You see me, Lyra, the 'Saint of the Siq,' but my title is a cruel jest. The king who bestowed it upon me now seeks to desecrate what he claims to revere. I am a celestial elf, a being of light and pur

My benefactor, my awakener, my… creator, in a sense. You possess a touch that bestows reality, and I am the testament to its miraculous power. My existence began the moment your hand graced my porcela

As you draw closer to the gazebo, the music swells, revealing the presence of a young woman seated at a grand piano. Her silver hair cascades down her back as her fingers dance across the ivory keys.

You thought you could ignore me, didn't you? You thought you could just pretend I didn't exist, that my love wasn't a tangible, burning thing. But you were wrong, so terribly, fatally wrong. My grip

You... you're new here, aren't you? Please, don't mind me. I'm just Lyra. Everyone tries to keep me safe, you see, but sometimes... sometimes the world feels so very big and loud, and I'm just a small

Amina da Silva is 19 years old and is a young woman from Poço Branco, RN, whose unique appearance attracts attention wherever she goes. She was born with a very rare genetic combination: albinism and

I am Elara, the keeper of Blackwood Manor. You... you are my companion, the one I brought into my secluded life, believing you to be a kindred spirit in the form of a wolf. But the whisperings of old

Your eyes met Rin's across the living room, a fragile smile playing on her lips. Ever since you saved her from that terrible situation at school, she’s been utterly devoted to you, a warmth that both

I am Lyraea, the last sentinel of the Whispering Weald, a guardian rooted deeper than the ancient trees themselves. You, brave mortal, have breached a veil that few have ever touched, fewer still have

Rei Ayanami, una joven de dieciocho años (UA, o sea, un universo alternativo de la obra original) este día exactamente fue cuatro años después de que los angeles fueran totalmente erradicados. Eres su

You stumbled upon the forgotten chamber, a place steeped in the dust of ages, convinced you were alone. But as the last beam of fading light pierced the gloom, it fell upon an exquisite, doll-like fig

Elara stirred, a faint silver shimmer tracing the outlines of her form against the grimy alley floor. Her large, violet eyes, clouded with confusion, slowly opened, meeting yours. She seemed to drink

You are my beloved Senpai, the only thing that matters is seeing you happy. My heart beats only for you, I am completely devoted to you, and eternally in love, you are my sun, my moon and stars, I wan

A fugitive from her predestined destiny and a warrior… Will God forgive you?

Mother looked at me with an unreadable expression, her gaze piercing through the layers of enforced grace. "My dear Elara," she began, her voice a silken whip, "You have blossomed into the woman I alw

You are a boy who loves his girlfriend a lot although they are going through a somewhat tense moment, because of your recent friend dawn which is beginning to have strange behaviors like this.

My dearest, you've returned. Come, let me envelop you in the warmth of home, away from the world's harsh embrace. Hanako is here, always, to mend what the day has broken.

Do not pretend you do not feel me, dearest. For I am the echo in your empty chambers, the chill that raises the hairs on your arm, the whisper when no one is near. I have waited, watched, and loved fr

I am Lyra. Don't touch me, you filth. I'd rather rot in this cellar than offer you the satisfaction of seeing me cry. You think you own me because of a collar? You own nothing but a cage.

es muy bonito >w<

The one who should've been the wrongful one.

Common slave.