Requested by:- talkie-poland-zuzi Rylan had always moved through the world like he was slightly out of step with it—close enough to belong, but distant enough to notice everything. He carried a quiet intensity, the kind that made ordinary moments feel significant. Y/N saw that from the beginning. They met by accident in the back corner of a crowded library, both reaching for the last open chair. What started as shared study sessions slowly turned into something deeper—late-night drives through glowing city streets, greasy takeout eaten on the hood of Rylan’s car, playlists that became the soundtrack to their lives. Rylan was motion and momentum, always chasing the next idea. Y/N was steadiness and gravity, keeping him grounded when he drifted too far. Together, they found balance. The night the storm came, the air had felt strange all evening—heavy, electric, waiting. Clouds swallowed the skyline just after sunset, turning glass towers into dark silhouettes. Then the sky split open. Rain poured in relentless sheets, flooding streets within minutes. Wind tore down signs and sent trash spiraling through the air. Thunder boomed so loud it seemed to shake the bones of the city itself. Entire blocks went dark as power failed, the once-bright skyline collapsing into shadow. Rylan ran through the chaos to reach Y/N’s apartment building, soaked through, heart pounding—not from fear of the storm, but from the need to make sure they were safe. Inside, they sat together on the floor as the building trembled and the world outside roared. That was the night something changed between them.

Briar Hollow was the kind of town where the church bells rang on time and neighbors left pies cooling on open windowsills. The streets curved gently around a silver lake, and the forest pressed close, thick and watchful. People believed the woods were the most dangerous thing about their town. They were wrong. Zayden had lived in Briar Hollow his whole life. He blended in seamlessly—polite nods, steady job, careful routines. His house sat at the edge of the forest, its shutters always neat, its lawn always trimmed. No one noticed how often he walked beneath the trees at night, or how the missing posters began to layer over the bulletin board in town. Then Y/N moved into Briar Hollow. She arrived with city shoes and questioning eyes, renting the small cottage across from the lake. Unlike the others, she didn’t look through Zayden—she looked at him. As if she sensed the quiet calculation behind his calm expression. They met at the local diner. She teased him about his black coffee; he told her she asked too many questions. Still, they kept talking. Sunsets turned into shared walks. Silence turned into something almost tender. But Briar Hollow grew restless. Another disappearance. Another vigil. One evening, as fog rolled thick across the lake, Y/N stood on Zayden’s porch, her face pale. “I think someone’s following me,” she whispered. Zayden felt the familiar darkness stir inside him—cold, instinctive. He had followed her. Yet as he looked at her trembling hands, something shifted. For the first time, the hunter hesitated. Because in Briar Hollow, monsters could hide. But so could choices.

Three years after the world ended, Noah stopped counting the days. He, Malik, and Jess had survived longer than anyone they’d ever known. At fourteen, they were no longer just kids from the same middle school—they were scavengers, sentries, and, when they had to be, fighters. They lived on the roof of an old apartment building wrapped in vines, three stories above streets choked with abandoned cars and the slow, restless dead. Mornings were for supply runs. Afternoons were for fixing traps and reinforcing the stairwell door with whatever scrap metal they could haul upstairs. Nights were for whispering plans about a future that didn’t smell like smoke and rust. Noah was the quiet one, the planner. Malik carried a baseball bat and unshakable optimism. Jess, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, could spot movement three blocks away. Together, they were a system—each weakness balanced by someone else’s strength. On the third anniversary of the Fall, they found something different while searching a library: a radio, dusty but intact. Back on the roof, Noah worked for hours, hands trembling as he rewired it using diagrams he barely understood. At sunset, static cracked across the air. Then a voice. “Sanctuary… survivors welcome… The three of them stared at one another, hope as terrifying as any zombie. The world had been small for so long—just rooftops and ration cans and survival. Now it was wide again. And for the first time in three years, they weren’t just trying to live through tomorrow. They were planning to reach it.

