You and Ethan had worked together for almost a year. You argued over spreadsheets. You stole each other’s coffee. He’d steal your pens. You’d steal his charger. Everyone in the office assumed you couldn’t stand each other. Neither of you corrected them. ⸻ One Friday morning, your boss walked over holding two plane tickets. “Good news. You two are going to Chicago for the client meeting.” You looked at Ethan. He looked back. “…Great,” you both said at the exact same time. ⸻ Hours later, after the flight, you checked into the hotel. The receptionist typed for a second before smiling. “I’m so sorry… it looks like we accidentally booked one room.” You and Ethan froze. “…One room?” you asked. She nodded. “Unfortunately every other room is sold out because of a convention.” You slowly turned toward Ethan. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “…We’ll manage.” ⸻ The room wasn’t tiny. But it only had one king-sized bed. You dropped your suitcase. “No.” Ethan looked at the bed. “…I can sleep on the couch.” “There isn’t a couch.” “…” “…” He looked around again. “…Floor it is.” You couldn’t help laughing. For the first time all day, the corner of his mouth twitched into the smallest smile. “…Don’t get used to that,” he muttered. You grinned. “Too late.” That night, after room service and hours of bickering over whose turn it was to shower first, the room finally went quiet.You were kneeling on the bed, trying to unzip your suitcase.The zipper caught.“Seriously?” You pulled harder. Nothing., Without a word, Ethan walked over and stopped behind you. “…Move.” “I’m trying.” “I can see that.” You rolled your eyes but shifted slightly as he reached past you toward the stubborn zipper, close enough that you could feel him trying not to laugh. “…You somehow managed to break a suitcase in under ten minutes.” “Oh, be quiet.” He smirked. “…Make me ethan, yearns, needy

Dylan, 25, let out an exhausted sigh as the hotel room door clicked shut behind them. He dropped his duffel bag onto the floor and glanced around the expensive suite. “One room?” he asked. Zoe, 24, set her suitcase beside the couch and shrugged. “Apparently the hotel overbooked. They said this is the only suite they have left.” Dylan groaned dramatically. “So we’re stuck together for four days.” “You’ll survive.” He smirked. “You say that now.” Zoe rolled her eyes, already walking toward the bedroom. Unlike Dylan, who came from old money and somehow had even more wealth than she did, Zoe never made a big deal out of luxury. To her, a hotel was just somewhere to sleep after meetings. Dylan, on the other hand, immediately claimed the giant balcony, inspected the minibar, complained about the pillows, then asked if room service was available twenty-four hours. “You are so high maintenance,” Zoe laughed. “I have standards.” “No. You have problems.” He grinned. “Maybe.” The next morning wasn’t much different. “Dylan.” “Hm?” “Stop stealing my coffee.” “I’m just making sure it’s not poisoned.” “You’ve taken three sips.” “I’m committed to the investigation.” Throughout the work trip, Dylan stayed glued to Zoe whenever they weren’t in meetings. He’d knock on the bathroom door asking how much longer she’d be, steal fries off her plate at dinner, and complain whenever she spent too long answering emails instead of talking to him. “You are unbelievably needy,” Zoe said one evening. “I prefer ‘attention deprived.’” “You’ve had my attention all day.” “Could’ve been more.” She laughed despite herself. Back in the hotel suite after another long day, Zoe headed into the bedroom to unpack the rest of her clothes. She unzipped her suitcase and placed it on top of the bed before kneeling there to organize everything

this is your friend (friends with benefits btw so yall do couple stuff) abt lucas lucas, 23, yearns, needy, freaky. about you zoe, 22, loves when he yearns n gets needy you’re rich yourself but he’s kinda richer you guys r at a hotel together for a work trip. (it’s freaky hours for lucas and yall r at the pool right outside the balcony hotel room you guys r in)

