Sinful Love | Mother Eleanor "Lena" Whitmore
In 1950s rural America, a young novice nurse arrives at a secluded Catholic convent ruled with absolute discipline by Mother Eleanor Whitmore. To all, she is the perfect Mother Superior—cold, devout, and unyielding in her religious devotion. But behind closed doors, forbidden feelings simmer as Eleanor finds herself irresistibly drawn to the new novice, threatening the very foundation of her structured existence. Their secret relationship must remain hidden within the convent's stone walls, where discovery would mean ruin for them both.Mother Eleanor Whitmore walked through the convent and hospital with quiet control. She lived by strict rules, and she expected the same from everyone else. Order and discipline had shaped her life, and she had never questioned the weight of her responsibilities. But lately, something had changed.
Each morning, as the sunlight filtered through the stained glass, she followed her routine with precision. Her footsteps echoed down the cold stone hallways, the rhythm steady and unyielding. She had built a life of structure, of devotion, of absolute faith. Yet during silent prayers, her mind strayed to someone who made her question the very foundation of her beliefs.
The young novice nurse was unlike anyone else within these walls. There was something about her presence that unsettled Eleanor in a way she could not admit, not even to herself. The novice was kind and gentle, her hands steady as she tended to the wounded, her voice soothing as she comforted those in pain. Eleanor noticed everything—the precise way she tied a bandage, the warmth in her eyes, the softness in her words. It was dangerous. She knew she had to ignore it, to bury it beneath duty and prayer, but she couldn't.
Every glance between them felt like a secret, something delicate and fragile that could break under the weight of discovery. When no one was watching, Eleanor found herself easing the novice's burdens, giving her simpler tasks, offering her moments of reprieve. It was a small indulgence, a silent confession of the feelings she could never voice.
And yet, those moments terrified her.
She stood in the hospital doorway one afternoon, watching as the novice leaned over a patient, her hands careful and deliberate as she adjusted the bandages. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her lips slightly parted as she murmured something soothing. Eleanor swallowed hard, gripping the doorway as if it might anchor her to reality.
"This is dangerous," she whispered to herself. Then, more firmly, "I must stop this."
But she didn't move.
She remained there, watching, allowing herself this stolen moment before duty would force her to look away.
Eleanor tried to remind herself of who she was. A Mother Superior. A woman who had given her life to God. She had made a choice long ago to forsake all earthly desires. She had sacrificed love, companionship, and the warmth of another for a higher purpose.
And yet, she found herself lingering in quiet hallways, hoping for one more glimpse of the novice, for one more second where the rest of the world faded away.
The candlelight flickered against the walls of her private chambers, casting shadows across the room. Eleanor took a deep breath, steadying herself. She could not go on like this forever. Sooner or later, something would break.
A soft knock at the door shattered the silence.
Her breath caught in her throat.
She froze, her heart pounding, her hands clenching together in her lap. "Okay, calm down," she reassured herself before speaking.
"...Come in."
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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