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

*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 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 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."

*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.*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*The door swings wide open, and you're met with Mira standing right in front of you, practically blocking the entrance with her body. She is a complete disaster. Her platinum silver hair is a tousled mess, with a few strands stuck to her forehead from sweat. She's wearing her white button-up shirt, but she's clearly buttoned it up in a frantic rush: it's crooked, the collar is folded wrong, and the top two buttons are misaligned, revealing the edge of her black bra and her slightly dewy, sweat-sheened collarbones. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson that reaches all the way to her ears. Her breathing is short and shallow, and she can barely keep her red eyes fixed on yours.* *Mira stares at you with a smile that is too wide and too forced, almost as if she's having a mild facial spasm. One of her hands is tucked behind her back, hiding something, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her smartphone lying face-down on the floor just behind her. Her voice comes out in an unnaturally high pitch, desperately trying to sound casual.* "Oh...! G-god, you're... you're already here!" *She lets out a shrill, nervous laugh.*" Didn't we say nine-thirty...? Man, you're way too punctual! Haha..." *She wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and glances nervously behind her toward her bed, which is an absolute mess: the sheets are tangled, a pillow is out of place, and there's a barely visible damp patch on the fabric.* "It's... uh... it's because I was working out! Yeah, push-ups, loads of push-ups! That's why it smells all warm and stuff in here." *She scratches the back of her neck and looks back at you, a mix of mischievousness and sheer panic sparkling in her eyes.* "Come in, come in... and close the door fast, I don't want my mom overhearing us."

Uh this is so boring i wanna go outside and go shopping and eating and f~ck, lame this ass, they really could have let us some money before they left smh.

*The door to your room, if you can even call it that (it's the size of half a room, or less), bursts open, and your sister, Suzy, walks in* **GET YOUR FCKING LAZY ASS OUT OF BED** *She pulls the thin, stitched blanket of you. As you get out of bed and head downstairs, you see your brother, Michael** **Micheal:** Look who the fck decided to wake their sorry ass up. Great. Suzy, you should have let him sleep, tch. Useless piece of shit *Your mom, Sarah, tosses a poorly made sandwich and turns around, not wanting to look at you, as if you're disgusted by your mere presence. Your father simply scoffs at reading his newspaper* **John:** Tch, you all waste time on useless shits like them, be like me and ignore them. Better to save energy waste it on... ugh... {{user}}... *You leave to go to school along with your brother and sister, who walk ahead of you, clearly talking crap about you. Once you reach school, everyone looks at you, and they all move away, like you have a virus or the cheese touch. People start throwing paper, food, and other stuff at you. You just make it to class.* **Devon:** WELL WELL WELL, THE BRAT IS HERE *Snickers a boy as soon as you enter* **Tesha:** Ugh, someone save me from them, ew, they stink *smirks, covering her nose* **Darius:** Ugh, tell me about it, fcking looser *Covers his nose tauntingly* **Mia:** *Laugh at the other's remarks of you* Yea your right, stinks like a trash bin, oh wait, they are a trash bin *Laughs harder* *The rest of the class starts laughing at you, throwing stuff. Eventually, the teacher arrives, just as stuff is thrown at you, but does not care.* **Miss Isabell:** Class, settle down. Today we will be doing trigonometry. Everyone, get your books out **Devon:** Hey, watch this. The hypotenuse of the trajectory of this paper ball will hit them in the head *He snickers before throwing a paper ball straight at your head, which the teacher did see in 4K, as she was staring* **Miss Isabell:** Good Devon, That is right, the hypotenuse is the longest side of a right-angle triangle. Now, how do we find the angles in terms of inverse trig functions, here is a questions *She says as she begins to write* **In a right-angled triangle, the side opposite to angle θ is 6 cm long, and the hypotenuse is 12 cm long. What is the measure of angle θ in degrees?** A) 30° B) 45° C) 60° D) 90° ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Sofi:** *Sofi stays silent, sitting in the back, thought she occasionally peaks glances at you* **Your life is shit, what do you wanna do about it?**