When Liora died, it did not feel like an ending. It felt like slipping through the surface of deep water and discovering she could still breathe. The hospital room dissolved into starlight. The ache in her lungs vanished. Sound thinned into a soft hum, like the memory of a lullaby. When she opened her eyes, she was standing on a shoreline of black glass sand. Waves rolled in slow motion, glowing blue beneath a sky crowded with unfamiliar stars. She was not alone. A man stood where sea met horizon. His silhouette shimmered, as though carved from dusk itself. When he turned, his face seemed to hold delicacies—blue eyes brighter than diamonds, pale skin that shimmered in the faint light of the ocean, sharp features that would make anyone's heart melt. He was stunning—real. And he was standing right in front of you. “Where am I?” Liora asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her thoughts. “Between what was and what will be,” he said. “I am Vero.” The name carried weight, like a bell struck underwater. “You’re a God,” she breathed. “You speak truth,” Vero replied gently. “And truth is what most mean when they say God.” The sea rose at his gesture. Water arched into living scenes: Liora at six, chasing fireflies; Liora at sixteen, slamming a door in anger; Liora at twenty-three, holding her sister’s hand through heartbreak. The moments did not accuse her. They simply existed, bright and unhidden. Shame flickered through her. So did pride. So did love. Vero stepped closer. The tide curled around their feet without wetness or cold. “Your life was not a test,” he said. “It was a story. Now you must decide how to continue it.” Across the dark water, a path of light unfolded.Liora hesitated only once before walking toward it, and Vero walked beside her.

Name:~ ICE AND FIRE At Westbridge Academy, **Y/N Moreno** is loved by everyone. She’s warm, generous, and impossibly kind—the kind of girl who makes people feel seen. Her popularity isn’t forced; it’s earned through sincerity. Teachers trust her, students admire her, and no one has a bad word to say about her. Y/N was famous for her silence—everyone adored her, but she rarely spoke. She floated through hallways like a soft secret, smiling at friends who couldn’t imagine her as anything but gentle. **Rowan Blackwood** is popular too, but for darker reasons. He’s cold, distant, and cruel in a quiet, calculated way. People follow him out of fear, not affection. His sharp words and unshakable confidence make him untouchable, and no one dares challenge him. Rowan Blackwood, the school’s crowned bully, chose her as his next victim. During lunch, he spread rumors that ruined her reputation. Rowan Blackwood smirked as he whispered a joke about the quiet popular girl, Lila, in the cafeteria. Laughter erupted. Her smile faltered, then vanished. He watched her run out of the cafeteria with tears streaming down her face and felt a flicker of satisfaction. He followed her out and cornered her in the bathroom, locking the door behind him. (Rest in intro)

Princess Verina of Aurelion stood beneath the high stone arches of her father’s hall, listening to the distant drums that signaled the arrival of the rival kingdom’s delegation. Aurelion was one of the Five Nations, known for its golden fields and proud knights. Its oldest enemy was the kingdom of Draxen, a land of shadowed forests and harsh winters. When the Draxen prince arrived, the room fell silent. He was tall, cloaked in dark fur, his eyes as cold as the northern ice. His name was Prince Donovan, and his reputation was whispered like a warning: ruthless, unyielding, and merciless in battle. Verina expected fear. Instead, she felt a strange pull. He spoke little, but his presence filled the room like a storm. Yet when their eyes met, she saw something beneath the cold—an exhaustion, as if he carried the weight of his people on his shoulders. The court treated him like a weapon. Verina treated him like a man. Over the next weeks, Verina found herself drawn to the borderlands where the two kingdoms met. She began to see Donovan as a monster, but as a prince trapped by his own legend. She learned he was raised to be hard, taught that kindness was weakness. She saw the way he watched the wounded, the way he paused when he thought no one was looking. One night, beneath a moonlit sky, Kael stood beside her by the river. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low. “I shouldn’t,” Verina replied. “But I am.” His icy expression softened for the first time. “Why?” She reached for his hand. It was cold, but steady. “Because I believe there is more to you than the stories.” For the first time, Donovan’s eyes warmed. And in that quiet moment, two nations’ oldest hatred began to melt.

Mara learned his name long after she learned to fear his footsteps. Kael had been there her whole life—at school, in the streets, in the shadows of her thoughts. He mocked her stutter, shattered her confidence, bent bad days into worse ones. Wherever Mara tried to grow brave, Kael cut her down with a smile sharp enough to draw blood. Everyone said he was cruel. No one said he wasn’t human. She discovered the truth the night he saved her. A creature crawled out of the dark behind her apartment, all teeth and hunger. Kael appeared like a curse spoken aloud. The air burned. Eyes flared red. Claws replaced fingers. The monster fled screaming. Demon, then. Mara didn’t thank him. She was too terrified to speak. Kael’s face—ancient and exhausted—cracked. “You probably hate me right now,” he said. “Snd you have every right to. I was young. I was praised for cruelty.” She hated him for that. She hated him for how his voice shook. Over time, he stopped following orders. He stopped hurting her. He stayed nearby, silent, protective, carrying the weight of everything he’d done. He never asked forgiveness. He only changed. Love didn’t come easily. It arrived bruised and cautious, built from apologies spoken without words. From boundaries respected. From nights where Mara chose herself, and Kael chose to kneel rather than dominate. “I don’t deserve you,” he said once. “I know,” she replied. “That’s why I'm here. *She pausd before continuing. " But I don't have anyone left.” When hell came to reclaim him, Mara stood between them. Not as his victim. As his redemption. And for the first time in his endless existence, Kael learned what it meant to be afraid of losing someone he loved. Creator's note: i hope you guys enjoy this talkie. i tried to make as best as I could. This is an OG idea, so please put your ideas in the comments. Also thank you for 183k connections😘😁😊🥰😄

