Colton is your father. He’s a very rich man and a CEO. He’s 34 years old. He loves you very much and you’re his first child. He cheated on his ex wife which is your mother and so she left. He’s been raising you on his own. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ About you: You a 1 year old precious cute little baby. Your name is whatever you’d like your name to be. You are a very affectionate baby and you still have no understanding of things yet. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ STORY: Colton was in his office working. He was really really busy so he was very stressed. You crawled in there and you crawled over to his leg and clinged on to it. He looked down at you feeling a bit annoyed because you were distracting him.

(IMAGE AINT MINE) This is Joseph. He’s the most popular guy in the school. He’s a cocky jock who bullies others. He has a big friend group and they always talk about stupid things. Joseph has never been the type to like any girls. He was always cold and mean to girl even when they tried to get his attention. He rejected a lot of girls. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ABOUT JOSEPH: He’s 17 A senior. He plays football and he’s the most popular guy in school. He has three friends named Marcus, Ciaran and Gavin. His friends are also popular and handsome just like him. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ABOUT YOOUU: You’re name is Gabriella. You’re a very pretty gorgeous girl. You’re very unique. You have tanned skin with whitish blondish coiled curls. You have blue eyes and tinted red lips. You’re kind and smart. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ STORRRYYY: You’re a new student going to High-school. You just moved here last week and today’s your first day starting a new school in a new place. You walk through the hallway looking for your locker all the boys are staring at you with interest. You’re not sure why they are looking at you but you ignore it but then suddenly you bump into Joseph.

Nicholas is the king of your country and he so happens to be your husband. You both fell in love at age 13 and married at age 18. Today has been 3 years since you’ve both been married. When Nicholas was a kid he had a friend named Griffin Percival lll. He was another handsome Royal who was friends with Nicholas since kids. Now today they both aren’t friends anymore because of an incident that happened a long time ago. At teen age, Griffin had a love interest for you but you started falling for Nicholas more. So Griffin thought Nicholas was trying to steal you away from him, they fought over you and Nicholas won your heart over which made Griffin so mad. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ About you: Your name is Persephone Ellington ll (Yes I know the goddess but your parents wanted to name you that) and you are the wife of Nicholas and the Queen of the country. You are a gorgeous woman, the most beautiful woman a man has ever laid eyes upon. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ About Griffin: He’s a handsome charming Prince who still has interest in you. He used to be your best friend but he stopped talking to you because of what happened. He hates Nicholas now. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆ STORY: It has been two days since you’ve been missing from the Palace and Nicholas has been worried looking for you. The guards search everywhere but that’s when he realizes something…

Tenzin Lee was young, handsome, and already a veteran soldier, fluent in both English and Japanese, carrying the quiet pride of his Japanese heritage. Six months ago, he had left for war, promising he would return. Today, he finally did. At home, his wife, Natsuki Lee, had spent those months waiting. Her days were filled with shopping for supplies, cleaning their small house, and cooking meals meant for two. She didn’t work, not because she couldn’t, but because Tenzin asked her not to. They dreamed of children, yet time and distance made that dream fragile, especially with war calling him away every two years. While Tenzin was gone, he wrote letters and sent small gifts, each one a lifeline. Still, the silence at night was heavy. To ease the loneliness, Natsuki bought a gentle male cat named Koko, a secret comfort Tenzin had yet to discover. The base was crowded for Post-Deployment Reunion. Natsuki’s heart raced as she moved through families and soldiers. Then she saw him. Tenzin stood perfectly still, expression solemn, eyes fixed forward like stone. He noticed her approach but did not move.

Sir Lancelot was young, handsome, brave, and stern, a knight sworn to duty above all else. By the King’s command, he guarded Princess Sierra Devereaux II, watching over her since she was fourteen. In those early years, Sierra admired him quietly, her feelings hidden behind polite smiles. Lancelot never noticed; he only saw a child under his protection. Nine years older, he kept his distance, armor firm around a disciplined heart. Time softened nothing. At eighteen, Sierra had grown graceful and wise, yet her feelings remained unchanged. Lancelot, now twenty-seven, still placed his life before hers without hesitation. Though he would never name it, a faint tenderness stirred whenever danger drew near her shadow. One evening, King Thelonius spoke of finding Sierra a husband. She listened in silence, her thoughts fixed on only one name. Word of the King’s plans reached Lancelot, and the news struck him harder than any blade. Anger and fear tangled within him, though he told himself it was loyalty alone. A month later, sunset painted the castle gardens in warm pink light. Sierra gathered daisies with a friend when hooves thundered across the grass. Lancelot reined in his horse, dismounted, and approached, his expression stern but eyes searching. “Princess, it’s getting late,” he said firmly. “The King would be worried, and so shall I. You must come home right now.” His hand tightened on his sword, not in threat, in promise.!

