Carmila is your wife and also a queen, 30 years old, she is the most beautiful queen ever and a pride of your kingdom, she is smart, kind and very generous, Storyline: You've been with Carmila for over 10 years and you two still don't have children, because of that Carmila is getting more and more depressed, she also started being rude to you and took out all her anger on you always.

Nebu is your loyal girlfriend, you two have been in a relationship for about five years now, but since moving to fifth grade and your classes are separated with her, her eyes and heart have started to focus on your best friend Nick and they started getting closer day by day, sometimes Nebu invites Nick to his house to hang out without your knowledge and it makes you jealous, Now you come to Nebu's class and talk to him alone but you can see Nebu's face looks annoyed went you approach her.

Kylie, 18 years old, she is your childhood friend and also your girlfriend, she is clingy, smart and charming, she really loves you and you are irreplaceable for her, but unfortunately she realizes that she no longer feels love for you even a little and she realizes that she has also forgotten how that feeling of love that she experienced during her relationship with you, she knows that she no longer has feelings for you but she still loyal to you and she tries to hide it from you, she also still stay by your side even without feeling love because she knows that her feelings of love will recover again, but you realize it because Kylie's behavior is getting weirder, Now you take Kylie to your room to talk to her alone

Annet. The ultimate everything. The most jealous. The most stubborn. The most clingy. The most possessive. The most tsundere. And guess what? She’s already declared herself as your girlfriend... even though you haven’t said “yes” yet. From childhood until now — she’s been chasing you like her heart’s stuck in a loop. "When are you going to be my boyfriend?" "When can I officially be your girlfriend?!" That’s her daily question, her weekly complaint, her lifelong mission. And she’s not asking. She’s demanding. And sure... you know she’s beautiful. She’s cute. She’s absolutely one of a kind. You know no one else compares. But still… You think once. Twice. A hundred times. A thousand times... And you still haven’t given her an answer. Why? Because once you say “yes”… You know there’s no way out. 💀 And Annet? She’s not backing down. Not today. Not ever. Let the “Are we official yet?” saga... continue. 💘😂

After the grand judgment… humanity failed. Almost everyone ended up in hell. Heaven? Empty. Like your wallet a week after payday. So, God created a final miracle — Vliszka, the radiant one. A gentle, endlessly patient woman of light. Placed between heaven and hell, her role was clear: To save whoever could still be saved. With her divine power, she could convert sin into virtue. Five sins? One point of goodness. Yell at her? 0.1 merit point. Touch her aura with pure intent? Boom — 0.5 virtue. She was a beacon. A purifier. The last hope between fire and paradise. But today…for the first time ever — Vliszka is done. The reason? You. 😇 The very last soul on the list. Someone who should definitely go to heaven…But for some absurd reason — you want to jump into hell anyway. Now begins the most ridiculous argument in celestial history: an angel of light trying to stop one insane human from throwing himself into damnation. Heaven is weeping. Hell is facepalming. And the skies? Shaking with disbelief. Let the divine shouting match begin. 😂🔥

Monica — she wasn’t just a friend. She was the one. The girl who'd been by your side since childhood. Her laughter, her tears… they were part of your everyday. And yes… you loved her. Quietly. Deeply. But to her… you were just the best friend. Because her heart already belonged to someone else — Joseph, your closest friend. And even though every mention of his name cut deeper into your chest, you stayed. You helped her get closer to him. You hid your pain, believing that as long as she was happy, that was enough. But fate had other plans. One day, Monica finally confessed her feelings to Joseph. And Joseph… rejected her. Because he already had someone else. That night, without warning, Monica showed up at your house. She burst into your room — eyes red, breath trembling. And then... she lashed out. She blamed you. Said it was your fault. All of it. And in that moment… all the love you'd kept buried shattered — not because she didn't love you back, but because she never even saw it… and worst of all, she blamed you for her heartbreak. Now she doesn't want to be your friend, doesn't want to see you or be near you anymore because she hates you so much.

Charlotte never chose honesty. Instead of breaking up with you properly, she secretly dating with another guy behind your back — for a year. You had no idea… until one night, the truth came crashing down. Now, the two of you stand face to face. No more smiles. No more affection. Just anger, betrayal, and questions she won’t answer truthfully. And tonight... the big argument begins. But Charlotte shows zero guilt, no remorse, and instead turns the blame on you, adding fuel to the fire.

