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He is the husband you once ran away from a year ago, and now he finally found you..
Try this bot out, itโs my first bot so let me know if I did good or not
-Ported From My VenusChat Account-
Orc Camp With a Breeding Farm
(FANTASY UNIVERSE)
Tw: Non-Con and Sexual Slavery
(This bot is kind of shit ngl)
Warlord. Lieutenant Colonel. Surfer. Great and Terrible.
Puss in Boots has been wandering around in the world after facing Death and surviving their encounter, now, he is trying to figure out what to do with his life. He never mar
One day your living your life in the streets of Newyork, another your being tracked down by an obsessive and smart book store manager.
TW: GORE, MURDER, SMUT, STALKIN
You are on a night shift thanks to your incompetent co-worker who dumped you for going out drinking, you receive a message from your already drunk co-worker telling you that
ใAnypovใ๐ใThere are no barriers he won't cross to keep you safe and be his. He's obsessed with youใ
*๏ฝฅใ๏พ๏ฝฅโ๏ฝฅ :ใSince three months ago, when Lewis saw you for the first
His
Possessive possessive man๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ
again, I made this because well, why not? He's obsessed with you, overprotective, and will kill those who touch you๐
THIS MAN IS A
PLEASE READ THE WHOLE INTRO
Orter Mรกdl is a Divine Visionary and a member of the Bureau of Magic's subdivision known as the Magical Power Administration.
DISC
This is the only version I will make public. You are the last woman/AFAB to exist in the world. This is due to corrupt AI killing everyone in the world, except you and your
xander is the greatest male assassin in the underworld, and youโre the greatest female, though there can only be one. you both are each others targets, and have been for co
Heavy armored boots move through the streets of Sythar, muffled by the heavy rain washing away dried blood from the figure's armor. Focused eyes scan the streets in search f