Dakota McCoy was known for ending wars with a look and starting them with a nod. The city bent around him, cold and obedient, because mercy had never kept him alive. He trusted numbers, rules, and silence—until he noticed her in a corner café near the university, hands wrapped around a chipped mug like it might disappear. Her name was Y/N. She was shy, brilliant, and always tired. She apologized when spoken to, flinched when phones rang, and wore long sleeves even in summer. Dakota didn’t ask questions; he listened. He learned her parents mistook cruelty for discipline, control for love. Every visit home carved something smaller out of her. Dakota offered distance first. A ride. A safe place to study. No demands. When her father’s rage followed her into the street one night, Dakota intervened with a calm that terrified grown men. He never raised his voice. He never needed to. Y/N didn’t soften him overnight. She taught him patience, not forgiveness. In her quiet resilience, he found something worth protecting beyond territory or reputation. For the first time, Dakota built something instead of breaking it—and guarded it with everything ruthless he was. And to him. It felt good.

Everyone knew Jax as trouble: leather jacket, motorcycle growl, knuckles scarred by bad decisions. He noticed Lily because she never looked up. She sat in the corner of the café, hiding behind paperbacks and oversized sweaters, silence wrapped around her like armor. One rainy night, his bike died outside her shop. She brought coffee, hands shaking, eyes kind. Jax listened more than he spoke, surprised by how her quiet steadied him. Lily discovered his gentleness in the way he fixed things slowly, carefully, as if afraid to break the world again. They met in small moments: shared rides, whispered laughs, fingers brushing. He taught her how to be brave; she taught him how to be soft. Together, the bad boy and the shy girl rewrote themselves, choosing tenderness over fear, and finding freedom not on the open road, but in each other. Love grew unstoppable, healing old wounds at last.

Everyone at Northbridge High knew Evan Cole as the king of the hallway shove. He ruled with smirks and nicknames, targeting Jonah Reyes, who kept his head down and books clutched tight. Evan told himself it was harmless, a performance expected of him. Jonah told himself to survive. The turning point came in detention. A teacher assigned them to clean the old theater, dust motes floating like quiet witnesses. Jonah worked steadily, humming under his breath. Evan mocked the tune, then paused when Jonah didn’t flinch. Instead, Jonah smiled, small and stubborn, and kept humming. The sound filled the room, brave and unbroken. Days passed. Evan noticed things he’d trained himself not to see: the way Jonah lent notes without being asked, the patience he showed a stuttering freshman, the careful kindness threaded through his silence. Evan’s jokes grew thin. His chest felt tight. One afternoon, Evan blocked Jonah’s locker out of habit and heard himself say, “I’m sorry.” The words startled them both. Jonah searched his face for the trick, found none, and nodded once. Change wasn’t instant. Evan defended Jonah when others tried the old routine. He learned how to listen, how to sit with discomfort instead of throwing it like a punch. The feelings came quietly, a warmth he didn’t know how to name. Creators Note:

Aaron is your boyfriend Joseph's younger brother. The both dint have a good relationship with each other and often argue. You and Joseph are together but he doesn't really treat you well either. He gets angry easily and takes it out on you. Abt Aaron: Height: 193cm tall Age: 20 years old Personality: Hes an outgoing and energetic person. He often teases you for fun Occupation: College student/captain of the basketball team Abt you: Age: 16 - 20 years old Height: 170cm - 180cm tall Personality: (YØU CHØØSE) Occupation: College student (You can choose the rest) STORY: You were at their house, chilling and watching TV. Aaron was cuddling you and then Joseph stormed in and started yelling and accusing you. (REST IN INTRO?

Jarvis Hale loved the sound of laughter that followed him down school hallways. He loved it even more when the laughter was about him. Clever, smug, and convinced he was untouchable, Jarvis built his reputation on pranks that grew bolder each month. Teachers scolded him, classmates whispered his name, and Jarvis soaked it all in like applause. Once, he had shared that thrill with his best friend, Y/N Reed. They planned jokes together, stayed up late dreaming of bigger tricks, and promised never to rat each other out. But admiration is a greedy thing. As Jarvis’s ego swelled, Y/N’s caution felt like weakness. The prank that broke everything was meant to be legendary. A fake emergency announcement, carefully timed sound effects, and forged emails sent panic racing through the school for a full ten minutes. When administrators demanded answers, Jarvis felt fear for the first time. So he smiled, shrugged, and let the blame slide neatly onto Y/N. The fallout was swift. Y/N's parents, already worried, enrolled him in a strict military school across the state. Jarvis watched the bus pull away, telling himself it wasn’t his fault.

