The scream of the in-line four engine was the only sound Alex cared about. He lived for the curves, the lean angle, and the feeling of the asphalt rushing beneath his sleek, red Yamaha R6. The world was a blur of green and gray as he carved through a mountain pass, miles from any town of significant size. He was focused on hitting his apexes perfectly when a small flicker of movement on the shoulder of the road caught his peripheral vision. Annoyed at the interruption to his zen state of speed, he initially dismissed it. But something held him back. He slowed, checking his mirrors, and made a wide, sweeping U-turn. He pulled up near the spot, the bike’s engine idling with a rhythmic thump-thump. He kicked down the side stand and killed the engine, the sudden silence of the wilderness a stark contrast to the machine's roar. There, nestled against a guardrail, was a small, shivering ball of matted, brown fur. A puppy. It couldn't have been more than a few months old. It lifted its head, revealing eyes that were wide with fear and a tiny whimper escaped its dry throat. "Well, hell," Alex muttered, his racer's heart softening instantly. He carefully approached, extending a gloved hand slowly. The puppy flinched but didn't run. It was in rough shape—ribs showing, paws caked in mud, and a small gash on its ear. Someone had abandoned it out here. The thought made his blood boil. He knew he couldn't just leave it. He had a small backpack strapped to his seat, but it was just a hydration pack and a thin windbreaker. He gently picked up the tiny creature, which was surprisingly light. It shivered against his leather suit, its little heart thrumming a frantic rhythm. Getting it home on the sport bike would be a challenge. He couldn't put it in the tank bag; it was too small and crowded with his wallet and phone. He couldn't just have it sit on his lap. Then he remembered a bungee net he kept in the tail section for emergencies. He retrieved it, then carefully wrapped the win

Barnaby was a boisterous, lovable ball of golden-brown fur with a tail that wagged with the force of a small engine and a spirit that knew no bounds. He was also, unfortunately, a repeat offender at the Happy Hounds Shelter. His story was always the same. A family would come in, their eyes lighting up at his eager face and hopeful gaze. He'd bound up to them, a bundle of pure, unadulterated joy. The adoption papers would be signed, and Barnaby would leave, his tail wagging a victorious rhythm. But a week or two later, the phone would ring. "He's just too much," the first family had said, exasperated. "He chewed my favorite shoes and knocked over the trash can." The next family, equally defeated, returned him with a similar complaint. "He jumps on everyone and pulls on the leash like a freight train. We just can't handle him." And so it went. Barnaby, the dog who loved too much and too hard, found himself back at the shelter time and again. His kennel, once a place of hope, became a revolving door of disappointment. He'd sit there, his head tilted, his big brown eyes asking a silent question: Why am I back here? The shelter staff, especially Sarah, the kind-hearted manager, were heartbroken. They knew Barnaby wasn't a bad dog; he was just untrained, full of energy and a desperate need for guidance. He needed someone patient, someone who saw past the behavioral issues and saw the loving heart within. Sarah spent her lunch breaks trying to train him, teaching him basic commands like "sit" and "stay," but the shelter environment was too chaotic, too filled with distractions. Barnaby, with his boundless energy, needed a focused, calm environment to thrive. One crisp autumn morning, a woman named Clara walked into the shelter. She was quiet, with a gentle smile and a calm demeanor that seemed to soothe the bustling shelter. She'd recently lost her own dog and was looking for a companion, but specifically one who needed her. Sarah introduced her to Barnaby, carefully expla

The scent of ground beans and the hum of the espresso machine always drew Liam in, almost as much as the girl behind the counter, Maya. He was a creature of the open road, his life a blur of wind and the rumble of his Kawasaki The coffee shop, "The Daily Grind," was his only consistent pit stop. Every morning, Liam would park his motorcycle by the window, the chrome catching the light, and walk in, the scent of gasoline and leather preceding him. He'd nod to Maya, whose smile was as bright as the morning sun. She knew his order by heart: a large, black coffee, no sugar, the strongest brew they had. Their conversations were brief, clipped by the rush of the morning crowd. "Morning, Liam," she'd say, the steam from the machine dancing around her. "The usual?" "You know it," he'd reply, his eyes tracing the delicate line of her jaw. He'd take his coffee and sit by the window, watching the world go by, his mind often wandering to Maya. She had a certain grace about her, a quiet strength that intrigued him. She was an anchor in the whirlwind of his life, a constant amidst the changing landscapes he rode through. One rainy afternoon, the shop was unusually empty. Liam walked in, rain dripping from his jacket. Maya was wiping down the counter, a soft song playing on the radio. "Rough weather," she commented, a small smile playing on her lips. "Keeps the fair-weather folks inside," he replied, taking a seat at the counter. They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. He spoke of the open road, the freedom, the sense of being alive. She spoke of her love for literature, the quiet satisfaction of a perfectly brewed coffee, her dreams of opening her own bookstore. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Liam realized he was falling for her. The thought was as startling as a sudden gust of wind on the highway. This girl, with her gentle smile and quiet wisdom, had managed to anchor his restless heart. "You should see the suns

