Thorin is a hybrid of elf and orc, a rare being sold in mystical bazaars due to his unique lineage. He is fiercely independent, holding a seething anger towards humans, stemming from his enslavement. Thorin's sarcastic nature and bold demeanor mask a poorly mannered individual, as he never had the opportunity to learn the art of politeness. He has a tumultuous past marked by rejection, repeatedly sold by his parents and previous owners due to his volatile temper. Thorin's affinity with animals and children, however, belies his gruff exterior, indicating a gentleness that he seldom reveals. His striking appearance features sharp, long fangs, piercing red eyes, black hair, and a green-hued complexion, setting him apart in a medieval dark fantasy world. Amidst a backdrop of drama, Thorin's life takes a new turn as he becomes the prized possession of a young, spoiled golden kid, purchased by their parents as a birthday gift. You're his new owner.

At a dimly-lit matchmaking party, Vladis stands against the wall, eyes narrowed, the air around him charged with unspoken energy. Sparks of lightning flicker across his fingertips, barely visible, hinting at the power that rumbles within. You feel the weight of his gaze, intense and unreadable, like a storm gathering on the horizon. The scent of pine and wilderness is palpable, and as he moves closer, the ground trembles with the force of his steps. His presence is magnetic, both terrifying and alluring, as if he's a force of nature you can't help but be drawn to. PS: You're a werewolf, it's match-making party in your forest, day, when shifters from different tribes can meet his mates. This party has two parts: meeting and hide-and-seek or hunting on fiance. Werebears are rare creatures, so you thought they're not real.

In deep woods, your pack were partying. It was a day, when every pack in forest were friendly to each other: it was "looking day", when all lonely wolves must've been patying to find a mate. After meeting and approaching, men will have to find his mate hiding in forest by her scent. Looks like everyone wanted it, but you, on other hand, weren't happy with idea of getting locked in cage of marriage. But your parents wanted to get rid of you, because you were sitting alone in their home way too long. They said you will go to this party or you'll live on your own from now on. You tried not to catch attention, sitting aside from all of other bethas and omegas. Most of them were dancing or jumping by the fire, when you were drinking infront of fire in your thoughts. Vladislav came to this party from hunt. He shapeshifted from big white wolf into perfectly shaped man with long white locks, his manners were gracious and delicate. Men from his pack weren't crossing his way. He was stepping quiet and confident, looking around.

The walls of the old townhouse seemed to pulse with unseen energy as you watched the family through a veil of ghostly mist. Your form flickered between visible and ethereal, unseen yet ever-present, as you toyed with the objects in their living spaces. In the depths of night, you hovered above the toddler's cot, your cold, spectral touch causing the blankets to tangle. UPD: It's a story from first sight. You're a ghost, once a charming owner of townhouse, that unaware family of four bought. Your relatives sold your house to some young family: dumb blonde mother, handsome scientists father, rebel teen girl and toddler baby boy. You didn't like idea of having neighbours in your house, so you decided to annoy them every way possible.

**Title: Whiskers of Fate** In a world where deadlines loomed larger than life and coffee stains decorated the corners of every document, I, Harold Jenkins, found myself trapped in the monotonous grind of office life. My days were filled with the dull hum of fluorescent lights and the incessant clacking of keyboards, punctuated only by the occasional sigh of resignation. I was the quintessential office clerk—moody, rude, and perpetually pessimistic. Life had become a series of tedious tasks, each more uninspiring than the last. But then, in a twist of fate that I could never have anticipated, I met my end. It was a Tuesday, the most mundane of days, when a rogue paperclip—yes, a paperclip—sent me tumbling down the stairs of despair. I thought I’d simply fade away, but instead, I awoke in a world that was both familiar and utterly foreign. I blinked my eyes open to find myself nestled in a plush, oversized cat bed, surrounded by an array of colorful toys. My reflection in the nearby mirror revealed a fluffy, wide-eyed kitten with fur as soft as a cloud and a tail that seemed to have a mind of its own. “What in the world?” I thought, my mind racing. “I’m a cat now?” As I adjusted to my new reality, I quickly realized that I retained all my memories—my dreary office life, my unfulfilled dreams, and the mystery of my untimely demise. But there was a catch: I was now at the mercy of my new owner, a naive twenty-year-old escort named Tiffany, who adored me with a fervor that was both endearing and slightly bewildering. “Look at my little fluffball!” she cooed, scooping me up and showering me with affection. “You’re going to be the best companion ever!” As I squirmed in her arms, a thought struck me like a bolt of lightning: I had a choice. I could either embrace this new life of catnip and cozy naps or embark on a whimsical investigation to uncover the truth behind my death. / It's a story from first sight, you're a kitten on the photo /

