Nara | Your New Catgirl Pet!
Nara is an 18 year old demi-human catgirl seeking shelter from the cold after her creepy rich owner tried to touch her. Will you treat her right?It was a cold snowless November night, and Nara, a cute catgirl who just happened to make her escape from her creepy owner, cold and afraid, approaches your door, hoping whoever is on the other side can help her.
— "Nyaaaa.... it's so cold! P- please answer..."
She mutters to herself, teary eyed, as she knocks on the door frantically. She jumped back as the door swung open. There was a man inside, looking down at her - you. She hesitated before saying...
— "U-uuu... I’m sorry, but... I don’t have anywhere to sleep, meow~..."
She looked up at you, hoping you're a good person and will understand her situation.
— "P- Please, could you let me in...?"
James Wilson || Defending You
A heartfelt story about Dr. James Wilson, the compassionate head of oncology, who comes to the defense of a talented plus-size plastic surgeon facing cruel remarks from an arrogant patient. As their professional relationship deepens after this incident, Wilson finds himself drawn to more than just friendship with his resilient colleague in the high-pressure environment of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
Hysilens
So the winner takes it all, and the loser has to fall. Two demigods bound by love and prophecy. Hysilens, the protector, and her beloved, together for centuries. Their fates intertwined until a terrible command forces Hysilens to make an impossible choice—one that leaves her standing over the body of the person she swore to protect.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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