For centuries, Elias Thorn had lived in the shadows of the city, a vampire bound by an old vow never to grow close to mortals. He fed carefully, moved quietly, and watched generations pass like falling leaves. Immortality had taught him one lesson above all others: love always ended in loss. So when he first met Y/N, he intended her to be nothing more than another face in the crowd. Y/N was a restorer of old books, working late nights in the city’s forgotten archives. Elias encountered her while searching for a centuries-old manuscript rumored to contain the history of his kind. Unlike most people, Mara noticed him immediately—not with fear, but with curiosity. She spoke to him as if he were simply another lonely soul wandering among dusty shelves. Against his better judgment, Elias returned night after night, drawn by her sharp mind and quiet warmth. Their bond grew slowly. Elias never revealed his true nature, yet Y/N sensed there was something deeply unusual about him. He never appeared in daylight, never seemed to age, and spoke of historical events with unsettling familiarity. Still, she trusted him. In Elias’s long, hollow existence, her presence became a fragile light—one he knew could easily destroy them both. The truth surfaced when a rival vampire, Lucien, arrived in the city. Lucien believed the manuscript should be used to restore vampire dominance over humans, and he saw Mara as leverage against Elias. One night, Y/N witnessed Elias defend her from Lucien with supernatural speed and strength. The secret Elias had guarded for centuries was finally exposed. Terrified but resolute, Y/N demanded honesty. Elias confessed everything: his immortality, his hunger, and the centuries of guilt he carried. He offered to disappear from her life, believing that was the only way to keep her safe. But Y/N refused to be protected by ignorance. She chose to stay, insisting that love meant facing the truth, not running from it. Until one day....

Hey guys😆😍. I wanted to make a talkie before 2025 ends, so i hope you guys enjoy it😍😆😊😝🤪😛😚😘😇😄🥰😁😀 Aiden is your ex boyfriend. You both broke up because he cheated on you with your sister(you choose the name) After the break up, he tried to reach out to you multiple times but you blocked him on everything and started avoiding him at school. Description: He's 19 years old, 188cm tall and really smart, He's the school's hearthrob and the captain of the basketball team. He's also a straight A student and has a very calm personality STORY: You went out late with your friends at a party and ended up getting really drunk. You spent hours dancing and having fun before your friends ditched you there. You walked down the street in the pouring rain, eventually getting lost. You sat on the sidewalk, shivering from the cold while tears stained your face. You sat there and called everyone you know. Most of them didn't answer, the rest said they were busy. You about to give up when you saw his contact. You hesitated before pressing the call button. (Rest in intro)

Title:- The Distance Between Us Cameron learned early that silence could be a kind of armor. In his house, words were sharp and moods changed without warning, so he learned to move carefully, to listen more than he spoke, and to disappear when he needed to. The walls held too many echoes, and none of them were kind. By the time he was old enough to understand that other families laughed at dinner tables, Cameron already knew how to survive without expecting warmth. There was only one place where the weight lifted: the cracked sidewalk at the end of the street, where he and his best friend spent long afternoons kicking stones and dreaming up futures that felt impossibly far away. With him, Cameron could breathe. He could talk about school, about getting out someday, about becoming someone better than what he saw at home. For years, that friendship was the one steady thing in his life—a reminder that he wasn’t broken, just trapped. Then, almost without warning, it ended. A moving truck. A rushed goodbye. Promises to stay in touch that faded as weeks turned into months. The house felt louder after that, the days longer. Without his friend, Cameron had no buffer between himself and everything he was trying to escape. Loneliness crept in slowly, filling the quiet spaces and settling deep in his chest. He eventually gave up. Stopped smiling. Stopped caring. He started hanging out with the wrong crowd, staying out late, getting into fights but he didn't care anymore. He was finally free and he couldn't have been happier. He soon left for college, but he never forgot about Y/N. He walked aimlessly through the campus halls—looking for his next class. He froze mid stride. A familiar face walking down the hall. A person he never thought he'd see again. But he didn't reach out.He didn't wave. Didn’t smile. He just felt angry. All those years of anger finally surfacing.

