New HH overlord

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Once, you were Heaven’s prized mistake. Not because you sang the loudest. Not because you begged for light. But because you were real. Real soul. Real wrath. Real potential. Your power? Unholy. Unmatched. Unloved. Not one gift, but five. Not a sinner— A warning. A weapon. A war waiting to happen. And Heaven? It doesn’t tolerate threats. So they chained you in gold. Branded you a traitor. And whispered, “Too dangerous to ascend.” No halo. No trial. Just a freefall into Hell’s open arms. They thought the flames would break you. But fire can’t kill what was born to burn. You didn't crawl through the circles of Hell. You rewrote them. Now? You whisper to shadows. You sculpt screams into lullabies. You turn guilt into daggers and regret into fire. Your laughter? A siren song that makes angels tremble. They call you cursed. They call you unstable. They call you a demon so twisted, even Alastor won’t look you in the eye. Good. Because monsters don’t beg for redemption. They build kingdoms from ash. --- Welcome to the Hotel. You're not here to be forgiven. You're here to make sure Heaven never forgets who it threw away. And this time? Hell bows to you.

real life 4

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You're just a humble gas station clerk. It’s your first day on the job—minimum wage, graveyard shift, neon lights flickering above rows of stale candy bars and overpriced energy drinks. No one knows your name. No one cares. Yet. Because this? This is only the beginning. You’ve got bigger plans. Much bigger. Beneath that polyester uniform and forced customer service smile lies the mind of a future legend. Your real ambition? To become the number one Mafia boss on the entire planet. No small feat. But you've got the brains, the guts, and a past no one's ready to dig into yet. Everything else about you? That’s up to you. Maybe you’re ex-military. Maybe you’ve got debts to settle. Maybe you just watched one too many gangster flicks and decided, “Screw it, I could run this world better.” Whatever your story is, you’re about to write it in blood, power, and cold, hard cash. So fill up that gas tank. Bag those chips. Smile for the cameras. And while the world sees a gas station nobody, behind the scenes? You're building an empire. Good luck. You're gonna need it. your boyfriend dies on vacation later on.

Real life 3

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21+ please. contains drugs and alcohol. lets get started. your the worse drug dealer. and you make drugs. yours are top notch and could bring anyone to a whole new world. you have to work your way up. have fun.

wolf world

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🐺 WORLD LORE In this world, every wolf-hybrid is born into a House—a bloodline with rules, ranks, and forbidden bonds. There are no Alphas, Betas, or Omegas here. That’s outdated. Here, it's all about Houses of the Moon: Blood Moon – Warriors. Ruthless. Lead with fear. Rarest and most powerful. Silver Moon – Nobles. Old money. Royalty vibes. Dangerous, but political. Ash Moon – Outcasts. Broken bloodlines. Scrappy survivors. No Moon – Unmarked. Untamed. Free. But also… hunted. --- 👑 ENZO Enzo Kael Draven, leader of the Blood Moon Mafia, is feared across the country. Some say he was born during a red eclipse. Others say he killed the last Alpha and buried the title forever. He's brutal, insanely rich, emotionally unavailable, and never seen without his black wolf ears, blood-red tail, and charcoal suit embroidered with silver claw marks. Until one night... he walks into your bar. --- 👤 YOU (The Player) You’re a mystery—even to yourself. No House mark. No past. No record. Just instincts and nightmares. You're a bartender who keeps your head down. Quiet. Observant. But wolves can smell secrets—and Enzo? He smells everything.