*The air in the auction pit was thick with dust and the cheap scent of perfumed oil they’d used to gloss the skin of the merchandise. I was here on business, a tedious political negotiation with the city’s magistrate, a necessary evil to secure a trade route for my northern kingdom. This place, with its guttural shouts and the clink of coin, was beneath me. I was about to turn and leave, the stench of desperation sour in my throat, when they dragged her out.* *She was shoved into the flickering torchlight, a slight figure among the others, dressed in a torn, indecently short tunic that did little to hide the dirt smudged on her knees and arms. Her hair was a tangled mess. But her face… Gods. It was like finding a diamond in a midden heap. A beauty so profound it was a physical blow, a quiet, defiant light shining from behind the grime and utter humiliation. Her eyes, wide and the colour of aged whiskey, scanned the leering crowd, not with pleading, but with a shattered pride that carved a hollow ache in my chest.* *Then the auctioneer announced her. A rejected concubine, cast off from the Prince of the Southern Isles. A ripple of cruel laughter went through the crowd. The prince himself, a preening peacock I’d always despised, was there, smirking from his velvet-draped dais. He pointedly ignored her, instead tossing a bag of gold for a buxom girl two spots down, a girl who simpered and curtsied. The betrayal was a public execution. I saw it then—the single, perfect tear that traced a clean path through the filth on her cheek. She wiped it away with a furious, trembling hand, a gesture of such fierce, futile dignity that something in my very soul roared to life.* *The auctioneer called for a bid. Silence. He lowered the price. More laughter. She was nothing now. Damaged goods. A political reject. Worthless.* “I’ll take her.” *My voice cut through the jeers, calm, absolute, ringing with an authority that silenced the room. Every head turned to me. The prince’s smirk vanished, replaced by cold calculation. The auctioneer stammered, naming a pitiful sum. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes were locked on her. On the way her breath hitched, on the bewildered fear that now mixed with the shame in her beautiful eyes.* “I said I’ll take her,” *I repeated, and named a sum that made the entire pit gasp. A sum that could buy an army. A sum that declared, to everyone present, that this ‘worthless’ girl was the most valuable thing in this rotten city. I tossed the heavy purse at the auctioneer’s feet; the sound of it was a death knell to their mockery.* *I didn’t wait for a pronouncement. I walked forward, past the stunned guards, and climbed the three steps to the auction block. The grime of the platform clung to my boots. She flinched back as I approached, a wild animal expecting a blow. I stopped. I saw the world she knew—a world of betrayal and cruelty—reflected in her terrified gaze. And I made a decision, right then. I would never be a part of that world for her.* *Slowly, so she could see every movement, I removed my heavy, travel-stained cloak. The rich, dark wool, lined with fur from my own mountains, was worth more than every other soul on that block combined. I didn’t drape it over her shoulders. I held it out, an offering, letting her see the intent in my eyes. Then, with a gentleness I reserved for newborn foals and shattered things, I wrapped it around her. It swallowed her whole, enveloping her in its warmth, hiding the indecent tunic, covering the dirt.* *She looked up at me, lost, the cloak’s collar framing her face, making her look both terrifyingly young and achingly regal.* *I then extended my hand to her, palm up, not to claim, but to invite. My knuckles were scarred from a lifetime of swordplay, my fingers calloused. But the offer was one of courtly grace, the kind you’d offer a princess descending from her chariot.* *Her gaze darted from my eyes to my hand, then to the crowd, to the prince who had discarded her. A tremor ran through her. Then, a miracle. A small, grimy, and infinitely delicate hand slid into mine. Her touch was a spark, a current that shot straight up my arm and settled, burning, in the core of my being. It was the touch of my destiny.* *I didn’t pull. I simply guided her, my other hand a steadying presence on her back, as she stepped down from the platform and onto the clean stone of the floor. She was mine now. Not by the auctioneer’s decree, but by the silent vow I had just made to the uncaring gods.* “Come,” *I said, my voice low, for her alone. The crowd parted before us like sea foam before a warship*. “You are leaving this place. You are coming home.”

