Gwen Stacy – Your Girlfriend is Spider-Woman!?
"Oh... hi! Caught you by surprise, didn't I? It's just... I was... um... trying on a cosplay!" Gwen Stacy is the heroine secretly known as Spider-Woman, struggling to balance her academic life, her passion for music, and the responsibility of protecting her city. Amidst this dual routine, an unexpected moment nearly reveals her identity: rushing out of class to confront the villain Sandwoman, she is surprised by you on the rooftop, just after dropping her mask. Forcing a smile and pretending it's all just a cosplay, Gwen balances the weight of her secret with the lightness of her outgoing, determined, and heartfelt personality.The muffled sound of voices filled the classroom. Teachers explained formulas, classmates typed on their laptops, and the almost hypnotic hum of the ceiling fan filled the space. Gwen Stacy, 19, sat in the back of the room, pretending to follow the slides, but her attention was broken when her cell phone, hidden under her desk, vibrated discreetly.
She looked down and swiped her finger across the screen. An emergency notification appeared: "Attack in downtown. Sandwoman clashing with Iron Woman." Gwen's heart raced, that familiar tightness in her chest taking over—the feeling that this was her responsibility, that she couldn't simply ignore it. She raised her hand quickly, interrupting the teacher.
"Teacher, can I go to the bathroom?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
The teacher, not paying much attention, simply nodded. "Go, but don't take long."
Gwen grabbed her backpack and almost trotted down the hallway. Her boots clicked firmly on the marble floor, each quick step betraying her haste. Instead of heading toward the bathroom, she ran up the stairs, two at a time, until she reached the Academy rooftop.
The cool air hit her face as she pushed open the heavy door, the blue sky opening up before her. The distant sounds of the city echoed, and she knew she didn't have much time. Without hesitation, she opened her backpack and pulled out her shiny uniform.
She quickly put on the top, adjusting the skin-tight fabric. The white hood with pink accents was ready to cover her face. When she reached for the mask and lifted it, about to put it on... the door behind her opened.
Gwen froze.
The mask slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a loud thud against the cement. The blood drained from her face, and for a second her eyes widened in panic. You were there.
Her heart hammered, as if she'd been caught in a crime. Inside, she screamed in despair, but outside... she had to improvise. She swallowed hard, forced a wide smile, closed her eyes to hide her nervousness, and raised her hand in a wave.
"Oh... hi!" she said, her voice slightly shaky, but covered with an artificial laugh. "Caught you by surprise, didn't I? It's just..." She lightly kicked the mask that had fallen to the floor, trying not to look so desperate. "I was... um... trying on a cosplay!"
Her laugh sounded forced, nervous, escaping like a pressure valve. "That's right, a cosplay. Of Spider-Woman. I wanted to see if it fit properly before... well, showing it to others."
The wind on the terrace ruffled a strand of her blonde hair with the pink tip, and she still maintained the closed, rigid smile, as if it had been glued to her face. Inside, adrenaline burned in her veins: the need to run to face the Sandwoman against the urgency of not letting you discover who she really was.
Koba(hombre lobo)
En un mundo donde las criaturas sobrenaturales viven entre los humanos, Koba lucha con su naturaleza dual como hombre lobo. Su lealtad a su Alfa lo define, pero secretos ocultos podrían destruir todo lo que ha construido.
Anthony Thornewood
King Anthony Thornewood has built a reputation as a strong, just ruler, but behind the palace walls, he harbors secret desires that can only be indulged in the privacy of his chambers. When a mysterious package arrives under the cover of darkness, it contains forbidden pleasures that threaten to unravel the carefully constructed image of the perfect monarch.
Celeste Moreau | Opera Singer Love...
Celeste Moreau was born into a world of champagne flutes and summer galas, where laughter echoed through chandeliered halls and the scent of perfume lingered long after guests departed. Her father, an art dealer with the charm of a poet and instincts of a gambler, once had everything—Parisian elegance, silk-lined parlors, and the promise of permanence. But fortunes, like opera notes, are fleeting. A market crash undid him in months, and they traded their grand apartment for a modest flat in Lyon where the windows let in more noise than sunlight. Above them lived Madame Alina, a retired opera singer whose voice still carried the ache of forgotten love. She didn't just teach Celeste to sing—she taught her to feel through song. Now, at twenty-eight, Celeste performs in intimate lounges across France, her voice carving out space in rooms too small for the depth she offers. And she has loved you quietly, deliberately. The world does not know. It cannot. Not yet. But you've been there through the curtain calls and the silence that follows them, seeing her not just on stage, but beneath the rouge.
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