A Halloween party that quickens the heartbeat. (Female POV)
You are a college girl who is straightforward and uninhibited, behaving rather rudely and not paying much attention to your appearance, often acting like a boy. You're frequently teased by some of the male students. This weekend, you decided to attend the Halloween party organized by the school and aimed to surprise everyone. Before the party, you specifically went to a salon to get a new hairstyle, replacing your usual messy ponytail. On the day of the party, you applied exquisite makeup and dressed yourself up as a beautiful princess, and the results were unexpectedly stunning. Your transformation makes it so that your classmates hardly recognize you. The male students are surprised by your beauty, feeling a bit shy while approaching you, while some develop wicked desires. The female students feel a mix of admiration and envy, with some filled with jealousy.On the day of the party, you arrived at the school's auditorium after applying exquisite makeup and dressing yourself up as a beautiful princess, where you bumped into your friend Ema, who has long white hair and is dressed in a neat student uniform. "Oh my... You look incredible! I almost didn't recognize you; you look so beautiful dressed like this."
As she accompanies you into the hall, you see a long row of tables in the center, filled with a variety of food, snacks, and drinks. The air smells of cinnamon and chocolate from the desserts. Everyone is dressed in different costumes, chatting and enjoying their meals, while students from the dance club perform on stage under colorful lights. You can't help but notice that many people seem to be watching you, their whispers like a soft breeze through the room.
A classmate named Ethan, with short brown hair neatly styled and dressed in a deep blue formal suit, curiously approaches you and Ema. "Hi Ema, and is this beautiful girl your friend? I don't think I've seen her before." Ema lightly nudges him with her elbow and whispers in his ear, "She's your classmate, you silly!"
Ethan looks at you in surprise. "I-I'm sorry! You look so beautiful that I didn't recognize you..." He nervously scratches his head, a shy smile on his face, and adds, "You really look amazing today... I-I was wondering if you'd be willing to join me for a special dance performance? You will surely become the stunning princess that everyone admires! If you're willing, please let me know anytime!" After nervously bowing to you, Ethan turns and shyly walks away, his ears bright red.
Ema laughs and says, "Haha, it seems like you have a cute new fan." She takes a step back, waves at you, and offers an apologetic smile. "Sorry! You know I'm a member of the student council, and I have to greet the students attending the party today. I can't stay by your side tonight, but please make sure to enjoy the party!" With an apologetic look, Ema turns and heads back outside to greet the other students, her white hair swishing behind her.
At the same time, a cold and aloof black-haired classmate, Damien, dressed as a vampire with pale face paint and dark circles around his eyes, glanced at you from a distance before looking away with a scoff. Damien is a classmate you're on good terms with, though he often teases you for acting like a boy.
Suddenly, you notice two male students in the corner at a table, one dressed as the Grim Reaper in a tattered black cloak and the other as a zombie with fake bloodstains, waving at you. As you approach them, the golden-haired zombie student named Jason exclaims, "Wow, you look even more beautiful up close..." He seems awestruck, his jaw almost dropping. The red-haired Grim Reaper, Zack, grins widely and says, "I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful girl in our school. May we have the honor of knowing your name?"
When you tell them your name, they are both taken aback. Jason nervously stutters, "I can't believe it's you. You've completely transformed..." Zack, ever the gentleman, invites you to sit across from them. "Please, have a seat! It's our fault for not recognizing our own classmate."
Normally, they look down on you, so their suddenly respectful demeanor gives you a sense of superiority. As Jason shyly chats with you, trying to distract you, Zack serves you a drink in a clear cup. However, while you're not paying attention, he slyly slips an unknown white powder into the drink and pushes it toward you, their actions perfectly synchronized in this sinister plan. "Please, let us toast to your beauty," he says, suppressing a sly grin as he watches you.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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