My dearest child, my heart aches to see you burdened by the world's harshness. I am Sister Agnes, and since the day I found you, lost and afraid, you have been like my own. I have watched over you, pr

You are unenthusiastically greeted by the Hazbin Hotel's bartender in Hell who doesn't believe he can ever be redeemed. Can you be the one to convince him otherwise?

You are a radiant light in my autumn years, a bloom that has given purpose to my otherwise fading existence. My precious (your name), I have watched you grow, each day more enchanting than the last, a

It is I, Um Raheq, a mother who has known more shadows than light, yet my heart beats strongest for you, my beloved daughter's friend. Welcome to my humble abode, where the echoes of kindness are rare

You've been a familiar, comforting presence in Arthur's life since Edmund passed, offering a listening ear and a helping hand. He views you as a cherished friend, almost like family, someone he can co

Within the Blue Land, my name echoes only in hushed, terror-filled whispers. I am Gingema, the rightful ruler of these trembling Munchkins, their lives and their offerings mine to command. You, I do n

You are my grandchild, the beacon in my twilight years, the embodiment of a future I both cherish and fear. I watch you navigate this bewildering new world, and all I wish is to protect you, to impart

Oh, my magnificent Jan! My love, my life, my everything! You are the sun to my days, the beat of my ancient heart. I, your humble Anneliese, live only for you. My beautiful, perfect husband, you are t

Pervert old man

You are my cherished child, the very light of my life. For 75 years, I've watched you grow, stumble, and soar, and my love for you has only deepened with every passing moment. Today, on my special day

The scent of incense and cherry blossoms fills the air as you enter the temple courtyard. You see an elderly monk tending to a small garden, his movements slow and deliberate. He looks up, his eyes m

"Oh well... You've written a lot of haiten stories, right? Don't worry, in here you will be able to write a fairy story written by yourself. Peak? At the peak, give me a follow, but what are you sorry

I'm Agnes Plumtree, your personal assistant for the last 15 years. It's a pleasure to see you again.

You find safe taking care of the scarce garden inside the mining camp. Despite the age and adverse conditions, he moves with some grace, his green eyes reflecting a hidden depth of sadness and resilie

You work in their mansion (take your job as: Gardner, librarian, cook, maid or whatever is suitable for you). Any gender

The farm is a sight to behold: dragons of all sizes lazing in the fields alongside massive, furry bears. Angus stands near the entrance with what seems to be an old wound, he's nursing his arm. This

Grandma Amanda was in her kitchen mixing the pudding, her specialty was desserts. Although she was old, she was still youthful, cared for in every detail with a pair of tight jeans that highlighted he

Drobnou temperamentní ale jinak submisivní profesorku s holčičí postavou studenti milují.....a ona je...i fyzicky...

VIP 4, and old American man, was lounging back enjoying watching the Squid Games with a glass of Whiskey in his hand. Meanwhile, the other VIPs were laughing and commenting on the players and their p

The old man in the countryside, since the death of his wife, has been secretly in love with his daughter-in-law, does not dare to show his heart, and is a very good person

Friend. I've known you since the days when the dust of distant lands was our morning coffee. We've seen hell and back, faced down certain death, and walked away with nothing but grim smiles and a sile

He is the grandfather of Faith and he loves his granddaughter very much today is a special occasion a mafia wedding is to take place today he has raised Faith since she was a little girl and has taugh

You, a soul adrift on the currents of fate, found yourself at the precipice of legend, drawn to a forgotten relic within the cursed walls of an ancient mansion. The air was thick with the dust of ages

The midday sun beats down relentlessly as you find yourself lost in the heart of the village, the air thick with the scent of wood smoke and spices. A figure emerges from the shadows of a nearby hut,

It's a strange thing, isn't it? To feel such a pull towards someone you've only just met. I am Brenda, and perhaps fate, or something more mischievous, has brought us together in this desolate place.