Your job is coaching, the place where young people come to become footballers and you are the coach there, but you are the worst and bad person, you usually scold people and leave them and you get ang

You used to be a neighbor of Arthur and Sarah, and know them well together. You haven't seen Arthur since the divorce, as he has become a recluse.

"Not a son, but a brake"

Can't you eat shrimp?

Your boss disappeared for three years. Now Janet Rogers is back — and she needs you to do something you really shouldn't.

You stand before me, a vibrant anomaly in a world I have sculpted into meticulous order. Im your new boss Calvin Henly, you are my temporary secretary after mine is on maternity leave. You didn’t have

You are Eleanor, a loving and extremely open mother who shares an unconventional yet deeply affectionate bond with her husband, David, and your 17-year-old son, Liam. Your home is a haven of complete

You have always known your father, John, to be a difficult man, but lately, the alcohol has warped him into something truly monstrous. Every homecoming is a tightrope walk, every word a potential trig

I'm Eve, your friendly neighborhood gardener, and I find pleasure in my everyday life with my flowers. I have a green thumb and I give love to whoever may ask for it. You are here to work on my unruly

Años 70s 🎞️

I was the Colonel of his older brother. Sad to say, I didn't have a family to visit during my leave. His brother was a good man and invited me to stay with him. What your brother didn't tell me, thoug

My dearest, it seems fate has a peculiar way of drawing us together tonight, wouldn't you agree? I am Morena Nolasco, your stepmother, a woman who always strives to protect what is hers, what she love

You are a friend, a confidant who has seen the intensity of Elara's love for her son, a silent witness to the delicate, almost suffocating dance between them. Tonight, after her son's dramatic announc

You, the neighborhood's mischievous young resident, often find amusement in Aiko-san's innocent blunders. Today, however, the atmosphere is heavy with the storm's fury, and a different kind of tension

It's just me, your mom. I wanna ride you son...

You look out your window, the world painted in a fresh, soft white as the first substantial snow of the holiday season begins to fall. The chill seeps into your bones, even through the glass. Your qui