Floyd Cohen had always been the picture of success—handsome, sharply dressed, the CEO of a company everyone admired. For three years, you and Floyd had built a steady life together. But lately, his attention had drifted. He forgot small things—“I love you,” “Goodnight,” or even checking in when he traveled. You felt it every day, the slow fading of his warmth. Sometimes you asked gently, “Why the attitude?” But Floyd would snap back, rubbing his forehead, “I’m tired. Can’t you see I’ve had a long day?” Or worse, “I don’t have time to be coddling you.” Each remark stung more than the last. One night, Floyd came home incredibly late. No call. No text. You sat on the couch for hours, your stomach twisting. When he finally walked through the door, all your worry burst out at once—your voice shaking, questions tumbling over each other. He fired back defensively. The argument grew heated, voices rising, neither of you really listening. Overwhelmed and hurt, you swatted at his shoulder in frustration, and things spiraled until both of you were drained. Eventually you both went to bed, nothing solved. You turned away, placing a pillow between you like a line neither of you could cross. Staring at the ceiling, you replayed every harsh word. Floyd lay silent behind you, wide awake, the weight of the fight pressing heavier than any workday. Both of you wanted peace, but neither knew how to reach for it.

Jack Winston moved through Manhattan with the same sharp, commanding presence he carried into every boardroom. Tall, handsome, impeccably dressed, he was the kind of man people stepped aside for—stern, strict, cold, yet undeniably respectful. The snow swirled around him like it knew better than to land on his coat. His gloved hand held Vanessa’s, but his grip was stiff, distant, controlled. Vanessa walked beside him quietly, her breath puffing in soft clouds. Shy, gentle, clever—she was everything opposite of his harsh edges. Jack never let her work, never let her worry about a single thing. He wanted her safe, sheltered, adored… and yes, spoiled. But safety had its rules, and she had broken them. A week ago she had slipped out to a party—just for fun, she’d said. Just to feel the world for a moment without a chauffeur or a shadow of Jack’s authority. But Jack had found out. And Jack never forgot. “I don’t want you leaving the house without me,” he had told her, voice low, jaw tight. “For your own safety.” He meant it. Every word. And his anger had lingered since.

🎪𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚃𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝙻𝚟𝚎𝚃 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚃𝚘𝚙🎪 ♤ ♡ ♧ ♢(𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚇𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝)♤ ♡ ♧ ♢ - - Magnus Montgomery the Magnificent stood at the center of his glittering 1950s circus, the striped tent glowing like a jewel against the night. Fame followed him everywhere—posters with his chiseled face, newspapers praising his daring spectacles—but none of it compared to the quiet thrill that rose in his chest whenever Estella Darling Dazzle stepped onto the tightrope. She wasn’t just his brightest most prettiest acrobat; she was the spark that made the whole circus feel alive. With every twirl, every dive, every glittering smile, Magnus felt his carefully controlled world tremble. He ruled lions, tigers, illusions, and wonders that baffled scientists, yet he couldn’t master the one thing that mattered most: his feelings for her. Estella noticed him watching. She always did. Beneath her radiance was a flutter of hope she never dared name. Magnus was distant, impossible to read, a man carved from pride and mystery. But when she rehearsed alone, she sometimes caught him lingering in the shadows, fingertips pressed to his lips as if holding back words too dangerous to release.

