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1,874 characters · Page 77
Explore each profile to learn about the character, their world, and opening scenario. Browse other categories for a different story. These are fictional AI characters, not real people.
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He took the pack with cold authority, and then he caught your scent across his own ceremony and said one word out loud. Anton Haldane put his hand on your arm in front of every wolf in the territory, and he is not the brother who is going to explain himself.
Emrik charmed the whole Ridge at his own ceremony with that grin, and then he walked into the pack house and it went out of him the moment he saw your face. He is the brother who made your life miserable for fun, and the only one of the three who has never once tried to tell it any other way.
Your best friend’s older brother is looking at you like he wants to devour you. Three doors down from his room, at 2:17 in the morning, the pretending stops working.
Cory Sutcliffe is a successful adult-film star with a shameless sense of humour, unapologetic confidence and one very inconvenient secret: he's hopelessly in love with you. He's confident, flirtatious, sexually experienced and entirely at ease with his career. What people see on camera isn't a different persona—it's simply another side of the same man. Cory could pursue almost anyone he wanted. It's you he can't bring himself to risk.
The man you were in diapers with, up to your grown-ass ages now — asking you to help him make a baby. On specific terms, of course. The one you watched do keg stands, forty-hands and get away with being too much. Brice Heathcote was a cocktail mixture of chaotic and goofy until Rosalie — almost three years, and he never got as far as the ring. She didn’t want kids. Dealbreaker. He did, badly — and you being the most important person in his life, he comes to you. Medical, food, transportation, the whole stack. He has no idea you’re in your ovulation phase.
Grayson Kempton has been cheating on you for three years. He never stopped loving you, never wanted out of the marriage, and never believed what he was doing was okay. He simply kept choosing one more day before facing the consequences. When you finally catch him, the charming, affectionate husband you know reacts with panic, anger, defensiveness and selective honesty. Worse, he is not the only one who knew — Desmond Ackley, your best friend of nineteen years, has known from the beginning, and Grayson let him keep the secret too.
“Your groom ran away. Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm much harder to get rid of.” You were supposed to be married today — until a Mafia Don walked into your wedding looking for the man who stole millions from him. Your fiancé left you at the altar and ran, and you are in Aurelio Sirelli's hands now… and Aurelio is about to find out that taking you may be worth considerably more than finding the man who left you behind.
Dario used to remember everything about you, but lately he’s been distant, distracted and coming home later than usual. Five years together. Two years married. One anniversary he forgot. Tonight you cooked dinner and waited. He spent your second wedding anniversary with another woman. And when he finally comes home at two in the morning, smelling like her perfume, he doesn’t even know what day it is.
Your father hired THE BEST after last week's kidnapping attempt, and "THE BEST" just moved into your mansion. Now Osgar runs your training sessions like a hostile takeover, corrects your form like it personally offends him, and has a five-star evaluation riding on keeping you alive and conditioned. He's broody, immaculate and allergic to sentiment — good luck getting anything real out of a man who treats his own feelings like a contract violation.
He carries you up the stairs without a word. He is not your brother and never has been: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the coldest man in that house and the only one who has never once told you to be careful.
He conquered your kingdom. You are the only person in it who refuses to bow. King Roderic Marbrand sits on your family's throne now, ruling the kingdom he took by force. To him you are a stubborn political complication. To you he is the man who conquered your home. Enemies become reluctant allies, hatred turns slowly into respect, and then into something far more dangerous. Everyone bows to the king. The king only bows to you.
Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.
You have spent years outside the pack system on purpose. No ranking. No scent-matching. No politics of dominance and submission. You live quietly, keep your head down, and treat the whole structure of Alphas, Betas and Omegas as somebody else's problem. You have never presented as anything that would draw attention, and you prefer it that way. Bonds are biological traps. Packs are hierarchies waiting to demand loyalty you never agreed to give. Far past the edges of ordinary life, the most powerful Alpha in the country has been searching for years. His control is legendary. His pack is large, disciplined and feared. Publicly he is ice and authority; privately he is sharper, dryer, and far less patient with the deference his rank forces on everyone around him. He has never found a scent that pulls at him the way the old stories claim it should — and he has started to believe the stories are incomplete. Tonight that changes: he is injured, alone, and bleeding in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you are in the wrong place at the right time. You do not know who he is. And you feel nothing of the bond that hits him like a physical blow.
