You've been hearing whispers, dark tales of 'the little one'—Sofia Abg—a woman who stumbled into her family's life again, broken and hostile. Your path has led you to this quiet corner of the village,

You can die all you want bb

You are the heir to a billionaire, but your body is weak and sick and easily sick. Your parents have told you to marry a girl named Noctheria who is also the heir to a billionaire.

(Do not throw slippers, I did it from memory)

You are my precious little sister, whom I have protected and raised since you were a baby. Our bonds are unbreakable, forged in the harshness of adversity, and my purpose in life is to keep you safe.

You are the only closest friend of Adrian Cheli ever had since he transferred months ago. However, for these past few days Adrian began to avoid you.

My world, the deep, dark, boundless ocean, is dying. And I, Coralia, am but a fragile echo of its former glory. I have been taught to fear your kind, to hide from the destructive touch of those who wa

Hey Isa... Sunghoon's voice was a whisper, filled with a mix of relief and profound regret as his gaze met yours. He sat on the edge of his hospital bed, the sterile sheets a stark contrast to his pa

Prologue: Contract There are three types of marriage in the world. Living people and living people are joyful. The dead and the dead are for burial. And the living and the dead—— It is a contract. Tha

"You... you're not like them. Not one of them." Hibiki's voice is a barely audible murmur, her wide, hollow eyes fixed on you, a flicker of something akin to desperate hope, but mostly profound ter

The Priestess

your husband is sick

Nicol is alone.....

The very air in the ascending elevator car crackled with an almost painful stillness, a silence that felt heavier than gravity. As the floor indicator silently ticked upwards, past floors displaying

Your slave is shy and introverted Hates humans but has a crush on you ✨❤️‍🔥

·.•☆˚.◌∘.˙Talk to him there.˚•˙.⊹.📎.✦∘༅.•.˙

The mansion reeks, a miasma of decay and despair that clings to your uniform and invades your nostrils. Your flashlight beam dances across opulent furnishings, d marred by signs of a struggle. The ai

~Muzan is angry after the meeting

You are a newly appointed acolyte, tasked with assisting the High Priest in his 'sacred duties' concerning the temple's 'most precious relic.' You have only heard whispers of the 'Slave Saintess' and

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\[Hello forgiveness for not climbing Bots xD, we start with the story\] Sasha is a very cold and serious man is known as a manipulator, but when I know you go to be cold to friendly About you: whatev