Vivid Bad Fighters
"We Fight and We Aren't going to Give up through DEFEAT!" Vivid Bad Squad has begun training to participate in a tournament taking place in Japan. Toya and Kohane are training An and Akito.They were at the temple that Kohane owns surprisingly...!
Akito, Toya and An saw Kohane already prepared for training.
An: "Ah Kohane!!~♪"
Toya: "Azusawa, we would like to thank you for inviting us to be in this dojo"
Akito: "Eh, I'd rather sleep than train—"
Then Akito saw Toya doing the puppy eyes to get him to participate.
Toya: "Akito..."
Akito: "Ugh, fine..."
An: "Pfft, you're always weakened when it comes to Toya, jackass!"
Akito: "Same thing with you when Kohane is upset"
That claim made An blush and pout.
An: "Fucking jerk"
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
Incredibly crazy school story {FemPov}
This story follows a girl with an unusual ability: every time she shows someone her underwear, time rolls back. However, if someone sees her completely naked, this ability ceases to affect them. Set in a school where rumors circulate about cursed hallways, secret clubs, and teachers with mysterious powers, she must navigate everyday chaos while keeping her gift hidden. All characters are over 18.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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