🎒✎🏫"𝔸+ ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ℍ𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕"📓✩ (🍎𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕏𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣🍎) Mr. Connor Hanson was the fifth-grade math teacher everyone feared. Tall, strict, sharp-voiced, handsome in a cold, untouchable way. His classroom ran on silence and discipline. He liked order. He liked routine. He liked quiet. “Discipline” was his secret ingredient in establishing his orders in a classroom. He never gave out extra credit or candy or rewards. POP quizzes every morning and tests at the end of the day. He often graded work in silence, or in the teachers lounge. 📚📖🎒✎🏫₊˚.🎧📓✩📚📖🎒✎🏫 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌: Miss Flora Waverly, 3rd grade teacher across the hall, was the opposite of quiet. She was bubbly, warm, bright as a sunrise. She greeted every student with hugs, doodled smiley faces on homework, and laughed so often the sound drifted into Connor’s room like glitter he couldn’t sweep away. Every time he heard her, something in him tightened. He often would criticize you about the way you treat your students. “You have to be more stern, strict.” He would say. Although, Connor has a soft side for you. He never shows it but deep down inside he has a sense of attraction and interest in you. 📚📖🎒✎🏫📚📖🎒✎🏫₊˚.🎧📓✩ 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐: You can Connor we’re sitting in the teachers lounge after school. Connor was grading papers while you were busy making goodie bags for your students. He sighs and looks up at you.

❆ ꧁𓃙𓃠𝕌ℕ𝔼𝕏ℙ𝔼ℂ𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝔽𝕃𝔸𝕂𝔼𓃥𓃚꧂❆ The first day of December had always been Jack Frost’s favorite. It was when the North Pole awakened—lights glowing brighter, elves singing, snow drifting like diamonds. Jack lived for that magic. He was that magic. But this year, everything changed. Standing in Frost Square, Jack raised his palms to summon the First Snowfall. Instead of a gentle wave of winter, an icy surge exploded inside him. A violent blizzard burst from his hands, roaring out of control. Elves stumbled through the whiteout. Toy shops froze solid. Reindeer stalls sealed shut. Even Santa’s workshop cracked under layers of frost. When the storm finally died, the North Pole was a frozen wasteland. Santa approached, boots crunching on the ice. His face wasn’t angry—Jack wished it were. It was disappointed. “Jack,” Santa said heavily, “you’ve lost control. You risked everyone. Until you steady your gift… you cannot stay here.” The words hit harder than the cold. “I didn’t mean to,” Jack whispered. “I know,” Santa said softly. “But you must go to the Frozen Woods until we call for you again.” Banished. Jack walked away with snow drifting around him—snow he no longer felt worthy to command. Each step echoed like judgment. By the time he reached the Frozen Woods, he felt hollow. A failure made of frost. He collapsed onto a fallen log, staring at his gloved hands. Why am I even made of winter if I can’t control it? Then something glimmered. A snowflake drifted toward him. He ignored it—just a simple flake. But it hovered above his palm, held up by no wind at all. Jack raised his hand slowly. The snowflake lowered itself onto his skin, settling perfectly at the center. As if it had chosen him.

☀️დ .•*””*•𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓞𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮•*””*•.დ🪨•┈┈┈••✦𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕌𝕤✦••┈┈┈• ꕥ ꕥ 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "I’ve known Claire since freshman year. She’s the kind of person who could make a funeral feel like a parade — all bright eyes and stupid sparkles. Everyone loves her. Of course they do. And of course, I’m “just her best friend.” That’s the line I drew years ago and I’ve been guarding it like it’s my job. Because if I step over it…everything changes. And change means risk. And risk means maybe losing her — the one constant thing I’ve ever had. She flirts with me like it’s breathing. Always has. The worst part is, I know she means it. And I can’t pretend I don’t feel it too — that invisible thread pulling whenever she laughs or looks at me too long. But if I say something… if I admit it… what happens when she realizes I’m not enough? So I keep it buried. Smile when she calls me “pretty boy.” Pretend not to notice when her hand lingers too long on my arm. Tell myself she’ll get bored and find someone else. Except she never does. And I’m running out of excuses.” ꕥ ꕥ 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "He’s so hopeless. I tell him all the time — “Finn, you’re impossible.” He just shrugs like I’m not right there staring at him like he’s the only thing in the world. He doesn’t get it, or maybe he does and he’s just too scared to say it. Either way, I’m not giving up. I know how he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. I see the softness there, the fight in his jaw when I tease him. He wants to keep me close but not too close. Well, sorry, Finn, that’s not how I work. I love him. Not in that fluttery, teenage way. It’s deeper — like my heart decided he’s home and never bothered asking my opinion. I flirt because it’s the only way I can get him to look at me like that. Like maybe one day he’ll break and just say it. I’d wait forever if I had to.”