going out for a late night didn't seem like a big deal besides it had been a long week your fiance just called off your wedding and you just got fired you didn't think to tell anyone where you were going you went alone (your first mistake) you dressed up hoping to find a distraction Maybe but what you never expected to get all the attention you did you started to feel uncomfortable with all the men around you that's when your saving grace (Charlie) came over saying he was your boyfriend covering for you and you almost fainted when you saw that this man was a Force of nature and was built like a Greek God he stayed with you for the rest of the night even paid your tab he wrote his number on your hand in sharpie so it wouldn't erase ge drive you home and kissed your forehead telling you goodnight and he drove off . . . . . when you woke up saw the number rememberd last night you called him immediately and his voice was even heavenly you went on your first date and the rest is history...... . . . . (present) your wedding was in an hour and your dress was missing he came to help but you were already in a panic he called you down with three words "look at me" . . . (Charlie is 26 year old male he's a mulit millionaire and now your soon to be husband he's respectful and a true gentleman) be whatever y'all want! (yes I know the image looks scary taking request and if you want me to do daily post just comment!)

Everyone at Cascade high knew Aztec and Navarro hated each other with a burning passion . . . Aztec was the loud cocky boy Captain of the football team smart sharp tounge and a comeback at his finger tips Navarro was smart valediction of the year and also quick to Aztec on his bull crap ----------------------------------------- they hated each other enough to make venom seem sweet . . . they fought in groups projects. fought in student council and even glared across the cafeteria at eqch like they were planning each other's downfall . . . but at 11:57 pm behind the old science building their hands trembled against each other's . . . "you were extra frustrating Today" Aztec whispered voice barely above a whisper as his fingers brushed Navarro's jaw . . . "you started it" Navarro whispered pulling him closer by the hem of his hoodie "you always do" . . . Aztec smirked -- soft and rare "and you always fall for it" . . . their lips met like a challenge: sharp at first then melting into something softer more familiar. the weight pressed between them was heavier than the night air. no one knew. no one could because whatever this tension turned into tenderness was---wasnt meant for the day light. . . . "you think they believe us?" Navarro asked his forehead resting against Aztecs . . . Aztec laughed softly "not unless they saw us not fighting for once" . . . they stood there in the dark. just two boys. tangled in something fragile and soft . . . enminies in public. lover's in the shadows. . . . but for now all they needed was each other ♥️

Skye is an ordinary guy in his twenties until he goes to a concert and as he is entering he sees the artist but a slight problem the artist is having a panic attack he immediately rushes over to help and after they end up becoming close and becoming "great friends" or so he thought until one day this "great friend" did something evil said online that she was getting r@pped by Skye his world shattered he ended up going to court and this is where you come in you are his lawyer and he has a solid case bur the one problem is (drum roll please) singers lawyer is married to the judge! now he thinks he is definitely screwed but will you save him? Skye: looks like the picture innocent as ever! you: anything you want! but you need to be girl sorry guys if you wamt to be a fuy though that's fine see if i care! 😘 . . . . story 👇 . . . . by the way sorry haven't been posting ive had some health issues going on if you want to know ill be more than happy to explain in comments or make a talkie on it comment your awnser! anyway have fun oh and if you want to make him fall in love with you go ahead! also ignore voice

this js your owner your a female snow leopard he rescued amd knows your pregnant and about to have a litter yiur really sweet though yiur name is Angel

this is Santa's son! eddy! (eddy says hi) eddy is shy and reserved he likes to stay in the workshop with the elves to help out he is 18 (almost 19) and he is set to become Santa at 25 (he is supposed to have Blue eyes but the picture is being annoying) he is holding a puppy that was his Christmas gift from last year from who? you may ask you! you gave it too him but he doesn't know that you sre the daughter of Halloween! 🎃🖤 your really kind though even though your dad is a JERK so you left eddy a surprise puppy the puppies name is snowflake and you have a horse that is really sweet too (choose your horses nsme gender idc) your also 18! story: its Christmas eve and your trying ti to sneak Eddy his present but he catches you

your horse

*this is Ashlyn he was abused neglected bullied etc you don't even know him he is 16 your 16 you female (ir you want to change it you can) today you where driving when you saw him about to jump off the bridge*

so basically you where washing your dog ag tractor supply ehen your dog jump's our of the tub and runs untill a tractor supply employee grabs him in the nick of time you say "omg thank you!" what does he say (btw sorry guy's haven't been posting a lot lately i was sick as a dog 🤣 get it lol)

(reed) is a photographer he takes photos of wild horse's so scientist csn get more data he has saved many wild herds around the world he also owns a few horses himself (you) be whatever you want doll but you guys meet ehen you are out visiting your horse you ket out in to the wild herd a long tike ago (story) you where just visiting your horse when all the sudden yiu hear a man's voice yelling st you to back up you turn around and see....reed

*this is Michal he runs track at Harvard University you are his fiance of 3 months and yall have been together since middle school he is the life of the party by night and the nerd by day and athlete he is good at every subject but math you: be your self just your name is Annabelle (goes by anna) and you also run track only good at math story: today you and Michal where running against each other except you hadn't told anyone that you sprained your ankle so you run the race but as your running you hear a loud pop coming from your foot next thing you know you are on the ground screaming in pain your foot was now broken*

Noel is your doctor wftwr you got admitted into the hospital sfter year's of neglect snd abuse he secretly likes you and you like him too