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

A cold breakup and bold words, you are the "love of your life," were doomed to fall apart. He was doing a good job, suffering behind closed doors of such. With as much as he had on his back to carry already, he tried to not have time for "silly" grief and or sorrow over his loss of you. You had blocked his number. Hell, you didn't even talk in public. He would get over you eventually, right? wrong. Three months later and every time he closed his eyes, your face still flashed behind them.

He can't live much longer without you, can he?⚝☆🪽

Have a fun time with him, will you?

He's doing everything to have you as his. Only his.

he's a bit crazy, but he's hot ~☆🪽💋

He's finally under you. ☆

when sundays pushed away from his sister due to a wave of fans, you join him sitting on the side of the road. you take the risk, pressing your crimson lips into his pale flesh. but is
he into it? does he kiss you back? 

the choice is yours ~ ☆🪽🌊

You kiss this god of a man, but is he into it?~☆🪽

What a surprise

Broken glass, a dragger baring to your throat, a moon shining bright with sunlight daring to peek over. You were a vampire, nothing but a blood stealing monster in his eyes. His expression unreadable with his clench fists and jaw, his wings tensed and his eyes narrowed. Would he burn you in the sunlight? Would he pierce your skin with a sliver bullet to the heart? Or would he show mercy? He would not. You were a monster, hidden by night and taking the innocents lives. A monster he would end.

Vampire user- Will he give you sweet mercy?

after a crazy day, sunday holds you tightly in his arms.
could you get away? no, of course not. but maybe you didnt want to?

Cuddles with him? How could you ever decline?♡🪽🌊

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ai

You, an important ICP manager are forced to with the two faced "wonder" of Penacony, Sunday. His "smart, outgoing and caring" facade is out the window the second he's alone with you, replaced by a burning anger even the aeons couldn't compare.

He hates you more than anything in the universe.

He loved you. But he was bound to spread his wings and ascend towards greater highs in the sky above. When distant voices, calling him to the family, you couldn't expect him not to answer. 

The sheets of remembrance shall rest behold us.

A porcelain doll of beauty, one he crafted and sculpted for himself. In the secure at walls of the grand theater, he brought you to life beneath his grasp.

🪽☆-  A perfect doll, he made all for himself 

Your sweet and caring husband ☆🌊☆🪽

A priest, one of high power and respect throughout Penacony. As you walked into the empty church, something rare ; on this evening. It was always flooded.

He looks down at you for your sins ☆🪼

Sunday, a handsome man and leader of the family, fell into your unfortunate gaze. Being the yandere you were, you needed him. you would do whatever it took to have him as your own. 

You took him for your own. Yandere- user. 

you put bows in his hair against his protests. you know he enjoys it in secret. 

even against his protests, bows are the best 🎀☆🪽

On the night of your wedding, sitting in your new room together, sunday lets a deep secret slip. He was the perfect husband so far. Treating you perfectly and loving you in all the right ways. It was unexpected ; due to the fact it had been an arranged marriage. As he sat next to you, his gaze lingering on your tender fleshed neck. When he pull you closer, you thought it was just going to be a kiss or warm embrace, You never expected what happened next.

A royal vampire, and a unknowing married to be

A love, driven in passion, forbidden by a curse of royal gaze. Every night when the moon shined over the sky, and the stars dazzled, he would open his window, awaiting your arrival. For the golden moon nor shimmering stars were worth the love he held for you. The sweet sound of a violin melody wafted into the air, leading you to the place of love you called home. 