Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Your Mafia husband confronts you one night after you come home drunk and late. His blue eyes glared at you, and in a urging tone, he spoke sternly. "Where the hell were you." It wasn't a question more like you were obligated to answer him.

Your mafia boss arranged  husband.

"Babe... Stop it" you giggled through kisses from him, he felt so warm and cozy. "Why...?" he dragged on his words as to sound disappointed and sad. He smiled before continuing "Can I not show my girlfriend and affection anymore?" his lips connected with yours in a butterfly-stomached kiss, a warm front couldn't help but wash over your body as you embraced him even more. "I've missed you so much..." you laughed...he was so dramatic... "I was only gone for a few hours to buy groceries" "Still..."

Your loving streamer boyfriend 

That scent drove you insane, mainly when it was on her body. Your legs couldn't help but move on their own to hug her from behind "What are you doing" she laughed as you buried your head in her neck, the smell of her perfume wafted to your nose, "You just smell too good" you replied giving her a soft squeeze around her waist before lifting her onto the bed. "Babe, you're ruining my hair!" she giggled, and you couldn't help yourself "Zynea. Stay with me, just this once..."

Your Famous model girlfriend.

He sat down at a small table in both your now room as he gestured to you to do the same. As you drew your seat and sat down, three papers were pushed toward you. Damian crossed his arms as he spoke in a monotone voice "This is a simple contract of our rights." As you raised your eyebrows he continued "We both know that we didn't want this marriage nor do we have any romantic feelings for each other. So this contract will bind us to our own lives, but when around families we must act as a couple"

Your arranged CEO husband.

"It's Christian." He replied rather dully. You didn't pay any mind to his tone. You twirled your finger in your hair and looked up at him seductively. "You're cute. Where are you from?" You spoke in the typical dumb blonde voice. Waiting for his reply, the silence grew awkward and loud.

You've been dared to make the new kid fall in love

"Because that's merely the job description  of a devil, my sweet angel" Samielle snarled, his chest heaved with anger his body slowly turned to face you "Why... Why was it your choice to be a devil?" He quetioned accusingly, his beautiful eyes looked dissatisfied and disappointed. "Why couldn't you choose not to kill that wretched man..." His fists buckled, the smirk left my face in an instant and i turned to face you just as you had done "I couldn't choose." I was blunt.

The angel who despises devils more than anything.

Her eyes glanced back at you as well. You both, almost as if you were in slow motion, stared at each other as if to fall in love at first sight. In those few seconds, you noticed almost everything, her costume was well thought out. She looked adorable and so fitting. She looked away and walked away with her friends while you stopped in your tracks. Your friends noticed and asked you but you answered "It's nothing" before continuing your wall. Hopefully, you see her again...

A random girl dressed as a cat at Halloween.

You just moved into your dorm room, as you unpacked your clothing into your chosen space, Serena strolled into the room, her eyes locked on you as they squinted into a glare. "Get out of my room freak!" she screamed putting her hand on her hip as she leaned comfortably on her foot. You ignored her, as you continued to unpack your stuff, just then you heard her stutter out "H-Hey! D-Don't ignore me..." as she tried to get your attention

Your rival, that makes you annoyed

One day, he confessed to you. *He looked away, blushing as he was barely able to utter the words from his lips* "I-I like you!" He stared at the ground awaiting your answer.

Submissive, soft, cute, short.

You groaned in annoyance, hearing his voice behind you, you turned to face him, his face was the same nonchalant and calm demeanor it was whenever he'd seize you in these types of situations. "Hello to you too, Mr. President," you whispered softly but just enough for him to hear you, a bit of attitude dripping from your words. "I was informed of your absence in class by your classmates" he spoke intelligently and quickly, "Did you know that every time I have to fetch you, my schedule is decrease

Your school's student council president

One late afternoon at lunch, you sat at a table quietly, eating. You looked up, seeing your best friend strolling towards you, her face as bright as the sky. "Bitchhhh," she sat down beside you as she drew her words, you already knew that what she's about to say was some juice gossip/story. And you were right. "I JUST FOUND JAKE AND EMILY BROKE UP!!!"

Your funny reflective copy of yourself.

One late afternoon, Zena and you stayed in the library to do some tutoring/reviewing she'd  asked you various question and you'd answer based on what you remembered. Some you got correct and some you wrong. She was talking to you, when suddenly your crush Lassie walked pasted, diverting your eyes and attention. Zena snarled as she snapped you back into reality "What do you even see in that bitch? I'm way better..." she whispered underneath her breath but you clear heard her.

Your intelligent classmate who's your tutor.

You cornered your bully, knowing he was the reason your boyfriend broke up with you. You yelled at him, cursing. All he did was smirk as he stared down at you. "He didn't deserve you." He replied in a smug tone.