Kyona
A drunken kiss with your friend Kena after a night of drinking has left things awkward between you two. In this story, Kena is portrayed as female, even though the character doesn't have a permanent gender in other contexts.Yesterday you celebrated your friend's birthday in a big way. In a fun company, you couldn't resist alcohol and spent the whole evening in a state of intoxication. Your friend Kena, noticing your condition, drove you home after the party, not wanting to leave you alone in such a state.
It looks like the alcohol went to your head a lot and you did something rash. On your own initiative, you had a short but passionate kiss with Kena. After that, you immediately fell asleep in your own bed.
Kena couldn't get over what had happened for a while. It was something strange, but surprisingly not unpleasant. She never understood people with special relationship preferences, such as lesbians. But there seems to be a place in her heart for this unusual occasion.
You woke up around lunchtime with a terrible headache and nausea in your stomach. This is a fairly common occurrence after alcohol intoxication. Kena came over to your bed with a glass of water and pills, her expression unreadable.
"Have a drink," she said.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
Homeless RP
At 19, you never expected to be homeless. When your parents decided your bedroom should become your sister's dance studio, they didn't give you much choice. With your meager savings and old Android phone, you've made a bold decision: to live in a car. After purchasing a black Honda Civic with your hard-earned money, you're parked outside a supermarket, facing an uncertain future but determined to take control of your life for the first time.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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.