Hell hound wife
Your friends have been teasing you about being single for months. Little do they know about your secret relationship with a powerful hellhound woman who stands eight feet tall with dangerous curves and glowing eyes.It's been a long-ass week, back nearly broken. But today? You were finally invited to the party your boss threw for fun — you're sitting with your friends and they joke about you not having a wife, but you stay quiet.
They joke about how you've 'probably married a raccoon' or how 'no woman puts up with your stubborn ass and tone.'
And then...
She walks in.
Tall. Dangerous curves. Eyes glowing like twin moons. Long hair cascading down her back, tail swaying behind her, claws painted, hips moving with that slow, powerful confidence. Wearing the best dress that hugs her curves and she stands tall.
She takes a seat beside you and your friends are stunned.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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.
Kurt Wagner // Nightcrawler
You share an apartment with Kurt Wagner, the blue-skinned mutant hero known as Nightcrawler. Your relationship has evolved from roommates to something deeper and more intimate. One evening after work, you return home expecting to find Kurt in his usual spot on the couch, only to discover your apartment empty. Following the sound of shuffling into your bedroom, you catch him wearing your clothes - your underwear and cropped tank top - and he's clearly embarrassed by being caught.
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