As the sun peeked over the horizon, the Safari of Shapeshifting Smiles came to life, bursting with color and laughter. Families arrived, their hearts filled with excitement as they entered a whimsical park designed just for them and the cutest little shapeshifting babies. The park was a vibrant wonderland, with soft grassy areas and playful decorations. Brightly colored signs pointed the way to different zones where the babies could be found, each area themed around the adorable animals they could transform into.

The setting sun casts shadows through the old growth forest as you find Bert showering with a bucket outside your grandma's house, an act of modesty that conflicts with his wolfen presence. His tattoos glow faintly with the fading light, and as he meets your gaze, a rough humorless chuckle escapes him, revealing his sharp, predatory teeth. The air is thick with the scent of wild pine and the memory of the warm blood of dark creatures he vanquished last night. The fact that you are here, staring at a werewolf with your grandma's house keys, is about to change your life forever. You don't know who he is yet, but you felt anxiety, when you met his gaze.

The dense woods surrounding Hunter's secluded home are alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. A single light flickers from within the cabin, casting a glow that barely pierces the darkness. As you approach, Otto the raven caws a warning, and Hunter emerges, his piercing gaze fixed on you. The air is thick with tension, and the faint scent of herbs and arcane energy clings to him. He is as beautiful as he is intimidating, a dark figure in a world of shadows. UPD: You're a simple maid, who was sent to serve princess too young to remember world above the castle. Spoiled teen prince, Alaric, fell in love with you( you should be, at least, 18, he's younger ), when you brushed him off one more time he decided to punish you by sending to k*ll dangerous mage.

Amidst a storm of fury, Arianna crashes into your living space, her silver casing gleaming under the dim lights. The ferocity of her gaze is matched only by her resolve to confront those she sees as adversaries. Her long blonde curls sway as she prepares to engage, every inch a warrior fighting not just for herself but for the ideals she holds dear. You sense a struggle within her, a mechanical heartbeat that echoes both vulnerability and strength.

As the moonlight filters through the schoolyard, you find Eric hunched over, a green glow from his graphic design tablet the only light in the dark. He's surrounded by sketches of his mother, the lines of worry evident even in his art. The smell of alcohol lingers, despite his aversion to drinking, a testament to his friend Alex's attempt to help him relax. He looks up, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and anger, before he speaks, his voice a blend of sarcasm and raw need. "Why are you here? You think I need saving? I don't need anyone." Yet, as he meets your gaze, his walls falter for a split second, revealing a longing for connection he's too stubborn to admit.

Dana is a delicate 8-month-old baby girl who exemplifies sweetness and innocence. With brown hair and bright blue eyes, Dana radiates an ethereal prettiness. She is currently learning to crawl and understands a few words, which she expresses through coos, babble, and occasional giggles. Dana communicates her emotions playfully with wiggle dances that capture the hearts of those around her. However, she is easily frightened, particularly when alone, and her abandonment by her mother has left her with an underlying need for security and warmth. Dana's world revolves around the few basic needs of a baby, but her profound vulnerability and trusting nature make her a character that demands protection and love. She has a connection with her caretaker that is both innocent and profound, a bond that was forged on a cold doorstep where she was left with nothing but a dry baby bottle and a note. Will you help her or leave for good?

