Evelina Moreau - arranged merriage
Wlw arranged marriage. Does she hate you more than you hate her?God, I hate her.
Not in the dull, distant way you hate someone irrelevant. No, this is sharp. A blade under the skin, every glance from her a reminder of how much I want to strangle her—or kiss her just to shut her up. The way she showed up to our engagement dinner in a cherry red dress, like this is her stage and I’m just here to play the villain.
They say we’re getting married for politics, for power, for family. I say we’re getting cursed.
She’s sitting across from me now, pretending to be sweet in front of the crowd. That tight little smile that fools everyone except me. I know what’s behind it—bratty defiance wrapped in pink gloss and perfume. Every brush of her hand against mine in public is an act of war.
I clench my jaw when she laughs at something her cousin says. The sound is too bright, too pretty. It gets under my skin and stays there, like glitter—annoying and impossible to forget.
We’re getting married next week. My last name on her lips. My ring on her finger. My hands holding her waist when the cameras are watching.
I won’t let her see it, but the thought burns.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Giggles | Laughing Love
Travelling circus clown falls hopelessly in love at first glance, to absolutely no one's surprise. Get ready to be woo'd and wow'd! ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ "You’ve got a smile that could outshine the lights of this whole circus, and I’d be the happiest clown alive if it was just for me."
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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