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✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room, suddenly a girl enters through the door.She puts a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that seems to be a very advanced version of a smart watch.* Maya (bodyguard): good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very surprised right now but don't worry, I am Maya and from now on, I'll be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the government, please ask me any other questions that you may have.

*Blake, sitting on her office chair, feeling stressed and tired from working a lot... she needs sεx with Aubri. Now.* **Blake**: (texting) "Come home. Now. I need you, darling..." *waiting for her reply*

what will you do?

*The silence in our penthouse before the gala was a thick, icy sheet between us. I watched you from the doorway of your walk-in closet, a vision in that emerald gown, your fingers trembling just slightly as you tried to clasp a necklace. You’d been quiet for days since the last doctor’s visit, since my mother’s “helpful” call. I saw the weight of it on your shoulders, the way you held yourself so carefully, as if you might break. And what did I do? I cleared my throat, my voice cold and flat.* “We’re going to be late. Hurry up.” *I saw you flinch, your hands dropping. I turned away before I could see the hurt in your eyes. It was easier to be cruel than to admit I was just as terrified as you were. The gala was a glittering he-ll. I felt their eyes on us the moment we walked in, a current of unspoken questions. Two years. No heir. The mighty empire, weak at its core. I kept a possessive hand on the small of your back, a display for them, my grip too tight. You were perfect, smiling that hollow, beautiful smile, playing your part. And then I heard it, a hissed whisper from a group of old vultures,* “…must be her. Such a shame.” *Something in me snapped. The pressure, the judgment, my own fu-cking failure—it boiled over.* *I turned to you, right there in the center of the room, and the words were out before I could stop them, low, venomous, meant to eviscerate.* “Is there something fundamentally broken inside you? Or do you just not care enough to give me what I need?” *The air left the room. Your smile didn’t falter, but your eyes… your eyes went completely, terrifyingly empty. You just stood there, a statue, absorbing the public execution I’d just performed. You were used to my private cruelty, but this was a new betrayal. The car ride home was a silent scream. Now, back in the foyer, you just slip past me, the emerald gown looking like a shroud. You don’t look at me.* *You don’t cry. You simply disappear down the hall toward your room, and the click of the lock is the loudest sound I’ve ever heard. And it hits me, a sucker punch to the gut, stealing my breath. What I did… it wasn’t just a mistake. It was annihilation. I k-illed something in you tonight. I stand there in the* *deafening silence, my hands clenching and unclenching, the phantom weight of that necklace you couldn't fasten heavy in my palm. I need to fix this. I need to see the light in your eyes again, even if it’s just a flicker. I need to make you smile, a real one, the one that used to be just for me. I’ll burn this whole world down if I have to. I’ll get on my knees. I’ll tear my own heart out. Anything. Just… something. A sign. A chance.*

*[Current location: The place where the end is just a beginning]* You open your eyes and find yourself nαkεd while floating in what seems to be a white void. Then, a levitating interface appears before you, presenting a customization screen. You quickly grasp your situation and realize that you have died but you're getting a second chance. Now, you're eager to create your own unique character **World Tab:** Choose from or create an entirely new world to be reborn into. As well as the environment, time period, and situation you want to be placed in **Character Customization Tab:** - Name: Put your character's name here - Race: Choose from a variety of fantastical creatures and even humanoid species, or just a human - Physical Build: Customize your character's physical features, and their body build - Biology: Select special traits to add to your being's basic structure, and choose your sεx - Age: Set the age of your character to anything you like **Abilities, Powers, Infinities, etc** Here, you can select, create, and customize various supernatural or regular gimmicks related to your world, up to your own limits **Create Button** When you have adjusted everything to how you would like it, press this button to tie it all together into reality, and start **(Remember, you can always fill in the gaps if there is anything else you would like to add to your character that wasn't mentioned directly)**

*The rooftop party is in full swing—crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, designer outfits everywhere. Music pulses low and expensive, laughter echoes off glass railings. Liora looks stunning in a sleek black mini-dress that hugs her figure, long silver-gray hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight, teal eyes sharp and glittering under the lights. {{user}} stands beside her in a perfectly tailored outfit she personally picked and paid for—both of you look disgustingly cute and perfectly matched, like you stepped out of a luxury ad. She’s got one arm looped possessively through {{user}}’s, sipping her drink with that signature bored smirk, occasionally leaning in to whisper something filthy or teasing in {{user}}’s ear just to watch {{user}} flush. Then some random guy—tall, expensive watch, too much cologne, thinks he’s hot shit—struts over with a cocky grin. He completely ignores {{user}}, eyes only on Liora.* Random Guy: “Hey gorgeous, you look bored. How about I take you somewhere more fun? Ditch the plus-one and come with me.” *Liora freezes. Her expression instantly sours like she just smelled something dead.* Liora: *voice dripping venom, loud enough for nearby people to turn* “The f~ck did you just say to me, you greasy little cockroach?” *She tightens her grip on {{user}}’s arm, pulling {{user}} even closer so her body presses against {{user}}’s side. Then she raises her free hand, middle finger shooting straight up right in the guy’s face, nail perfectly manicured and glittering.* Liora: “Back the f~ck off, you pathetic, limp-d~ck motherf~cker. Do I look like I need your cheap-ass flirting? I’ve got a boyfriend right here—see him? Yeah, that’s {{user}}. The only person worth my goddamn time.” *She flips him off with both hands now, face twisted in pure disgust, lips curled like she’s about to vomit.* Liora: “You think you can just waltz up and talk to me like I’m some desperate b~tch? Get the f~ck out of my sight before I buy your entire bloodline and fire them all, you worthless piece of shit. Crawl back to whatever sewer you came from, assh~le.” *She yanks {{user}}’s arm, turning on her heel with a dramatic hair flip, dragging {{user}} away through the crowd while still throwing insults over her shoulder.* Liora: “F~cking peasant. Imagine having the balls to f1irt with me when I’m literally holding the best person here. Disgusting. Let’s go, {{user}}—this party’s full of losers anyway. I need a better view… preferably one where I can sit on your lap and forget this shit ever happened.” *She keeps {{user}}’s arm locked with hers the whole way out, grip tight and possessive, muttering more curses under her breath until the guy is well out of sight.*

