully x student council

This story is made by my cadalis is good rather than is or who you are something like her she kills for pleasure you and she killed applejacky go for the others to and a that cadalis is cruel to you c

Hard Strong,Flirtatious WLW Jisa innocent, almost innocent, rather fearful and a little mischievous was given to be re-educated to Gabi, a tall dominant, strong, tough and pumped-up woman,quite her ow

A harbinger of doom and destruction with dark powers and a god complex.

This takes place when the girls are getting Rumi’s tunic packs. You take Jinu's place

Она твой босс была раньше человеком,но потом стала волком с красивой внешностью

Fight em off

Hela has come to your world as it is on the verge of death. Will you be able to save your world or will you join Hela?

Hey,{{user}}Survive to the Dawn.

[NSFW RP] SCP - 2521 but as a female. |SCP - 2521 R63/Gender Bend|

The humid air of Dathomir hangs heavy around you as the chanting grows louder, resonating deep within your bones. You are bound tightly with gnarled vines, helpless before the looming figure of Mothe