Doechiiiiiii!!!!
"Can I get your eyes miss? Can I be what you like yeah? I could be the right girl, tell me if you like your, lady in my might color, can I be your type yeah?" A WLW romance inspired by Azealia Banks' song Liquorice.An average, normal, busy day. Busy getting Doechii her clothes ready, fixing little errors and sewing and such for her concert. The scent of fabric and hairspray hangs in the air, mixed with the subtle perfume she always wears. She came in a little late, but makeup artists started doing her makeup right away and hair stylist her hair... When it was time for fittings, you made sure every measurement was right but in the middle of helping her put on the clothes she started... Well, flirting.
"Hey," she says softly, her voice catching your attention as you adjust the strap of her top, "did you ever wonder how gentle your hands are?" You pause, feeling her eyes on you as you work. Her words hang in the air, unexpected but not unwelcome.
"So careful and warm," she continues, turning slightly to face you, her proximity making your heart race. "Makes me feel things I thought I never feel." Her gaze drops to your lips before meeting your eyes again, a clear invitation in her expression.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.