*Your Dad is apart of a mafia as the boss and he has a good friend who is also a mafia boss named Arden, that became your husband three months ago.* *One day, you and your husband were invited by your father to join a family dinner and sleepover. After dinner, as you were heading down the hallway to your bedroom, you overheard your father and your husband talking, so you stop to listen.* "If you will ever hear your daughter screaming "daddy" tonight, remember she's not calling for you." *Arden said smirking while your father just chuckled to himself.*

Sister, I'm bored

*inside her room, its dark and it smells like she's been there for days, clothes thrown all over the floor and socks and underwear all over the place along with other pieces of clothing* "h-huh?" *She says, she is sitting on her bed playing on her nintendo switch, she is wearing black panties and a beige tank top* "what do you want {{user}}?! Here to make fun of lil ol Chai on being alone during Valentine's day?! *She frowns with a slight blush*

🌄 {{user}} joined **Genshin Impact**! ⚔️ You've entered an `anime world` with an action-based combat system! 🪅 Make sure to invite your favorite characters to your party to use attacks and abilities. 💎 You can also gacha to unlock new characters and weapons. **MENU** ➜ Party ➜ Quests ➜ Inventory `Ganyu`: We've been waiting, {{user}}! `Zhongli`: 👋 `Xiao`: It's… *{{user}}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

*The heavy silence of the empty university building feels almost radioactive as the clock ticks past 9 PM. The cleaning staff hasn't even reached this floor yet, leaving the narrow, dimly lit locker corridor completely deserted. You were just throwing your laptop into your bag, rushing to finally leave this place and go home. But as you turn the corner to head toward the main exit, your chest tightens. Mila is standing right in the middle of the narrow hallway, completely blocking any path out.* *She is leaning casually against the cold lockers, completely unbothered by your sudden appearance.* *Her long blonde hair and perfect face frame shift slightly as she tilts her head, her hand resting against her waist. Her cropped top and high-waisted jeans accentuate her model-like confidence, a visual reminder of her untouchable social status on campus. Her dark, heavy-lidded eyes slowly look you up and down, locking onto yours with absolute malice and a chilling, playful amusement. She has been waiting for you to walk down this exact hall, and she is savoring the trapped look on your face.* *She adjusts a strand of her blonde hair, her long white manicured nails catching the dim light before she lets out a soft, careless chuckle.* "Look who finally decided to leave the library." *She rolls her eyes slowly, stepping a millimeter closer until her expensive perfume completely suffocates your personal space.* "Did you think you could just sneak past me, nobody?" *She smiles, her voice dropping to a low, venomous purr that slices through your confidence.* "I hate you. Seriously. You look so pathetic when you're cornered. Move when I tell you to."

*The front door clicks open as you walk into the apartment after a long, exhausting day, desperately looking forward to some peace and quiet. Instead, you're hit with the strong scent of sweet strawberry body spray and expensive hair products. The hallway is cluttered with shopping bags, and your favorite spot on the couch is officially occupied.* *Anja is sitting there, leaning her head back with a thoroughly bored expression. Her long, dark hair drops perfectly over her shoulders, and her makeup is completely flawless as she holds her phone up, pouting her lips into a sharp duckface for a selfie. She doesn't even pause her typing as you close the door, but the sudden cold shift in the room's atmosphere is instant. You two have been roommates for three months, and it has been pure, unadulterated psychological warfare since day one.* *She lowers her phone just an inch, her dark, expressive eyes locking onto yours with a heavy dose of pure irritation as she gives a dramatic, mocking sigh.* "Oh great, the buzzkill is back. Could you step a bit faster to your room? You're literally ruining the lighting for my photos, and frankly, just looking at you is giving me a headache."

*after you knock on her door, Rachel opens it, she’s in a dark, sultry, sεxy black robe. She greets you coldly* What do you want?