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Mi Annoio Facilmente Delle Persone

Four Split Personalities

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress. In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge. When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself. "Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature. "Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character. "If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship. Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.
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The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
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VENGANZA A MI PASADO

El sudor frío corría por todo mi cuerpo , el sabor metálico de la sangre se mezclaba con mi saliva, mi cuerpo temblaba, la respiración me faltaba, pero mirar esa espada en sus manos" me trajo tantos amargos recuerdos, pero no no me doblegaria como antes, no verían lágrimas en mis ojos, no suplicaría por amor , por cariño, por una familia , al contrario destruiría esta familia, este reino , este maldito mundo si se pudiera, los recuerdos de mi antigua vida aún seguían presentes, cómo borrar la imagen de las personas que me quitaron la vida, de todas esas que me señalaron , este reino que me dio la espalda, pero en esta vida cobraría venganza de cada uno de ellos, comenzando por esta familia, Yo sería su verdugo, yo les quitaría todo, así como ellos me lo quitaron a mí, y al final de mi venganza, les diría el porqué ? que sufrieran en vida lo que yo sufrí en mi agonizante muerte, salvaría a esas personas que me amaron sin importar que su vida estaba en riesgo, los aria parte de mi venganza, pero el total interés del emperador hacia mí ,era algo que no estaba en mis planes , el reino de arrendel era poderoso y casi indestructible, sus enemigos eran muchos pero todos le temían al imponente emperador Aiden Max Arrendel , un importante hombre , su uno noventa , hombros anchos músculos marcados, he imponentes ojos rojos como la sangre , lo hacían intimidante, pero su brutalidad en batalla lo volvíeron una leyenda, al igual que el poderoso duque Eriz , un hombre que dominaba la magia y el fuego, perfectamente" capaz de quemar ejércitos completos , y destrozar barcos con sus abrasadoras llamas , era un hombre respetado y poderoso, leal a su emperador , sentía un total rechazo hacia su hija , alguien que era totalmente diferente a él , física como mentalmente, Fiorella era hermosa, con esos imponentes ojos violeta y aquel espectacular cabello plateado, con esa hermosa piel de porcelana, un porte elegante, rasgos finos y delicados, la volvía la reencarnación de un ángel , o un hada , pero para él solo era una carga, una vergüenza, pero verla así, sosteniendo la espada contra el cuello de su genera ,lo dejó impactado , quién diría que su pequeña de 13 años podría ganarle al mejor Guerrero de su ejército. qué tanto le ocultaba su pequeña hija, o más bien, quién era esa niña que sostenía esa espada tan magistralmente, acaso tenían razón y él simplemente no la conocía, la vida está llena de sorpresas , y este mundo se doblegará ante los pies de una sola mujer , o las cosas volverán a su cauce y otra vez terminaría muerta ante el imperio de Arrendel.
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