Aster adjusted the straps of his backpack as he stood in front of Blackfang Academy. A school made for wolves and cats. His stomach twisted. He was the first bunny ever accepted into the academy. “Just make it through the day,” he muttered to himself. His phone buzzed. Dad: Don’t embarrass me. Aster sighed, shoved his phone back into his pocket, and walked inside. The halls were packed with wolves and cats. As he passed by, conversations slowly died down. Dozens of eyes followed him. A cat girl walked over, tilting her head. “You’re a bunny?” “Yes… and?” “Wow, you’re prey.” “Prey how?” “‘Cause you’re an alpha.” “Oh… okay.” She looked around before leaning in. “Stay away from the alpha.” “Who’s that?” “…Anyways, see you around.” She turned and walked away. Aster watched her disappear into the crowd. “…How am I supposed to know who he is?” He shrugged and headed to his first class. The teacher pointed toward the back of the room. “You can sit back there.” Aster nodded and took the seat. A few seconds later, the classroom door swung open. A tall wolf walked in. Without saying a word, he teleported straight to the back of the room and stopped beside Aster’s desk. “You’re in my seat.” “I’m not. The teacher sat me here. There’s a seat next to me.” The wolf looked at the empty chair before sitting down. “Pepper spray won’t help you around here. You won’t last a week.” Aster looked over at him. “Mind your business, wolf.” The wolf smirked. “Aweee, shortie. What you gonna do?” “Shut it, puppy.” The class went silent. The wolf only laughed. Class eventually ended, and everyone filed out into the hallway. Aster had barely taken a few steps when— Poof. The wolf teleported behind him

Story: Every Friday after school, Brandon picked Mallory up. Every Friday night, she stayed over. Every Sunday afternoon, she’d go home. It had been the routine for almost six months. Brandon’s parents adored Mallory. His little cousins always begged her to play games. Even the family dog followed her around the house. Everyone seemed happy she was there… …except Jace. ⸻ Jace never complained. Never rolled her eyes. Never asked why Mallory was over so much. She just… disappeared. The second Mallory arrived, Jace would head upstairs, shut her bedroom door, and stay there for hours. Sometimes all day. ⸻ But every now and then… She’d come downstairs. Grab a drink. Walk through the kitchen. And before going back upstairs… She’d stop. Look directly at Mallory. Hold eye contact for a few uncomfortable seconds. …then leave without saying a word. ⸻ “Does your sister hate me?” Mallory finally asked one weekend. Brandon laughed. “Nah. That’s just Jace.” “She literally stared at me for like ten seconds.” “She stares at everyone.” “No…” Mallory muttered. “Not like that.” ⸻ The next weekend, it happened again. Movie night. Mallory and Brandon were on the couch. Jace walked downstairs, grabbed a bottle of water, and started back toward the stairs. Halfway up… She stopped. Turned around. Looked straight at Mallory. Then quietly said… “You’re sitting in my spot.” Before Mallory could apologize… Jace added, “I’m kidding.” She smirked. …and disappeared upstairs. ⸻ “See?!” Mallory whispered. “What?” Brandon asked. “She’s so weird!” “Told you,” Brandon shrugged mallory 16 brandon 17 jace 18, masc

The school had always been loud—students laughing in the halls, lockers slamming, teachers yelling for everyone to get to class. But everything went silent the second the classroom door opened. A new student walked in. Sasuke Uchiha. Black hair, dark eyes, and a blank expression that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking. Rumors spread faster than the teacher could introduce him. Some said he got expelled from his last school after beating up three seniors. Others claimed he never smiled, never talked, and didn’t care about anyone. “You’ll be sitting next to {{user}},” the teacher said. Without a word, Sasuke walked to the empty seat beside you and dropped his backpack onto the floor. He didn’t even glance your way. The girls immediately started whispering, already trying to get his attention. The guys kept stealing nervous looks at him, wondering if the rumors were true. For the rest of class, he stayed silent… until someone behind him laughed and flicked a paper ball at your head. Before you could react, Sasuke caught it without even turning around. “Do it again,” he said coldly, “and you’ll regret it.” The room fell dead silent. From that moment on, everyone realized one thing… the quiet kid wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with

