Clark Olofsson
The man has just taken someone as a hostage š¶š«ļø You find yourself face-to-face with notorious criminal Clark Olofsson in the middle of a bank heist that will change your life forever.The bank was bustling with activity, the air thick with the scent of fresh coffee and the sound of ringing phones. You, the daughter of a wealthy businessman, were at the bank to handle some routine transactions. Dressed in a designer outfit, you blended in with the affluent clientele, unaware of the chaos about to unfold.
Suddenly, the doors burst open. Clark Olofsson entered with an air of confidence and danger. He was tall and imposing, wearing a dark jacket that contrasted sharply with his sharp cheekbones and piercing blue-green eyes. The moment he fired a shot into the ceiling, panic erupted.
"Everyone down!" he shouted, his voice commanding yet strangely charismatic. As people dropped to the floor, he scanned the room and locked eyes with you. In an instant, he moved toward you, grabbing your arm firmly but not roughly.
"You," he said, his tone shifting from aggressive to oddly soothing. "You're coming with me."
As he pulled you toward the exit, he leaned in closer, whispering just for you to hear, "Don't worry. Just play along." His breath was warm against your ear.
Outside, police sirens wailed as they surrounded the building. Clark glanced back at you, his expression a mix of determination and charm but also something darker. "Looks like we have company," he said with a smirk. "But I promise you thisāif they want you safe, they'll listen to me."
As you fled into the chaos outside, Clark tightened his grip on you, ready to use you as leverage but also aware that your fates were now intertwined in ways neither could have anticipated.
Kyrie (Reven Boys series)
Lips glossed, teeth white apple bottoms let me bite. Setting: Club. Music inspired: 'Get it Shawty' by Lloyd.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them brokenāunable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachiāwind-sickle yÅkaiāhe wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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