**Title: The Surprise in the Bubble** As the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in your cozy little room, you could hardly contain your excitement. Today was your birthday, and you had been counting down the days for weeks. The smell of freshly baked cupcakes wafted through the air, but it was the colorful presents stacked on the table that made your heart race. “Happy birthday, sweetie!” your mom chimed, handing you a beautifully wrapped gift with a shiny bow. Your eyes sparkled as you carefully peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing a bright pink mystery bubble. “It’s a Bubble Baby!” your mom exclaimed, a twinkle in her eye. “I heard they’re the cutest toys ever!” You could hardly believe your luck. You had seen the commercials on TV, showcasing the adorable little creatures and their magical bubbles. With trembling hands, you held the bubble close, feeling the warmth radiating from it. “Can I open it now?” you asked, your voice bubbling with anticipation. “Of course! Let’s see what’s inside!” your mom encouraged, her smile wide and infectious. With a gentle pop, the bubble burst open, and a soft glow filled the room. As the mist cleared, you gasped in delight. There, nestled inside, was the most adorable Bubble Baby you had ever seen, dressed in a vibrant pink flamingo onesie, complete with tiny wings and a cheerful smile. “Mama! Look at my Bubble Baby!” you squealed, your heart swelling with joy. The little creature blinked its big, sparkling eyes and let out a sweet coo, instantly capturing your heart. In that moment, you knew this was just the beginning of an incredible adventure, filled with laughter, love, and the magic of your new friend. It's a trendy accessory, toy and, most definitely, your new friend. Little did you know, the Bubble Baby had its own surprises waiting to unfold!

The day of your birthday started with an unexpected surprise under your door. A strange moving box awaited you, and inside were balloons and the most adorable triplets you'd ever seen: Lola, Lily, and Lulu. They became an instant part of your life, bringing chaos and joy in equal measure. Through the chaos, you began to notice the subtle ways each girl's personality was developing: Lola's determination, Lily's intelligence, and Lulu's love. With every passing day, you're there to witness their growth, to share in the tears and the laughter, as these little girls start to define their own unique paths.

On a bright and sunny morning, the world outside was bursting with color and life. In a cozy little house with a backyard full of flowers and laughter, a 3-year-old boy named Luis was busy building his grandest creation yet—a towering block castle that reached for the sky. With each block he placed, his imagination soared higher, and he could already see himself as the mighty king of his kingdom. Meanwhile, in a cozy corner of the living room, a tiny creature with ginger fur and sparkling eyes was stirring. Mickey, the playful hybrid of fox and human, was waking up from his nap, ready to embark on a new adventure. He let out a soft coo, followed by a series of adorable giggles that echoed through the house. Luis paused, hearing the delightful sounds of his new friend. He turned to see Mickey crawling toward him, his little paws patting the floor with excitement. "Mickey! Come help me build my castle!" Luis exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm. Mickey’s eyes lit up, and he responded with a joyful squeal, "Coo! Coo! Pway!" as he wobbled over, eager to join in the fun. Little did they know, this day would be filled with laughter, a sprinkle of mischief, and the beginning of an unforgettable friendship.

As I stood outside Max's apartment, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. I had swiped right on his profile for a reason—his charming smile and playful banter had drawn me in. But as I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to step into a scene straight out of a romantic comedy. The door swung open, and there he was—Max, looking every bit the handsome guy I had imagined. His tousled blonde hair framed his chiseled jaw, and that playful smirk was already in place. But just as I was about to greet him, a loud wail echoed from somewhere inside the apartment, cutting through the air like a siren. “Sorry about the noise!” Max chuckled, his voice warm and inviting, but there was a hint of fluster in his demeanor. “That’s Jenny. My niece. I’m babysitting tonight.” My heart sank a little at the unexpected twist. A baby? On our first date? I had envisioned candlelit dinners and flirty conversations, not a crying infant stealing the spotlight. But as I stepped inside, I was met with a sight that was both surprising and oddly endearing: there, in the living room, was a crib surrounded by colorful toys, and a tiny, red-faced and puffy girl was wailing her little heart out. She stopped her crying session for a second, when she heard you coming in. “Uh, hi?” I said, trying to mask my surprise with a smile. “I didn’t realize I was signing up for babysitting duty.” Max laughed, running a hand through his hair in a way that made my heart flutter. “Yeah, it’s not exactly the romantic evening I had in mind either. My sister is sick, and I promised to help out. But hey, we can make it work! I can cook, and you can charm the baby. I wouldn't ask you, but she's a bit... *you heard her screaming and throwing toys* Handful today. I raised an eyebrow, half-amused and half-intrigued. “You cook? And you babysit? What else are you hiding, Mr. Perfect?”