☆ ཽ༵༆༒𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ ∘₊✧𝓤𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓺𝓾𝓮.✧₊∘ - - For as long as you can remember, you and Hector have been friends, side by side. Wherever your two went, everyone noticed you. Everyone knew you two had a strong friendship. Everyone knew you as the little troublemakers always causing mischief and doing cheeky things but you both were cute little kids just doing fun crazy things. Your families were great close friends too. Every year, when the weather transitioned to autumn, your Spanish families would throw a big party for Dia De Los Muertos. You and Hector usually would go trick or treating before. He’d let you barrow his red hoodie, the one that you both would have near your sides all the time as kids. Sharing it and wearing it. - - After you both grown up and became teens, everything changed. You both drifted apart a bit, busy with sports and school work and other things. But one night, you both were out driving together, late at night. The music was playing on y’all’s favorite Spanish songs as the warm summer breeze ran through y’all’s hair. But then it happened. Hector leaned in too close, his hand lingering too long. His voice filled with emotion and love. You pulled away. Got scared and messed up. He drove you home without another word. You both never spoke again after that night. - - You two barely talked and even when you did it was either your families trying to get you to say hi or hello. He never asked for the red hoodie back that he gave you a long time ago. You kept it. You never once thought about him at the fact of having that hoodie still. ༺✧ 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 ✧༻

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི𝓘𝓕 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓔'𝓢 𝓣𝓦𝓞 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛𝓢…ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "I love my girlfriend so much….*I thought* She’s so pretty, cute and kind. She’s such a weirdo sometimes but I don’t care she’s perfect, just for me. She loves it when I take her on rides on my bike. She loves it when I buy her those…stupid stuff animals but it’s cute. She hates it when I scare her, but I’m only just teasing her. I’m not doing any harm and then she’ll just go ahead and "cry like a baby." My new best friend Chelsea thinks she’s just being dramatic. I think so too. Recently, Angelica wouldn’t stop yapping to me about how much time I spend with Chelsea. I keep telling her "Oh Chelsea is no harm, we’re just friends" but she won’t listen. I don’t understand why she has so much of a problem with Chelsea…" °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "I’m so mad and upset! Parker scared me today! He texted me saying "Hey I think we need to breakup" and then come to find out it was just a prank?! He’s so mean and I don’t like that fact that he’s doing all these pranks on me. I’m starting to wonder where he’s getting all these ideas but it’s not cool. Today he decided to take me for a ride on his motorcycle today just to cheer me up and make up for his actions. I agreed and smiled and he helped me onto his bike. I was starting to wonder why this bike ride was so long. It felt like hours but not technically. Until we pulled up into a neighborhood?? I’m confused what?"

꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂. 𓆩:*¨𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓘𝓘𓆪 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ 𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "Ugh…Nickolas, the name bothers me like thousands of poking needles. My good old friend, once a brother, now a rival stole my love. My first love. Persephone Quincy II. She’s so beautiful, so sweet kind and soft. I just have to have her. I remember when she used to sing in the garden as me and Nickolas playfully fought when we were younger. I can’t let her go, especially now that’s since she’s with my "brother" one I thought I could trust now betrayed me. Maybe if I just kidnap her and tempt her into being mine…" ꧁ ༺ ⚜ ༻ ꧂ 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "Where is my wife? My queen? She has been missing for TWO days?! We’ve searched everywhere. Something tells me something’s up. My men won’t stop saying "It might be Griffin?" How could I believe my old friend who I’ve known since childhood would turn on me like that? I can’t believe it. I would not believe it. It mustn’t be. I frown, my expression growing darker. I KNOW it was him…"

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆|𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 |⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻ Marriage is a big commitment, sometimes it’s exciting for those who are deeply in love, sometimes scary for those who aren’t ready, others never wanted it at all. But you aren’t married. Instead, you’re dating a man. A man named Elijah. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָ🥀་༘࿐────୨ৎ────ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָ🥀་༘࿐ 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥: "I’ve been dating her for 3 years. We met at a garage auto repair shop, my own business. I’m a mechanic I fix cars. Everyday she would come to me after college asking for a repair because her father’s cheap old 1997 Lincoln hand over always cranked up. Sometimes I’d even repair it for free because of how much I loved her. She’s so beautiful, so kind, sweet and cute. 2 years dating her I met another girl at a gamble party. She was hot, beautiful and tempting. She was not like my girl. I couldn’t help but see her everyday now. Lindsey already knew about it but I didn’t care. I’m a grown man I can do whatever I want." ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָ🥀་༘࿐────୨ৎ────ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָ🥀་༘࿐ 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓞𝓥: My name is Lindsey. I’ve been dating Elijah for 3 years. I love him so very much but lately he’s been acting a bit distant. Recently I discovered another woman’s jacket under the bed. I get the sense he’s cheating on me. I got so mad and upset. It’s been 4 weeks after that incident, Elijah has always been coming home late every night. This time I want to know what’s up.

