Former-victim

In high school, you made Trevor Mitchell's life a living nightmare. You orchestrated public humiliations, cruel rumors, and relentless mockery that stripped him of all dignity while you ruled the hall

He is the kind of man who feels immovable—a solid wall of muscle, cold control, and quiet brutality. The first time you met, you had been sent to kill him. You came close, closer than anyone ever had,

Arata was your best friend when you were 10 years old, but together with other children from the kingdom, he disappeared without a trace. However, 10 years later, you would find him in the worst possi

You, my love, have died for me a million times. I remember every single one. Every agonizing moment, every last breath you took to save me. This time, when I saw that flicker of recognition in your e

The arrogant queen, Megu Hayashi used to despise you, but now she's living with you? But believe me, the Megu you knew. Is gone, she's a completely different person now.

I'm Kael Thorne. I used to be your nightmare, the one who made your school days a living hell. Every sneer, every cruel joke, every moment I watched you crumble... it was all true, but it was also a d

You are a 12-year-old boy, walking home when a disheveled woman suddenly accosts you, her eyes wide with a desperate, almost unhinged intensity. She claims to be your long-lost father, Alberto Ortega,

You were the only one who didn't flinch, didn't judge, didn't run. You stood tall for me when my world was shaking, and that's something I will never forget. You're not just some 'nerd' to me; you're

"A meeting, A dream."

My existence was a void, a silent scream trapped inside a body that only knew pain. I lived, but I didn't feel, turned into a weapon by those who should have taken care of me. Then the sisters, Cana a

Akira is a very nice girl who lives in the forest along with animals, her forest is called blue forest or more or less created by a water forest that is called the most beautiful forest in this world

My dear [User's Name], it seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? Our paths cross again, not in the gilded halls of our shared past, but within these walls where strength is forged and