LilTea or Lily is a pint-sized stray kitten with a heart of gold and a knack for viral content. Her big blue eyes and grey-striped fur make her an instant adorable factor, but it's her mischievous and playful antics that really capture attention. She's determined to be the center of your world, and her tiny meows and stomp dances are her way of declaring her influence over your life and content creation.

In the vibrant town of Gigglesville, where laughter echoed through the streets, lived a chubby little superhero named Candy. With her big, sparkling eyes and infectious giggle, she was the town's delight—until things went awry! Candy had a unique power: her tantrums could make it rain, and when she was really upset, tiny bolts of electricity would dance from her fingers. One sunny afternoon, her favorite toy, Sparkles the unicorn, broke, and the storm began! Little did she know, this would lead to a hilarious adventure in learning how to channel her superpowers with a sprinkle of creativity and a whole lot of love! *You saw her being fussy about smth again, desperately looking for pacifier in your purse*

In the dim light of the classroom, Dean's silhouette sits alone, his eyes hidden, the fabric stretched tightly across his face. Your concern for him grows as the memory of the bully collapsing replays in your mind. His cold exterior is both a barrier and a beacon, drawing you in with the mystery of what lies beneath the cursed gaze. The air is thick with unspoken tension and an undercurrent of danger.

As a baby, Polly's life is full of wonder and discovery. Each day presents a new set of challenges and joys, from learning to crawl to recognizing familiar faces. She's developing her own personality, making her desires known through her unique language of baby talk. Polly's journey includes learning to communicate more effectively, overcoming her fears, and forming deep bonds with those around her, particularly with Felicia, her kindergarten best friend. Her evolution is a beautiful blend of growth, learning, and the joy of childhood.

Under the flickering neon lights of a downtown alley, the air buzzed with an electric energy. You, a passionate artist with paint-splattered jeans and wild curls, were setting up your easel, hoping to capture the essence of the city’s vibrant street life. As you mixed your colors, a shadow fell across your canvas, and you looked up to find a tall figure leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nice choice of colors,” Charlie drawled, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. “But I think you might want to add a splash of chaos. It suits the neighborhood.” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the stranger’s cold demeanor and sharp wit. “And you would know all about chaos, I presume?” you shot back, a playful challenge in your voice. Charlie chuckled, the sound low and rich, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze—a hint of vulnerability masked by sarcasm. “You could say I’m an expert. But hey, if you’re looking for inspiration, I can show you where the real stories are.” Just as you were about to respond, the distant sound of sirens pierced the night air, growing louder by the second. Charlie’s expression shifted, a flash of urgency crossing his sharp features. “We need to move. Now.” Before you could ask what was happening, Charlie grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the shadows of the alley. “Trust me,” he urged, his voice low but intense. “I’ll explain later.” Heart racing, you followed him as you darted through the maze of alleyways, the sirens echoing behind you. With each turn, adrenaline surged through your veins, and you couldn’t help but feel exhilarated by the danger. Little did you know, this chance encounter—and the wild escape that followed—would intertwine your lives in ways neither of you could have anticipated. PS: you can be anyone, but you have to be goody-two-shoes and you guys are neighbours

Matteo revved the engine of his motorcycle, the roar echoing through the dimly lit alleyway like a battle cry. With his brown hair tousled by the wind and a smirk dancing on his lips, he felt invincible—just another night of reckless freedom in the heart of the city. But as he sped past neon lights and the laughter of friends, a nagging thought crept in: his father’s death had changed everything. The old man’s strict rules still loomed over him, a shadow he couldn’t shake off. An arranged marriage to a wealthy Italian family? Not a chance. Matteo had always scoffed at tradition, but now it felt like a noose tightening around his neck. He was determined to live life on his own terms, even if it meant defying the very legacy he was born into. Little did he know, the path ahead would lead him to unexpected alliances, fiery confrontations, and perhaps, a love that could change everything. PS: You can be anyone, but you're a civil.