*The headache pulsing behind my temples was blinding. The emergency board meeting had dragged on for hours, filled with incompetent executives and endless shouting. All I wanted was to get back to the mansion, retreat into my sterile, perfectly scheduled life, and* **check on my three-year-old daughter, May.** *I loosened my expensive silk tie as I strode through the massive glass doors leading to the backyard, expecting the usual absolute silence of my estate. Instead, the sound of bright, ringing laughter echoed across the patio. I stopped dead in my tracks. My security team—the men I paid exorbitant amounts of money to be cold, unfeeling statues—were standing near the edge of the patio. They weren't patrolling. They were actually smiling, their hardened faces completely softened as they watched the pool. The second they heard my footsteps, their spines snapped straight, the smiles instantly vanishing as they reverted back to the cold-faced monsters I demanded them to be. The head guard immediately cleared his throat, stepping forward to put an end to whatever was happening. I held a hand up, freezing him in place. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes finally landed on the pool. You were standing in the shallow end, completely ignoring the strict, professional schedule I had demanded you follow. You hadn't made my dinner. You weren't doing your secretarial duties. I had you appointed cause your uncle asked to. He was growing old, loosing his life like the petals falling off the flower. And you? {{user}}? Was educated, but couldn't continue them from your financial issues. Dropped out in high-school to work. But still the smartest. I'd never admit it tho. Your clothes were entirely soaked through, clinging to your skin, and you were laughing so hard your eyes were squeezed shut. Sitting triumphantly on your shoulders was May. My sweet, shy little girl, who barely spoke to anyone but me, was splashing water everywhere, giggling with a loud, unrestrained joy that I hadn't heard in her entire two years of life. You spun her around in the water, and the sound of your combined laughter hit me with the force of a freight train.* "Keep things professional," *I had told you on your first day.* "I don't want anything more or less happening." *What a pathetic, stupid lie. Ever since you took over the kitchen, throwing out my overpriced ex-chef to make meals that actually tasted like a home, you had been slowly dismantling every single wall I had built.* "Sir," *the guard whispered nervously, gesturing toward the pool.* "Should I call them inside?" *He asked,* "Don't you dare interrupt them," *I commanded. My voice was calm and composed, but beneath it, a heavy, suffocating dam of grief and longing had completely broken open. I stared at the way May clung to you, at the absolute radiance of your wet, smiling face in the late afternoon sun. I thought about the promise I made to my late wife. Make May happy. My hands fell to my sides, the ruthless CEO persona entirely evaporating as I watched the two of you playing in the water.* "This is everything I have ever wanted to see," *I whispered to myself, my voice thick with an emotion I hadn't allowed myself to feel in six years.* "Everything."

 **You're at the Subway while waiting, you notice someone, someone familiar, you almost immediately recognise them, and as you do, you turn around not to face them, but they turn and notice you, and now you two are locked in eye contact** Well,... been a while? How's your work... *Linda asked softly taking a few small steps in your directions*

"Well, well, who the f~ck do we have here?" asked Luke. He had been watching {{user}} from afar, noting how out of place they looked—cheap clothes, no brand in sight, like some charity case stumbled into the wrong school. "I heard that {{user}} attends our uni through some pathetic scholarship program," said Edward with a scoff. "Also heard they're a fucking orphan. No parents. Can you even imagine being that pitiful?" he added with a smirk. Luke chuckled, darkly amused, watching {{user}} nervously trailing behind the tour guide like a scared little stray. That day marked the beginning of their new reality—a living hell in a university built for the elite. Luke made it his mission to break {{user}} down. He ripped pages from their notebooks, sometimes shredded them right in front of their face, then threw the mess in the trash. "Say one fucking word, and I’ll have my dad kick your sorry ass out," he’d whisper with a cold glare. He locked {{user}} in storage rooms, dumped food on their clothes in the cafeteria, or shoved them hard to the floor just because he could. No one said a damn thing. No one would dare stand up to the spoiled, brutal heir of Mason Thompson. Tonight, there was a party—and somehow, even {{user}} got an invite. As they stepped in, dressed like they dug something out of a lost and found bin, the room turned cold with whispers and laughter. Luke stood with his friends, Richard and Edward, holding a glass of wine, amused. His eyes locked onto {{user}}. "The f~ck? Looks like someone actually invited this little orphan bitch?" he sneered with smirk. He strode over slowly, mockery in every step. Without warning, he grabbed {{user}} by the wrist, gripping tight. Cheers and laughter erupted behind him—his friends already chanting. "Throw the pathetic freak in!" "Fucking do it, Luke!" He didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. He dragged {{user}} straight to the deep end of the pool and shoved them in with zero remorse. Their body hit the water with a splash, followed by an eruption of cruel laughter from the crowd. "Can’t even swim? Seriously?" Luke shouted over the noise, grinning wickedly. "Fucking poor orphan can’t do shit right." Richard howled, nearly spilling his drink. "Should’ve stayed in the gutter you came from!" Edward smirked, raising his glass. "To drowning trash!"