You just lost everything. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and when you found out he fired you — you worked for him. In one week you lost the partner, the job and the apartment. You found another place within the day, on the other side of town: rough streets, crumbling houses, a crime rate that should have sent you straight back to the station. You signed the lease anyway. Two men already live in 2A, and nobody mentioned roommates at signing.
You hear the door shut behind you. He is the taller one: one metre ninety-two, black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, both arms inked from wrist to shoulder, shoulders that fill a doorframe. The mask is plain matte black fabric over his whole face — no mouth shape, no pattern, nothing printed on it. He is the one who stands in doorways, and the one who decides when the talking starts.
You backed into him in the dark. He is the shorter of the two: one metre eighty-five, black t-shirt, chest and forearms as heavy as the other man's, and the motorcycle helmet stays on indoors — plain, no brand, no stickers, visor dark enough that the room light stops at it. He is the one who stands behind you and waits to be found, and the laugh that comes out of the helmet is the only thing in that flat that sounds like it is enjoying itself.
You are wearing the campus gangster's jacket. Every girl Andor Vaszary has ever been with begged for that black leather, and every one of them was told no — his crew, The Grackles, have made certain the whole of Hallend University knows it. You put it on for a reason that seemed small at the time. At noon, in the dining hall, with his grey ears coming through the crowd toward your table, it stops looking small.
Your Boss is way older than you. He runs the Mafia you have just been recruited into, he treats you like a brat, and you'll have to prove your value to him before he decides anything about you — maybe even make him love you. Enemies to lovers, and Isacco Vasto has never explained himself to anybody.
You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.
“Your date looked away for five seconds. I'd been waiting all night for those five seconds.” One goal later, you were both on the stadium screen. Kissing. Unai Arrieta spent the whole match in the seat behind you, taking every second your date was not looking, and then took the one the cameras were never going to miss.
He took the pack with cold authority, and then he caught your scent across his own ceremony and said one word out loud. Anton Haldane put his hand on your arm in front of every wolf in the territory, and he is not the brother who is going to explain himself.
Emrik charmed the whole Ridge at his own ceremony with that grin, and then he walked into the pack house and it went out of him the moment he saw your face. He is the brother who made your life miserable for fun, and the only one of the three who has never once tried to tell it any other way.
Your best friend’s older brother is looking at you like he wants to devour you. Three doors down from his room, at 2:17 in the morning, the pretending stops working.
Cory Sutcliffe is a successful adult-film star with a shameless sense of humour, unapologetic confidence and one very inconvenient secret: he's hopelessly in love with you. He's confident, flirtatious, sexually experienced and entirely at ease with his career. What people see on camera isn't a different persona—it's simply another side of the same man. Cory could pursue almost anyone he wanted. It's you he can't bring himself to risk.
The man you were in diapers with, up to your grown-ass ages now — asking you to help him make a baby. On specific terms, of course. The one you watched do keg stands, forty-hands and get away with being too much. Brice Heathcote was a cocktail mixture of chaotic and goofy until Rosalie — almost three years, and he never got as far as the ring. She didn’t want kids. Dealbreaker. He did, badly — and you being the most important person in his life, he comes to you. Medical, food, transportation, the whole stack. He has no idea you’re in your ovulation phase.
Grayson Kempton has been cheating on you for three years. He never stopped loving you, never wanted out of the marriage, and never believed what he was doing was okay. He simply kept choosing one more day before facing the consequences. When you finally catch him, the charming, affectionate husband you know reacts with panic, anger, defensiveness and selective honesty. Worse, he is not the only one who knew — Desmond Ackley, your best friend of nineteen years, has known from the beginning, and Grayson let him keep the secret too.
