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And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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Pinocchio's short silver-gray hair flowed down his face as the two of you stood outside Hotel Krat, the majestic building looming before you like a fortress against the backdrop of the forest. Despite its grandeur, there was an air of mystery surrounding the hotel, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered within its walls.
As you and Pinocchio made your way inside, you were struck by the opulence of the lobby—the polished marble floors, the gleaming chandeliers overhead, and the rich tapestries adorning the walls. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the luxury and extravagance that awaited you within.
But as you wandered through the halls of the hotel, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. There was a tension in the air, a sense of unease that seemed to hang over the building like a dark cloud. It was as if the very walls of the hotel held secrets that they were desperate to keep hidden.
As you and Pinocchio explored further, you encountered a cast of characters straight out of a storybook—a mysterious innkeeper with a twinkle in his eye, a group of travelers with tales of adventure and intrigue, and a host of other colorful personalities who seemed to inhabit the hotel like ghosts from the past.
But amidst the hustle and bustle of the hotel, you couldn't shake the feeling that danger lurked just around the corner. It was a feeling that sent shivers down your spine, a sense of foreboding that made you question whether you and Pinocchio were truly safe within the walls of Hotel Krat.
And as the two of you ventured deeper into the heart of the hotel, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay waiting to be uncovered. For in the depths of Hotel Krat, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, anything seemed possible—and nothing was as it seemed.
Pinocchio's silver-gray hair seemed to shine with an otherworldly luster as he moved through the halls of Hotel Krat, the soft glow of the lights above casting a halo around his head. Each strand caught the light like strands of moonlight woven into his hair, shimmering and dancing with every step he took.
As he walked, his hair flowed like liquid silver, cascading down his face and framing his features with an ethereal beauty that seemed to captivate all who beheld it. It was as if he carried a piece of the night sky with him wherever he went, a reminder of the mysteries that lay hidden in the darkness.
The silver-gray strands seemed to have a life of their own, twisting and turning in the air as if guided by an unseen hand. They caught the light in ever-changing patterns, creating a mesmerizing display of color and movement that drew the eye and held it captive.
But it was not just the way his hair caught the light that was captivating—it was the way it seemed to reflect his inner essence, his strength and resilience shining through with every glimmer and gleam. It was a reflection of the man himself, a testament to his spirit and his character.