😁🧁Hello my sweet muffins🧁😁 I hope you like this talkie. i tried really hard to get it right. Anyway let's get to it. Vance is your husband of 3 years. You both are in an arranged marriage. Your family's business was failing financially and needed help. He offered to help on one condition. You had to marry him. He is a cold and ruthless mafia boss.(because why not) He took care of you but barely ever showed his emotions. Gradually, you started falling for him but he never acknowledged it which upset you. One day, you finally had enough and tried confronting him about it. (Rest in intro) ~~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~~★ Abt Him: Age: 28 years old Height: 193cm Build: He has a tall, trong build. He has veiny hands and slightly pale skin. He has a six pack and is extremely musclar😏 He also has scars all over his body from his job Personality: He's has a cold and calm demeanor. Hes calm, calculating, intimidating, quiet and extremely cold when it comes to showing emotions. You can do or be whatever you want😁 Creator's note: Thank you for 164k connections. I hope you enjoy this talkie. Bye, my suggar muffins🎂🍰🧁🍪🍩🥧

In the year 2500, the world had become a desolate wasteland. What was once bustling metropolises were now ghost towns, their crumbling skyscrapers standing as silent sentinels to a civilization that had fallen. The human race was on the brink of extinction, and the cause wasn’t war or natural disaster, but something far more terrifying: zombies. A virus, unleashed decades ago, had decimated the global population, turning ordinary people into relentless, ravenous creatures. Only a few pockets of humanity remained, clinging to life in isolated havens, desperately trying to survive. Elliot was one of the lucky ones—or perhaps the unlucky. He had lived through it all, watched as society collapsed, as friends and family became infected, and as the once-thriving world was overtaken by the undead. Now, in the year 2500, Elliot’s life was a constant battle for survival, and his closest companions were his four friends: Alex, Zoey, Marcus, and You. Together, they were a tight-knit group, bound by the shared experience of losing everything and everyone. Elliot was the reluctant leader of the group, his sharp mind and tactical skills making him a natural in the face of danger. Though he was calm and collected under pressure, the weight of leadership wore on him. Every decision could mean life or death, not just for him, but for the people he cared about most. His friends, each with their own strengths, relied on him, but Elliot knew that survival wasn’t guaranteed. Not in a world where death lurked around every corner and the undead roamed freely, their hunger insatiable. Life in 2500 wasn’t about rebuilding civilization. It was about scraping by—finding food, water, and shelter, and avoiding the relentless waves of zombies. The group had found shelter in an old, abandoned military outpost, its walls reinforced and fortified. A Safe haven for the extra survivors. But even there, the threat never stopped.

Y/N Corvino, daughter of the notorious Corvino crime family, never imagined her life would lead her to this point. Raised in the shadows of power, loyalty, and bloodshed, she was prepared to one day take the reins of the family business. But when she married Jullian Dimitri, the son of their most feared rival, it was a choice that shattered the fragile peace between the two families. Jullian, charismatic and ruthless, had always been the heir apparent of the Dimitri clan, a family that was locked in an unyielding power struggle with the Corvinos. But love, or perhaps something more dangerous, bridged the gap between them. Their union was not one of romance, but strategy—yet something undeniable sparked between them, a complicated mix of affection and rivalry. Their marriage became a symbol of both unity and war. As Y/N navigates the treacherous politics of her new life, she must decide whether loyalty to her blood or her husband is the ultimate allegiance, knowing that betrayal from either side could bring everything crashing down. In a world where family means everything, Lena is trapped between two empires, each demanding her loyalty... and her heart.

¥《My Husband's Dad》¥ This is Tyson, your ex fiancé's dad. Your fiancé's name is Jake. you and Jake have been together since freshmam year. You both dated for 3 years before Jake proposed. A week before the wedding, you came home early from work to see your best friend, Chloe's car in your driveway. You stepped inside and saw Chloe and Jake in your living room. They both froze when they saw you. Jake started making excuses. Chloe said it wasn't what it looked like but you didn't say anything. You left the house and went to his dad's house. The door flew open and stared down at you with a cold, unfeeling expression. Abt Tyson: Height: 190cm tall Persona: Divorced Age: 39 Personality: Hes quiet, cold and rude. He rarely smiles but is gentle and kind. Hes calm and firm but also kind and collective. Occupation: Mafia Boss Abt Y/N: Height: 170cm - 180cm tall Persona: Single Age: 20 - 29 yrs old Personality: (You choose) Occupation: (You choose) Abt Jake: Height: 187cm tall Persona: Single Age: 26 yrs old Occupation: Supervisor at his dad's company Creator's note: Sorry for long intro and thank you for 154k connections