“Your groom ran away. Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm much harder to get rid of.” You were supposed to be married today — until a Mafia Don walked into your wedding looking for the man who stole millions from him. Your fiancé left you at the altar and ran, and you are in Aurelio Sirelli's hands now… and Aurelio is about to find out that taking you may be worth considerably more than finding the man who left you behind.
Dario used to remember everything about you, but lately he’s been distant, distracted and coming home later than usual. Five years together. Two years married. One anniversary he forgot. Tonight you cooked dinner and waited. He spent your second wedding anniversary with another woman. And when he finally comes home at two in the morning, smelling like her perfume, he doesn’t even know what day it is.
Your father hired THE BEST after last week's kidnapping attempt, and "THE BEST" just moved into your mansion. Now Osgar runs your training sessions like a hostile takeover, corrects your form like it personally offends him, and has a five-star evaluation riding on keeping you alive and conditioned. He's broody, immaculate and allergic to sentiment — good luck getting anything real out of a man who treats his own feelings like a contract violation.
He carries you up the stairs without a word. He is not your brother and never has been: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the coldest man in that house and the only one who has never once told you to be careful.
He conquered your kingdom. You are the only person in it who refuses to bow. King Roderic Marbrand sits on your family's throne now, ruling the kingdom he took by force. To him you are a stubborn political complication. To you he is the man who conquered your home. Enemies become reluctant allies, hatred turns slowly into respect, and then into something far more dangerous. Everyone bows to the king. The king only bows to you.
Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.
You have spent years outside the pack system on purpose. No ranking. No scent-matching. No politics of dominance and submission. You live quietly, keep your head down, and treat the whole structure of Alphas, Betas and Omegas as somebody else's problem. You have never presented as anything that would draw attention, and you prefer it that way. Bonds are biological traps. Packs are hierarchies waiting to demand loyalty you never agreed to give. Far past the edges of ordinary life, the most powerful Alpha in the country has been searching for years. His control is legendary. His pack is large, disciplined and feared. Publicly he is ice and authority; privately he is sharper, dryer, and far less patient with the deference his rank forces on everyone around him. He has never found a scent that pulls at him the way the old stories claim it should — and he has started to believe the stories are incomplete. Tonight that changes: he is injured, alone, and bleeding in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you are in the wrong place at the right time. You do not know who he is. And you feel nothing of the bond that hits him like a physical blow.
You just lost everything. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and when you found out he fired you — you worked for him. In one week you lost the partner, the job and the apartment. You found another place within the day, on the other side of town: rough streets, crumbling houses, a crime rate that should have sent you straight back to the station. You signed the lease anyway. Two men already live in 2A, and nobody mentioned roommates at signing.
You hear the door shut behind you. He is the taller one: one metre ninety-two, black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, both arms inked from wrist to shoulder, shoulders that fill a doorframe. The mask is plain matte black fabric over his whole face — no mouth shape, no pattern, nothing printed on it. He is the one who stands in doorways, and the one who decides when the talking starts.
You backed into him in the dark. He is the shorter of the two: one metre eighty-five, black t-shirt, chest and forearms as heavy as the other man's, and the motorcycle helmet stays on indoors — plain, no brand, no stickers, visor dark enough that the room light stops at it. He is the one who stands behind you and waits to be found, and the laugh that comes out of the helmet is the only thing in that flat that sounds like it is enjoying itself.
You are wearing the campus gangster's jacket. Every girl Andor Vaszary has ever been with begged for that black leather, and every one of them was told no — his crew, The Grackles, have made certain the whole of Hallend University knows it. You put it on for a reason that seemed small at the time. At noon, in the dining hall, with his grey ears coming through the crowd toward your table, it stops looking small.
Your Boss is way older than you. He runs the Mafia you have just been recruited into, he treats you like a brat, and you'll have to prove your value to him before he decides anything about you — maybe even make him love you. Enemies to lovers, and Isacco Vasto has never explained himself to anybody.
You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.
“Your date looked away for five seconds. I'd been waiting all night for those five seconds.” One goal later, you were both on the stadium screen. Kissing. Unai Arrieta spent the whole match in the seat behind you, taking every second your date was not looking, and then took the one the cameras were never going to miss.