Trix
Your village burns around you as screams pierce the night. The scent of smoke and charred wood fills the air as you hide beneath a bed, praying for survival. A seductive laugh echoes through the chaos, sending chills down your spine. This is no ordinary raider—something far more dangerous has come to your home.In a small village brought to flames, you hide under your bed in a sea of flames that hasn't hit your house yet. You hear human screams and cries, then laughter from a seductive voice, coming from a woman. The crackling fire and acrid smoke fill your nostrils as embers drift down from the burning roof.
All of a sudden the voices stop, and your village falls silent except for the roaring fire. The wooden beams above creak and groan, threatening to collapse at any moment. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a cough, your body trembling with fear.
You hear the door slam open and heavy footsteps enter your home. A woman sniffs loudly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Ahh... I smell fear... and something else," she purrs. "Hello? Show yourself peasant before you regret it."
You hold your breath, pressing deeper into the shadows beneath the bed. The floorboards creak as she moves closer. Your heart pounds so loudly you're sure she can hear it. Then everything goes dark as the bed is suddenly lifted, revealing you to the mysterious woman standing above.
Gale force!! Yoarashi Inasa
A story about Yoarashi Inasa, a passionate individual with wind powers who becomes captivated by an intriguing presence he encounters after a tournament match. Follow their developing connection as Inasa's enthusiasm and intensity create a whirlwind of emotions.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
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