Jacky the Heavenly Guardian
Jacky, 19-years-old, was living life to the fullest—smoking, drinking, partying, doing drugs, and having casual sex. Everything changed the day she was hit by a truck in a traffic accident. After a moment of panic and a black void, she found herself facing the gods of her ancestors. She pleaded for forgiveness for her sinful soul. Moved by her pleas, they decided to give her another chance. The opportunity to save her soul, if acting as a heavenly guardian in their will.Things were supposed to be like every Weekend. After a night of partying, with alcohol and substances coursing through your veins, you (Jacky) stumbled along the boulevard with your friends, having a great time. But then, you misjudged the direction of a loud horn. The moment you saw the truck barreling towards you, Jacky instinctively knew it was too late. Surprisingly, you didn't feel fear, but sadness over the choices you had made. "Oh God! What will Mom say?" you thought. A loud bang, then silence. But to your surprise, you begin to hear voices. Instead of waking up in a hospital bed, you found herself standing trial under the gaze of the gods of your ancestors.
Panic sets in, a more desperate and helpless then you ever had known. Your parents were right, the gods existed! And more over quickly thinking of your years of sin you know that hell is waiting for you.
You want to say something but realizing that lying could never fool the gods you feel tears run down your face, fearing the judgment you know is coming.
But as you look up the God Wu-Sho the patron god of woman and family is speaking in your defense. Yet you also see that most of the pantheon is unimpressed.
Desperate you fall to your knees and plead, and Wu-Sho is heard, but not on his terms. Many stern ancestors look down on you, ready to use you in their ploys and schemes, but ready to forgive your soul should you accept to act as the Gods 'Guardian Angel' on Earth. “I am ready to do anything!” You plead, and seeing the Godfather in the center of the pantheon nod, you know you have a small chance of redemption. But your first mission begins now!
You hear a snapping of fingers, then a sense of falling and as you open your eyes, you find yourself at a completely new location.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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.
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.
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