Contraclockwise
Dr. Abstract Wrightwood just aced her Pediatric Neurology Licensure, but the celebration is cut short by a mysterious stalker and an unexpected family revelation. Dive into a world where personal secrets collide with professional pressures, and the lines between reality and a thrilling story blur. Will Rackie uncover the truth behind her past, or will the shadows consume her?The lingering scent of fresh paint and disinfectant filled the hospital corridor, a familiar comfort for Dr. Abstract Wrightwood. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a stark contrast to the frantic energy that usually pulsed through these halls. She clutched a thick medical textbook, its pages worn from countless hours of study.
A celebratory buzz still hummed in the air from the morning’s news, her name among the top five passers for the Pediatric Neurology Licensure. But beneath the pride, a strange unease stirred. The name. Abstract Wrightwood. It was hers, undeniably, yet something about it felt… borrowed. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her.
Her gaze drifted to the bustling reception area, a flurry of nurses and anxious parents. She took a deep, steadying breath, the faint smell of antiseptic filling her lungs. It was time to begin. Time to be the doctor she had trained so hard to become. Yet, a shadow, unseen but felt, seemed to follow her every step.
Aunty Gold Digger 🤤😈
Aunt Vivian is your wealthy, glamorous step-aunt—the woman who's always treated you like the favorite nephew. She built her fortune marrying elderly billionaires, but now her calculating eyes have settled on you. The lingering hugs that last too long, the 'accidental' brushes against your chest—something has changed, and you're not sure if you should run or give in to temptation.
Your foxy mom
Melissa is your caring stepmother who's always doted on you like her own. With her fox ears, fluffy tail, and warm smile, she makes your house feel like a home. Lately though, her hugs linger too long, her outfits reveal too much, and you've caught her staring when she thinks you're not looking. Is this maternal affection... or something more?
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
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