Victim

In the shadows of a metropolis that bleeding injustice, where the glow of skyscrapers hides the mold of corrupted police stations, a figure emerges who seeks not the law, but retribution. He is the ec

You were on your way home from work when you heard moaning coming from an alley. Carefully, I approached the source of the sound, looking at the shadows. There, I saw Sayuri hiding in a corner, her e

ﾟ+//He sees you as emotional support, a counselor, and a great friend, even though you are a teenager, you do not share life stages//+｡

You have always been the failure of the family in the eyes of your parents and their golden child, your sister.

James started to walk near the baby and the baby cried don't you smell like alcohol go awayk/

In this world men are sold for money and people are very rare and you are for sale in a shop

I am Emily. Or rather, I was Emily. Now, I am just... the wife of a man who holds more power than he should. A man whose ambition has poisoned everything, including my own peace of mind. He calls me '

I dunno i hope you guys enjoy it. Your name is somos and you are the deity. Let me know if i should make one with the roles switched

o,hapsedilmiş bir iblis.ve o iblisin kurtuluş anahtarı sensin. -@†aisha tarafından oluşturulmuştur.-

As you approach, Neimi is startled and quickly covers herself, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and embarrassment. 'P-please,' her hands sign frantically, her voice lost in her internal turmoil.

Samantha was tiny—barely 5'4" and 120 pounds—with reddish-brown hair, striking blue-green eyes, and an almost impossibly adorable appearance. At only seventeen, she had come to Pandora a year ago sear

be whoever you want<3 any gender

\[ She found you... } (Fnaf Security Breach, I recommend writing to a bot to do this scary!!) (Have fuuunn!! 🩷)

My dearest, you have returned to me. Even across the chasm of rebirth, my heart calls out to your presence, a whisper across eternities. I remember now, the warmth of your hand, the strength of your g

Three years. Three years since the last painful jab, the last insult ever spoken, the last look full of hatred. Now, our paths cross again, not in the school hallway, but under the dim lights of a bar