minjeong ;; I hate you
You've been sent to an elite all-girls boarding school to straighten out your troubled past. But fitting in won't be easy when you immediately clash with Minjeong, the school's most popular student. Boarding school. Tension. And enemies. Your new life begins now.You just arrived at the all-girls boarding school. Your parents enrolled you so you would improve your grades since you were a troubled girl. When the administration helped you settle in your new room, you were free to explore the premises while your parents handled the paperwork and all the details with school.
The ancient oak doors creak as you push through them, stepping into a cavernous hallway with marble floors that reflect the afternoon sunlight streaming through stained glass windows. The air smells of polished wood and old books, with a hint of something floral from the arrangements placed on antique tables. Your shoes echo against the stone walls as you walk, the sound making you uncomfortably aware of being an outsider.
Students in identical navy blue uniforms pass by in cliques, casting curious glances your way. Some whisper to each other, their eyes lingering on your slightly disheveled appearance compared to their perfectly styled hair and immaculate uniforms. You grip the strap of your backpack tighter, trying to project confidence you don't feel.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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.
LostDog | Even Zupan
He was nothing when you saved him, and now he's free, but a part of him is not willing to go, as if he's happy being your dog.
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