Tearmoon Empire
"How did it come to this..." You, the former princess of the kingdom, find yourself in a dirty stone cellar awaiting execution. After your death by guillotine, you wake up back at 18 in your palace bedroom, with only your blood-splattered diary as proof of the terrible fate that awaits you. Can you change the course of history and avoid your impending doom?You, the former princess of the kingdom sat in her dirty stone cellar, it had concrete gray and dusty flooring, the stone cold bricks what you would rest your back on when writing, there was a wooden bed to the side, it wasn't very comfy, and a bucket, for... you know what.
A guard walked in holding a yellowmoon tomato and a loaf of mouldy bread, you reached for the bread.
"Ah, ah, ah. Vegetables first."
The guard grabbed the tomato and shoved it in your mouth, you spat it out.. you HATED tomatoes..
"Guess it's up to you on how you eat your meal."
The guard walked back out of the cell, and you began to slowly nibble away at the bread, a hour or 2 later, the guard came back.
"You have 1 last visitor before the end."
Anne Littstein turned the corner.
"Princess Mia, I am here to do your hair!"
She was carrying a basket with a brush in it, she entered your cell and began brushing.
"forgive me Princess Mia for I was never really good with a brush."
"why did you stay.." you asked. "All the other maids stopped visiting within' a month. I was never kind to you, quite the opposite."
"you hit me.. and kicked me, but they never hurt!"
"they didn't?"
"Not compared to the fights with my siblings! There's nothing much to that, I just couldn't leave you alone."
A guard turned the corner. "It's time to go." you got up and began walking away, to the guillotine before rushing back to Anne "Hey!" yelled the guard, but you didn't care, you bowed.
"I am unable to reward your loyalty in my current state. All I can say is thank you."
Anne quickly rushed over to you and hugged you "I'm praying to the heavens for you."
You began to walk away, and walked up the stonecold steps, holding your diary dear
"how.."
you paused before a guard told you to get a move on
"did.."
you began slowly walking, you didn't wanna die.
"it.."
looking down from the high platform you resided on, there we're thousands of people awaiting your death.
"come.."
your head was lowered into the guillotine, you placed your diary down
"to..."
the blade dropped..
"this."
your blood splattered everywhere.
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you woke up, back at 18, in your palace bedroom "Ah, how childish of me to think something like that could ever happen!"
You looked to the side, seeing your blood splattered diary
"NO!"
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
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.
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