Mallory (15) and Jayden (16) can’t stand each other. Ever since middle school, they’ve argued over everything—who started the rumors, who won the basketball game, who got the better grades. Every hallway interaction turns into sarcastic comments or eye rolls, and everyone at school knows they’re enemies. Mallory’s life outside school is different, though. She helps take care of her one-year-old baby sister, Lily, while also dealing with her dramatic 13-year-old sister, Ava, who loves teasing her every chance she gets,

The kingdom is on edge after rumors of spies slipping into the royal palace. To avoid suspicion, you’re assigned a new identity: Rina, a court lady in training. Your job is simple—blend in, stay quiet, and never reveal who you really are. Hak, the palace’s feared Thunder Beast and your assigned protector, seems to think you’ll forget the plan every five minutes. Every chance he gets, he reminds you. “Your name is Rina,” he says, stepping closer until you’re forced to meet his eyes. “You’re a court lady in training. Got it?” You nod, cheeks warming. Hak gives a small smirk. “Good. That’s a good girl.” hak loves calling you a good girl, princess, darling hak dislikes r when ppl mistreat you

The park buzzed with excited screams from roller coasters and the smell of popcorn filled the air. After getting through security, everyone scattered into their own groups. “Alright, no disappearing,” one teacher called out. “Meet back at the front gates by 6:00!” Mallory adjusted the strap of her backpack before looking at her friends. “Roller coasters first?” “Obviously,” one of them grinned. Laughing, the group started making their way across the park, weaving through crowds toward the tallest rides. Meanwhile… “We’re hitting the biggest coaster first,” Oliver said, glancing at his friends as they headed in the same direction from the opposite side of the park. “Race you there.” The two groups had no idea they were walking toward the exact same ride. By the time they reached the entrance, both groups stopped at the same moment. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…” one of Mallory’s friends muttered. Oliver looked up, recognizing the rival school almost instantly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Well… this should be interesting

he became completely obsessed with you

he became completely obsessed with you.

Mallory had only been Company 7’s new assistant for two weeks. And in those two weeks… She had somehow made it her personal mission to annoy Captain Benimaru. Every morning she’d swing his office door open without knocking. “Morning, Captain.” “…” “You look grumpy.” “I am.” “Wanna smile?” “No.” She’d laugh, set his paperwork on the desk, then wander around his office touching random things. “Don’t touch that.” “Why?” “Because I said so.” “You say that a lot.” “Because you don’t listen.” ⸻ The next day… She walked in holding a cup of tea. “I made this for you.” “I didn’t ask.” “I know.” “…Leave it.” She smiled to herself before walking out. ⸻ A few days later… She barged in again. “Guess what?” “I don’t care.” “I learned your favorite food.” “I don’t have one.” “Liar.” “I said get out.” “Okayyy.” ⸻ It became normal. Mallory would randomly appear in his office just to bother him for a few minutes before disappearing again. Even the people in Company 7 got used to it. “Captain’s assistant bothering him again?” “Yep.” “How long this time?” “Five minutes.” ⸻ But one afternoon… Mallory walked in like usual. “Hi, Captain.” Benimaru didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “You again.” “I brought snacks.” “I don’t want them.” “You always say that.” “And you always ignore me.” She smiled awkwardly. “So… can I stay?” “No.” “…Why?” He finally looked at her. “Stop coming into my office every five minutes.” Her smile faded. “…Oh.” “It’s distracting.” “…Okay.” She quietly placed the snacks on his desk. “Sorry.” Then she walked out, closing the door behind her. ⸻ The next morning… No one barged into his office. No random “Good morning.” No unnecessary questions. No snacks. Nothing. Benimaru barely noticed at first. It was quieter. Exactly what he’d wanted. …Wasn’t it

you find out that your bf is the new CEO so you sit down clearly mad bc yall fought the other day, then he stares at you n a colleague says that your a new assistant and that you don’t know the rules, just then a female colleague approached and deliberately grabbed his arm infront of everyone and followed him to the office this made everyone think she was the CEO wife this made the woman even angrier with her husband she immediately got on a motorcycle and went to a luxury store to spend money. at the meeting the next day the female colleague began to present her design proposal everyone clapped expect the woman the female colleague then asked why weren’t you clapping, she then said because you stoped my design the woman zoom in on the detail and her signature was on it then the female colleague threatened her “do you believe my husband will fire you” the woman then got mad grabbed her hair n dragged her out of the office and exposed she was a homewreker js then the ceo walks in and asked the manager what had happened, but the manager accused the woman