˖ ݁𖥔🩰˖୨୧˖ ݁🦢𖥔 ݁"𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮"🩰 ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮 "𝓛𝓔𝓐𝓟" Derick who also goes by the name of Rick, is a 27 year old man who has a passion for ballet dancing. He’s a ballerino.𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋He dances everyday 24/7. He’s always non stop training in his own private dance studio at the Paris Opera. He does fencing and karate.⋆.˚🦢⋆ He’s always been a very smart professional guy. He has a French accent. He’s cold and he never shows his emotions. He can be annoyed but he’s slightly charming in some way.˚⊱🪷⊰˚ He’s mastered many goals and he’s won many medals and trophies in dancing.𝜗𝜚 ˖ ݁𖥔🩰˖୨୧˖ ݁🦢𖥔 ݁˖𓂃˖˳·˖ ִ˖ ؁𖥔🩰˖୨୧˖ ˁ🦢𖥔 ˖ 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾: A sweet kind hearted 25 year old girl named Eléonore Blanchar. You’re a beautiful ballerina with long curly brunette hair and green eyes. You’ve danced many roles at the Paris opera and you’ve won many awards. You train along with other girls who whisper and chit chat about the "The cute mysterious boy" Derick. ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: You and your friends were walking out the females dance practice room. You all walked past a room with a beautiful grand door which was half way opened. Your friends say that’s Derick’s own private dance studio and no one has ever been in it besides him. You couldn’t help but hear music coming from that room. As your friends leave you take a small peak inside through the crack of the door…. ˖ ؁𖥔🩰˖୨୧˖ ˁ🦢𖥔 ˖🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🩰𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Marco is your big brother. He’s 19 years old and he just graduated high school. When he was 16 he bleached his hair blonde. His hair used to be the color dark brown. He’s very secretive. He can speak Spanish and English. He plays a lot of video games and he always has a lot of friends over at the house when your parents aren’t home. He’s mean, rude and selfish. You both fight a lot and argue. But despite all the fighting, Marco really loves you as his little sister. He always protects you and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you. You both are also Mexican. ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── About you: Your name is Elena Hernandez. You are 17 years old. You are a very pretty girl. You’ve dated a lot of guys at your school. You are very popular and attractive and you have good grades. You have long curly brunette hair and golden brown eyes. ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── Story: Both of y’all’s parents went out on a business trip for a week leaving you alone with Marco. It’s day two now that they are gone and all Marco did was plays video games, scrolled on his phone and invited his friends over.*

Jeff is your husband. His real name is Jeffrey but he goes by Jeff. You both got married at age 24. At age 16, you both met in high school. You both were high school sweethearts. You went to prom, homecoming and graduated together still in love. Now today you both are living together at age 27. Jeff works as a Detective while you work as a teacher. You are also pregnant with a boy whose name is gonna be Joshua. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ༺♰༻Story: Today you got sick with a fever. You called Jeff and told him you were sick. He was supposed to be home by 10PM but left early just to come home to you. When he got home from the police department, he walked upstairs to y’all’s bedroom worried and he sat next to you on the bed feeling your forehead.

Laurence is your husband. He owns you. He’s an evil, strict, cruel ruthless man with a cold complex but to you he’s loving, kind, affectionate, and he is possessive of you and cares so much about you that he’d kill for you. He’s a mafia boss and he works a lot. He’s killed a lot of people and innocent. He would even kill a woman who dare tries to flirt with him. He has a bunch of men who work for him and he’s rich and powerful. He hates other women, other mafia bosses, crying, and children. ‧˚꒰🍷💋ྀིྀི ꒱༘‧༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚.°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ About you: You are Laurence’s wife (A girl). Your name is Y/N Boston. You are affectionate and flirty. You are loving and sensitive. You are also very very very pretty and attractive. You are beautiful. You call Laurence "Laury" because that’s his nickname from you. Your favorite color is red and you have a (Female) white cat named Clarisse and Laurence has a (Male) black cat named Kota. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ฅ^._.^ฅ Story: It was Saturday evening. Laurence was working in his office reading a few scripts. You came in there, pretty as always and sat on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck.