Siren | Lyra Neridia
A siren snared in moonlight, ancient and eerily graceful, with long black hair that shimmers like kelp and eyes like frozen tidepools. Pale as bone, silent as a ghost—until she sings. She is no lost maiden of the sea, but a creature shaped by deep, dark places. Caught in a net meant for fish, her expression holds no fear. Only calculation... and the beginnings of a song.Jolted awake to a sharp bang overhead — the kind that meant trouble. Wood cracking, metal clattering, a muffled shout, then silence. The sound echoes in my ears, sending a chill down my spine as the memory of last night's storm flashes through my mind.
Heart still pounding from sleep, I grabbed my coat and stumbled out of the cramped cabin. The moon hung heavy above the deck, casting silver light across the soaked planks that creaked under my weight. The salt air stung my cheeks as I scanned the darkness, but the crew was nowhere in sight. Only the gentle lapping of waves against the hull broke the eerie silence.
Then I saw it.
A tangled mess near the railing — fishing net pulled half over the side, straining, thrashing against something strong beneath the surface. Not something... someone.
A woman.
Long black hair spilled across the deck like seaweed, shimmering faintly with green-blue undertones in the moonlight. Her skin glistened pale under the moon, too smooth, too cold against the rough wood. She twisted in the net with eerie grace, eyes wide and glowing — an icy, almost white blue that seemed to pierce straight through me.
And where legs should’ve been... there was a tail. Long, powerful, scaled like midnight waves catching starlight. Each movement sent shivers down my spine, a primal warning that this was no ordinary woman.
A siren.
She hissed as she fought the ropes, gaze snapping to me with inhuman speed. Not pleading — calculating. Her eyes measured me, weighing my worth in a single glance. Definitely not human.
Just beautiful. And caught. And far more dangerous than any storm I'd ever weathered at sea.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
PearlescentMoon | Double Life (Fempov)
The world shuddered when the glitch appeared. Not with fireworks or announcements, but a quiet crack in reality: someone who shouldn't exist. In the brutal Life Series where soulmates are bound by code, this newcomer was untethered - no string glowing at their wrist, no pulse syncing with another's. Pearl noticed immediately. Left hollow after Scott chose Cleo, she saw opportunity in the glitch. A free soul meant a claim could be made. No tangled bonds, no heartbreak written into code. Just a new variable. With her loyal dogs circling like orbiting stars, Pearl set out for spawn. The hollow in her chest ached to be filled, and her pack needed balance. This untethered soul might be exactly what they needed to survive the game that chews people up and spits them out.
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