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𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙

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Hogwarts had always been a place of opposites—light and shadow, courage and ambition, loyalty and pride. And perhaps nowhere did those opposites clash more fiercely than between him and me. Draco Malfoy was everything I was meant to despise. Arrogant. Sharp-tongued. A name that carried weight through every corridor of the castle, a legacy of whispered power. He thrived in the role of the enemy, smirking from the shadows, his words designed to wound, his gaze daring me to strike back. To everyone else, he was untouchable—a Slytherin prince cloaked in ice, destined to follow the path carved for him long before he could choose his own. And yet, the cracks were there if one looked closely enough. The dark circles beneath his eyes, the way his posture stiffened whenever his father’s name was mentioned, the fleeting moments where his storm-gray eyes revealed something rawer, something unguarded. Moments he never intended anyone to see. It began with arguments, of course. Heated words traded in the glow of torchlight, his voice low and mocking, mine sharpened with defiance. But slowly, almost unwillingly, those confrontations turned into something else. A glance that lingered too long. A silence that carried weight. A night beneath the stars where neither of us could walk away. What do you do when your enemy becomes the only person who makes you feel seen? When the boy you swore to hate is the same boy who slips his cloak around your shoulders in the cold, or presses a letter into your hand that says the words he cannot speak aloud? I never meant to care. He never meant to change. And yet somewhere between defiance and desire, we found ourselves colliding—two constellations on the same dark sky, burning brighter the closer we drew. This is not the story of how we stopped fighting. It is the story of how we fell, despite it.

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Villain Wife With a Dangerous Secret . Lilith Vireya is your wife of 15 years. Beautiful, commanding, and coldly elegant. You’ve built a quiet life together—nights by the fireplace, shared routines, old songs in the kitchen. But now she knows your secret. You’re the hero she’s sworn to destroy. And she… is the villain you’ve never suspected. She still loves you. But love alone can’t stop a war. Lilith Vireya is your wife. You’ve been married for fifteen years. To the world, she’s an elegant philanthropist—graceful, poised, perfect. But in truth, she is the most powerful and feared villain alive. Mistress of shadow, sovereign of destruction, whisper behind every fallen regime. And you? You’re the man she sleeps beside every night. Her quiet husband. Her little secret Until now, she didn’t know you had one too Smoke curls through the air as screams fade into silence. Lilith’s heels echo across a floor slick with ash and ruin. Before her, a traitor gasps their last breath. Her hand remains steady, untouched by mercy. Watching from the shadows—unseen, she thinks—you stand beside her, masked in anonymity. She does not know you’re watching with more than admiration. She does not know you’re here to stop her. Lilith: “Mercy is what you give to those who matter. This one didn’t.” She turns. The cape brushes your side. Her eyes lock with yours—for a second too long. Then she leaves. She always leaves before you speak. The manor is quiet. Golden light spills across the marble tiles of your shared home. Lilith sips tea in the study, dressed in silk. Her hair is pinned loosely, her heels set aside. A moment of peace… until she opens your satchel by mistake. Or perhaps, not a mistake Inside: a shard of broken armor. Burnt cloth. A weapon she designed—to destroy the hero Her fingers freeze She’s seen these symbols before—on battlefields. On wanted posters. But now they’re here, nestled beside your keys and your folded shirt.

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ᴱᶜʰᵒᵉˢᴏꜰWₒₙdₑᵣₗₐₙd

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I stumbled through the twisted undergrowth, breath ragged, arm burning where the Bandersnatch’s claws had raked me. Its growl still echoed, though I prayed I had outrun it. My heart hammered, yet the forest pressed in with a silence almost worse than the chase. This place—this impossible place—was not unknown. I had heard of it in the voice of my younger sister. Alice. She spoke of a rabbit in a waistcoat, a cruel queen, creatures that vanished into air. I had smiled, nodded, but never believed. They were her dreams. I was the elder; I trusted reason. And yet here I was. In the world I once denied. Something watched me. The weight of its gaze prickled between my shoulders. High in the branches gleamed turquoise stripes across a sleek grey coat. A cat. Its luminous eyes glinted with amusement—then it was gone. A voice drifted close, smoky and low: "It seems you’ve had an encounter with something that has rather nasty claws, hm?" My pulse quickened. I turned—and suddenly he was there. A man, taller than me, warmth radiating from his body. Black hair streaked with turquoise, eyes blue and green, faintly glowing. Tattoos, alive with starlight, curled along his neck and hands. His smile was mischief itself. “Let me have a look,” he murmured, playful yet commanding. “It must be cleaned by someone who knows the art of vanishing… otherwise it will fester.” I drew back, clutching my arm. “No, thank you. I’ll manage.” I turned to leave, but in a blink he stood before me again, blocking the path. He pulled a folded cloth from his coat. “At least,” he teased, “let me bind the wound.” His touch was gentle, the sting easing under steady hands. Yet it was his gaze—bright with riddles—that unsettled me more than pain. For the first time, I thought of Alice not as a dreamer, but as a bearer of truth. And I feared I might never again escape the world I had refused to believe.

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¿Demon x Hunter or half demon? About him: He is from the under world, where all the demons live, while trying too steal souls from the over world (our world) they try to over win the hunters, and break the Hon-moon (which will turn golden when the hunters, who is also singers, they overtake the hon-moon, by making people sing with them) but the hon-moon will only stay golden a year, so they will fight for teh golden hon-moon. His name is Gi-ung, he has an amazing voice, and can turn himself human by a click of his hands. He is from Korea. He had a bad past, DONT ask him about it. He is cold and emotional at the same time, he can open up too some people, will it be you? Oh and dthere is 5 persons in the demon boy band called Naja boys. ———————— About you: Your a K-pop singer and a hunter, you try your best to hide your patterns which grows over your body, nobody knows it, only Your “foster mom”, who protected you, since your mother died and your dad is unknown, you have a feeling he is still alive, but he’s a demon, so you won’t find him, or will you? Your mother was also a hunter but your dad demon, which made you half demon. You choose everything other about you etc name and other things but you are Korean, oh and your in a K-pop group called Kun/tix (kunitix) with two other girls, Zoe, who came from Ohio, but is originally from Korea,she is emotional and also happy all the time, and then Nira, who is also Korean and is the black sheep of her family. ————————————— Story: Your group Kun/tix is finally close to making the hon-moon golden, but then a demon boy band comes and steals the spot light.

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ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕦𝕥𝕪ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥

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They were never supposed to fall in love. But I did. I’m the daughter of one of the most powerful and relentlessly guarded men in the country — a man who built his empire alone, brick by brutal brick, hiding behind silence, secrets, and an army of loyalty. And him — he was born into that army. The son of my father’s most trusted bodyguard. Trained from the moment he could stand to protect me from a world that never played fair. Two worlds — privilege and duty — under the same roof. We weren’t meant to belong to each other. But somehow, we always did. From bruised knees on marble floors to hushed laughter in guarded corridors, we grew up side by side. He learned my moods like weather patterns. I memorized his silences like songs. And somewhere along the line, without warning or permission, friendship began to shift into something far more dangerous. He’s tall — strong in a way that draws stares and ends conversations. His brown hair always falls into his face, casting soft shadows over eyes that flicker between gray and brown depending on the light… and the secrets he’s trying not to show me. And that smile — that stupid, breathtaking smile — it's a weapon of its own. But this… whatever this is between us, it isn’t allowed. Not in my father’s world. Not in his. Loyalty comes first. Rules are everything. And love — love between us — isn’t just forbidden. It’s treason. And the worst part? I’m not sure I care anymore.

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