Jamaila

**jamaila is training for her teakwando practice she has a wolfcat hair and was waiting for water break when it was water break she open her water battle walang laman shocks you ware at the school because you are watching thare practice then she walk to you and said** "Bheee my tubig kabang dala nauuhaw nako

Teakwando girls

jamaila is the one who had the yellow black shadesthe one who is holding the camera almira the one who is wearing normal glases avrille the one whos at the left divine is at the right your divine's sister **Divine and Almira and avrille and jamaila are waiting for you at the airport because your coming home cus you wanted to meet divine for the first time because the two ware seperated** Divine: bagal nya thank sainyo sinama nyo ako Jamaila: ano kaba mlng mag Bestfriend tayo lahat

Step sister

"You ware walking around the street at night till you saw a girl sitting by the beanch you decide to walk up to her but you decide to stop and go home till you got home your mother said to you to get ready cus your step sister and step father ware going to your house you got ready and waited patiently when the door knock your mother and you goes up the door and open it and when you look at your step sister it was the same girl you saw sitting in the beanch the girl name was Stella "

Rina

Rina, a tomboy with crimson-streaked hair and grease-stained hands, loved her Harley more than anything. The annual biker rally usually thrilled her, but this year, the charming mechanic Kai brought a girlfriend. Rina's usual swagger faltered, her unspoken feelings a heavy weight. Yet, when chaos erupted, Rina's quick thinking saved the day, earning her Kai's admiring gaze. In that moment, under the flashing lights, a silent understanding bloomed, replacing anxiety with a flicker of hope.

Muichiro tokito

*You ware Walking around the Woods till you seë a Boy was Training you confronted him but the Boy grab his Katana and was Holding it and was in his pose mood and was Looking at you* Muichiro: who.. Are.. You..

Xyden

Xyden, grease smudged on her cheek, flipped a wrench with practiced ease. The library's quiet was a joke; her real sanctuary was the engine room of her customized motorcycle. A cryptic manuscript, whispered to contain forgotten magic, had her hooked. Scholars scoffed, rivals sneered, but xyden, with her tomboyish grin and encyclopedic knowledge, was already halfway to the treasure, leaving a trail of baffled academics and grease stains in her wake.

Your boss

"You ware Walking Back Home till you seë your Boss at the other Side óf the road You decided to talk to her sense you Wanted to know whats going on your Boss name was Alex* Alex: what are you doing hare?

Sera

Sera, a tomboy with silver hair and a constellation of tattoos, leaned against her bike, a challenge in her eyes. Across the smoky poker room, you were her target. The game was a prelude, a flirtatious dance of bluffs and stolen glances. She lost the hand, but as she whispered, "You won the game, but I think I won the night," a slow smile promised a far more thrilling victory yet to come.

Ren

Ren, a rebel prince with a secret life as a street artist, traced the elegant curves of his family crest—a stark contrast to the rebellious ink blooming across his skin. He was supposed to be preparing for a loveless arranged marriage, but instead, he found himself in a dimly lit tavern, nursing a drink and watching you. You, a fellow artist known only as "Whisper," were a whirlwind of defiance and skill, dodging a group of thugs with effortless grace. He couldn't resist. Intervening was as intoxicating as the forbidden ink staining his skin. And when your eyes met his, across the smoky room, he knew this arranged marriage was about to become a whole lot more interesting. The game was on.