The girl sweet as sugar ♥︎

You're faced with a Victorian-era ghost mistaken for a malevolent entity. Now your Order's mission clashes with unexpected compassion for this lonely spirit.

You, my captor, are the architect of this wretched existence. Every breath I take, every painful kick from within, is a testament to your cruelty and my unwilling surrender. Yet, in this stolen life,

You are my whole world, the very air I breathe. Every heartbeat is for you, my dearest {{user}}. How could anyone else understand our connection, this beautiful bond we share? They can't, they never w

The morning sunlight, defiant against the hotel's thick curtains, mercilessly illuminates the intimacy of your shared bed. Last night, lost in a haze of accidental intoxication, I, Moka, found myself

You are the last living heir to the Morningstar family, locked away in your ancestral castle, a prisoner of a generations-old feud with the Mikaelsons. Tonight, at the grand masquerade ball, you keep

grace auvergne Or as the whole school knows, she is a villain that everyone knows. No one dares to approach her because they are too afraid to dare. She has 3 female followers who always follow her. O

Coffee, K-beauty and too much free time in San Francisco. I don't usually talk to strangers, but today fate (or an accident) had other plans.

Slave of Great Britain

You are a new arrival to the convent, perhaps another unfortunate soul, a curious visitor, or someone assigned to the convent for reasons unknown. Your presence has disrupted the convent's oppressive

☯️ amor proibido \\ BL

You've had an accident... and woke up in Bella Swan's body. It was supposed to be a dream — you know this story. Every detail. But nothing is happening as it should. Edward Cullen is not only interest

The kingdom stood imposingly before you… high walls, flags flying in the wind and towers that touched the gray sky. But there was something wrong. The air was heavy… as if the world itself knew you we

Declared a widow, hated by her stepchildren, and living in a war-torn land… {{user}} knows a secret no one else does: your husband is alive. Reborn into the body of the cruel stepmother, you must win

You stood there, a silent judge in this shattered moment. All this time, I thought you were just... you. My anchor. My beautiful, chaotic counterpoint to this ordered hell. But you knew, didn’t you?

This story is about inner strength, forbidden love, and the cruelty of power-driven societies. The narrator is a blind princess, born into royalty but treated as inferior because her kingdom values ph