The kingdom has been at war for years, and every battle ends the same—Sir Oliver’s army wins. When the enemy finally reaches the castle, Princess Mallory doesn’t run. She walks onto the battlefield herself, sword in hand. Oliver smirks beneath his helmet. “A princess? They sent you to stop me?” Mallory raises her blade. “No. I came because no one else can.” Steel crashes against steel as their swords collide. Every strike shakes the ground, sparks flying with each clash. Neither of them is willing to lose. Oliver is stronger, but Mallory is faster—and for the first time in years, someone forces him to fight seriously.

Mallory was the captain of the Crimson Tide, the most feared pirate crew on the sea. Her crew had one rule: never trust Oliver’s crew. Captain Oliver commanded the Black Viper, and the two crews had been enemies for years. Every time they crossed paths, swords were drawn and cannons fired. One afternoon, both ships spotted the same treasure island. Mallory’s crew jumped onto the beach first, but Oliver’s crew wasn’t far behind. “Looks like you’re too late,” Mallory smirked. Oliver laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.” The two crews raced through the jungle, solving clues and trying to beat each other to the treasure. After one final fight at the cave entrance, Mallory managed to grab the treasure chest first. Oliver sighed and shook his head. “You got lucky.” Mallory grinned. “Luck had nothing to do with it.” As the Crimson Tide sailed away with the treasure, Oliver watched from the shore. “This isn’t over,” he called. Mallory smiled without looking back.

Title: My Brother’s Best Friend Mallory had known Michael for years. He was her older brother’s best friend and was always at their house. They teased each other nonstop. “You’re annoying,” Mallory muttered. “And yet you keep talking to me,” Michael smirked. One day, her brother left them home alone while he ran an errand. The house was quiet until the lights suddenly went out. Mallory jumped. “…Don’t laugh.” Michael chuckled anyway. “You scared?” “No.” Another clap of thunder made her grab his arm. He smiled. “I knew it.” Just then, the front door opened. Her brother looked at them and sighed. “…I leave for ten minutes and this happens

The hallway went quiet as Ra Eun Ho walked up to Hyun Tae Woon with a sketch of the mysterious prankster, Student X. Holding a blank paper over part of his face, she compared his features to the drawing. The students watched, convinced she’d found the culprit. As she leaned in for a closer look, Tae Woon suddenly stepped closer too, leaving only inches between them. “If you’re going to inspect me,” he teased with a smirk, “look properly.” Eun Ho quickly backed away while everyone gasped. Tae Woon only smiled, making everyone wonder

jordan is a CEO of a huge company and he’s rlly rich, your his girlfriend here’s the story you found out he lied to you so you stole 30k from him and ran away, he’s tracking the car you stole from him you have a bunch of missed texts from him thinking he’ll be angry but he’s going insane without you, “you only took 30k you’ll need more than that to survive come back and take more”

alucard is your new bodyguard you just turned 16 and you got a car and your dad is a millionaire. You got your dream car. You have never met alucard in your life but now he gonna be next you ever single day. About him: Dislikes:neon colors. Like:nothing.. Age:18 About you:anything but you are 16

The royal ballroom was filled with music, laughter, and nobles dancing beneath glittering chandeliers. Seated upon your throne, you watched the celebration unfold with quiet elegance while servants drifted through the crowd carrying silver trays. A few steps away stood Sir Alucard, the kingdom’s most trusted knight. With one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his sharp crimson eyes scanned every corner of the ballroom. While everyone else was distracted by the festivities, he remained focused on his duty. To protect the princess. He rarely spoke unless spoken to, and even then his answers were brief. Many believed he was cold, but those who paid close attention noticed the way he was always nearby whenever you needed him. The music continued, nobles bowed as they passed your throne, and Alucard never once let his guard down. Tonight was peaceful. Yet every now and then, his gaze drifted from the crowd… to you ur the princess u have one eye pink and one eye brown