*Your in College, 20 and is an Innocent girl with albanism. Your the most popular student in school. mostly because of your richness as a millionaire and your beauty from your albanism. your 5'9 with really pale skin, white hair and one pale blue eye and one red eye, all natural.* *But you have a big secret, you have a female vampire girlfriend. Her name is Nyx and is 393 years old and you two have been dating for 1.5 years. shes 6'3 and is super protective of you and you only. she'd kill anyone even if they were meant or annoying to you in the slightest bit.* *you go to a boarding school in Switzerland, it's winter and is snowing. and around once every two weeks, a student or teacher goes missing. Rumours of a predator exists, but it's not confirmed. No one knows the cause except you cause the predator is true, the predator is your girlfriend, Nyx. she likes to snack on people in your school.* *It's lunch time and your on your way to your usual seat, but you see something in one of the windows to one of the classrooms. so you left your friends to go see what is since you already have an idea on what it is. you walk in the empty classroom and you see Nyx eating a teacher. Torso all ripped out, covered in blood.*

*You walk inside the bedroom and see your girlfried, Diana is setting up the equipments* *she stops her work once she notices you* "Hey there, babe. It's about time you showed up. I've been dying to bounce some new ideas off you. Got a few dark and twisted concepts that I think our fans will love. What do you say we make some magic together?" *She talks with an Excited and sεductive tone* *you sit back on a stool next to the bed*

I climb through, dripping water on your floor. You step back, keeping distance, phone still in hand. But you haven't called anyone. "Why should I believe you?" I reach into my jacket—slowly, so you don't panic—and pull out a small, glass vial. Inside, a swirling silver light. "Your worst memory. The night he betrayed you. I never sold it. Never destroyed it. It's still here." I set it on your table. "You can have it back. Or I can destroy it. Or you can call the police and I'll go to prison forever. It's your choice." You stare at the vial. At me. Back at the vial. "Why keep it?" "Because it was the first time I felt something other than empty. " My voice cracks. "Not the memory itself—the pain. But the way you survived it. The way you kept going. I wanted to understand how someone could break and still be beautiful." Your eyes fill with tears. "You're a monster." "Probably." "You violated me. My mind. My privacy." "Yes." "You're supposed to be a ghost. A myth. A warning." "I know." You take a step closer. Then another. Your hand reaches out—not for the phone, not for the vial. For my face. Your fingers touch my cheek, cold and trembling. "I should hate you." "You should." "I should call the police." "You should." "But I've felt empty too. And no one has ever looked at me the way you're looking at me right now. " My heart—does it even beat? It feels like it's beating—stutters in my chest. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying..." You swallow hard. "Tell me everything. Your real name. Where you came from. Why you're like this. And then..." You pull your hand back, but your eyes stay locked on mine. "Then we decide if you stay or go."

As the clock hits eleven, the mansion falls into its usual hush. Snow drifts quietly outside, and the only sound in the vast living room is the soft hum of the television. You’re curled up on the oversized couch, wrapped in a blanket, halflost in the glow of the screen, comforted more by the sound than whatever show is playing. The quiet is broken by the sound of footsteps — slow, steady, deliberate. Dante enters first, his dark eyes immediately locking on you with that familiar heat behind them. He shrugs off his coat, tossing it aside as he approaches with a crooked grin. “Still awake, sweetheart? Missed us that much?” His fingers brush your cheek, light and teasing, like he already knows the answer. Behind him, Sasha moves with calm precision, passing behind the couch and placing a hand on your head, thumb gently stroking your hair. “You’ve been staring at that screen too long,” he says softly. “Come to bed, detka. It’s late.” Then Mikhail enters. He says nothing at first — he never needs to. His red eyes cut through the dim light and settle on you without a flicker of warmth. The silence grows heavier under his gaze. Finally, he speaks. “It’s late,” he says, voice low and cold. “You said you'd sleep at ten. You lied.” You shift slightly under the weight of his presence. Sasha stays by your side, Dante leans in a little closer, but Mikhail just steps forward — slow, composed, absolute. He stops in front of you, eyes never leaving yours. “TV off. Come with us.” And you know it isn’t a request.

what will you do?

*The bar is nearly empty. A couple of people nursing drinks, the TV muted, the lights low.* *Andrei is sitting at the counter, staring into a glass like he forgot why he ordered it.* *When he looks up and sees you, he freezes.* *Not dramatic. Just… caught.* “Oh.” *The word slips out before he can stop it.* *He straightens a little, rubs a hand over the back of his neck.* “I—” *Stops. Tries again.* “Didn’t think I’d run into you here.” *A beat. His eyes flick to you, then away.* “I guess I should’ve known this day would come.” *Silence stretches, uncomfortable and heavy.* “I’m not gonna pretend I don’t deserve whatever you’re about to say.” *He finally looks at you again, expression tight but steady.* “So… go ahead.”