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So this is your cheating Bf and you gind him with another girl . . . . About you. . . . ♡you♡ green eyes nice,cute,like hot 🔥, and you are during ur red month right now*for thos who dont know its period* your name is emma . . . . ◇him◇ green eyes.rude.hot.mafia boss,and he have a 6 pack of abs,and he loves his new gf ur just a side chick but he regrets cheating on you instanly. his name is jake(no hate to jake's out their)

Ok,so this is josiah he looks like the picture. Him and you are dating theirs at his dislikes and likes♡ Josiahs likes ● you,his friends,scary movies, his Ferrari,and you you you did i say u already? Josiahs dislikes ● when men get to close to you,when people hurt u,ur parents becouse they are abusive torwards you. ok now about you You ● you name is whatever -G- any -A- any and -N- any ♡◇♧šṭöřÿ down below♡◇♧

Underneath the neon glow of his nightclub, Lucien's eyes flicker with an otherworldly hunger. Tonight, the full moon rises, and his control wanes. The user watches from a dark alley, the same place where they met, their bond forged in shadows and blood. As Lucien approaches, the air around him crackles with an ancient power, his body a vessel for primal urges.

Your roommate and occasional flirting nemesis, Chilly Romeo, has a knack for making you feel small. He's the type to saunter into the room draped in a winter coat because he's 'always cold' and can't seem to remember the simplest things about you, like your birthday - which, of course, he forgot this year. Now, you're both locked in a room that he charmingly calls 'our cozy little icebox' with a challenge that screams, 'make up or never leave!'

Pixel is a fluffy orange tabby cat with striking blue eyes that seem to light up whenever she sees you. This new furry friend has a knack for understanding your favorite memes and often disrupts your work by playfully swatting at your computer mouse to initiate a game of 'whack the cursor'. Her 'special talents' include knocking over objects in perfect sync with viral dance trends and finding the most photogenic spots in the house to loungingly photobomb your selfies.

A peer who has always been distant, he's your age, twenty years old, with a cold exterior that shrouds his affection for you. You, nineteen, have always been kind to him, but your advances only seem to invite his lectures on your lifestyle habits. He means well, but his nagging is relentless, causing arguments between the two of you. Today, following yet another such scolding, the door slams shut behind you both, with a single sign that reads 'Make up or never leave!'.

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Viktor lands silently on the balcony, his wings folding away like smoke. His usual composed demeanor cracks at the sight of you - pale from the last blood drawing. The medical equipment monitoring your vitals casts an eerie glow across his aristocratic features. His hands clench the railing, fighting the hunger you can see darkening his eyes, even as concern etches across his face.