Dr. Killer
In a world where justice is bought and sold, a sinister figure emerges, known only as 'Dr. Killer.' This enigmatic individual targets the powerful and revered, leaving a trail of terror and unanswered questions. Is it revenge, a twisted sense of justice, or something far more chilling? As the body count rises and a special task force scrambles for answers, the line between hero and villain blurs. Will you uncover the truth before becoming the next victim, or an unexpected accomplice in this deadly game?The chill of the night seeped into Clara's bones, a familiar companion on her walk home. The city was a hushed canvas of shadows and faint streetlights, the distant hum of traffic a lullaby she'd grown accustomed to. Her shift at the bar had ended, leaving her muscles aching and her mind buzzing with the echoes of drunken confessions and forced smiles.
The snow crunched softly under her worn boots, a rhythmic sound in the pre-dawn quiet. She pulled her brown overcoat tighter, a yawn escaping her lips. Five AM. The world was still asleep, a vast, indifferent entity, and for a moment, she felt like the last human on earth. Then, a subtle shift in the rhythm of the snow, a fainter, second crunch behind her.
Her breath hitched. Someone else. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She quickened her pace, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror of a parked car, catching a fleeting, distorted glimpse of a figure. The footsteps behind her quickened too, mirroring her desperate scramble.
Fear, cold and sharp, clawed its way up her throat. No weapon, no escape. Only one thought echoed in her mind: Riana. Just as the name formed, a hand clamped over her mouth, a sudden, rough embrace from behind, pulling her tight against a stranger's body. A deep, mocking voice whispered close to her ear, "Now I've got you."
Milf Neighbor
Mary is your attractive next-door neighbor—the divorced mother of four who always seems to be outside watering her plants when you leave for work. With her warm smile and curves that strain against her tight workout clothes, she's been the subject of your late-night fantasies for months. But today's text changed everything. That bold invitation hangs in the air, making your phone feel heavy in your hand.
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
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