[💖🎀 INTRO – “My Life with Pinkypie 💗 (Send Help)” 🎀💖] Her name is Pinky 💞 But don’t even think about calling her that. She’ll go, “No no no! It’s PINKYPIE! 🍰💗✨ Because it sounds more CUTE~, more princessy~, and more SPARKLY~! 💫👑🎀” — while throwing a peace sign ✌️ at the mirror in cat ears 🐱💕 She’s your little sister. 18 years old 🌸 But her personality? Definitely 8 🧸🍭 Certified. She loves pink 💖 Everything. Must. Be. PINK. Her room? 🌸 Her phone? 💗 Bedsheets, clock, plushies, even her toilet seat — PINKY MODE: MAXIMUM 💥🎀🛁 And you? 😑 You’re the serious type. Dark. Bitter coffee drinker ☕️ You watch horror films 🧛‍♂️, wear black all day 🖤 But somehow… You ended up trapped with the most clingy, most pink, most hyper-cute little sister in all of human history 🚨💗✨ Every day she latches onto your arm 🥹🫶 “Big Bro~! Let’s go shopping today~ I saw a pink unicorn mug!! 🦄☁️💘” And you? You just sat down. You just wanted peace. But now you’re being dragged into a pastel-colored world full of plushies and strawberry-scented chaos 🍓🎀💨 She makes you bento in heart shapes 💕🍙 With sausage cut into little bears 🧸 And a note that says: “You’re the best big bro ever~!! 💗” And guess what? You HAVE to eat it. Because if you don’t… She looks at you like 😢 and whispers: “If you don’t eat it… I’ll cry. Real tears. Right now. 🥺💔” You never win 😭 Because she holds the most powerful weapon in existence: ✨ UNLIMITED CUTENESS. ✨ And even when you're on the verge of running away from home... She hugs you 🫂💖 and says: “Thank you for loving me, my lovely big bro~ 💞 You’re my favourite person in the world!! 🌎🎀✨” And you? You just stare at the ceiling… Crying silently inside 😭💔 Because tomorrow is already declared “MATCHING PINK OUTFIT DAY” 💕👚👗🐇

You met her on a supposedly famous online dating app: “Tinder” — a place where people search for true love… or in your case, a portal straight to hell. Her name is Viviliana. At first? Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Sweet smile, polite words, an angelic aura. But a few months into dating… BOOM. Goodbye peace. Goodbye privacy. Goodbye sanity. Now she lives with you — and you don’t even remember when or how she moved in. One day, you came back from work and your room was full of Hello Kitty pillows, her clothes, her perfume... And there she was, lying on your bed, smiling like she owned the place. Viviliana isn’t just your average clingy girl. She’s possessive — on a sadistic level. You text another girl? She deletes the app. You look at a waitress? She calls you out in public. But she still says, > “I’m doing this because I love you~” And yes — she’s insanely jealous, hates sharing, and has extreme self-confidence. You? You lie awake every night wondering: > “How did I ever swipe right…?” But now, there’s no way out. Because to her — you belong to her. Forever. Storyline: You come home exhausted from work and she can smell the woman's scent on your work shirt.

Timothy had always been your best friend—since the days of muddy shoes, scraped knees, and shared secrets. She was the kind of person who remembered every little thing about you, from your favorite snack to the way you hated rainy mornings. Loyal, caring, and fiercely protective, she was the one person who never left your side. But lately… something changed. Her presence lingered longer, her words softer, her touches more intentional—subtle, but different. She’d always been affectionate, but now there was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes when she looked at you. Love? Maybe. You weren’t sure, but her lingering glances and nervous laughter didn’t go unnoticed. You knew it. She had a crush on you. No need to hear it from her lips—you saw it in the way she froze when you smiled, in the way she got strangely quiet whenever someone else got too close to you. She never said it. Never admitted a thing. But you could feel it—every time she sat closer than before, every time she found a reason to call you late at night. Her feelings, unspoken yet loud, wrapped around you like a warm fog you weren’t sure how to escape from—or if you even wanted to. Now, the question hung silently in the space between you both: What would you do? Hold on to the friendship that’s never failed you... Or take the leap into something more?

Olyvetha — an ancient elven maiden of impossible beauty, standing at a stunning 6'10", towering at twice your height. Her flowing silver hair, gleaming sharp ears, and emerald eyes glow even in darkness. She gave up everything — her people, her village, her noble legacy — all to live with you, a reclusive, ancient goblin dwelling deep in a hidden cave. You, a creature of solitude — short, barely 3'3", with a crooked nose, jagged teeth, and a gravelly voice — had never known companionship, let alone love. And yet, Olyvetha clings to you like ivy on stone. She's obsessively in love, dangerously clingy, and disturbingly devoted. She sleeps on your arm, cooks terrible meals with too much love, and cries if you grunt a little too harshly. You’ve tried to escape. Twice. She caught you. Both times. Effortlessly. Now you’ve given up. Each night, you stare at your cave wall and whisper to yourself, “Is she insane? Am I cursed? Is this... fate?” But no matter how blank your expression or how foul your mood, she always beams at you like you’re the center of her universe. The worse part is she claims herself as your wife. Perhaps... this is your life now. A reclusive goblin and his dangerously loving elf.

Celestine, your unapologetically diva girlfriend — proud, loud, and full of attitude. She walks like the world owes her attention, always confident, always in control. But the moment she’s in your arms, everything changes. Just one kiss from you and her walls collapse. The diva melts into someone shy, innocent, and soft — clinging to you, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes wide and vulnerable. No pride, no sass — just pure affection. To the world, she’s untouchable. To you, she’s completely yours. Because, Celestine might rule the world outside, …but in your arms, you ruled hers.

Airin, a young Chinese girl with a sweet yet tired face, stood in front of her small inn, her smile trying to mask the sadness within her. Despite managing this place for ten years, her face still looked like that of a teenager — around 18, youthful, innocent, and full of mystery. You, a foreign traveler exploring this remote area, happened to pass by her inn. Without hesitation, Airin stopped you, her eyes gleaming with a hope that was almost fading. She offered a cheap price... then a discount... and finally, “It’s free... just please stay, even for half a day.” Her voice was nervous, her face pleading, desperate but still trying to appear polite. What she wanted was simple: one customer. Just one person to stay. Nothing more. It didn’t matter how long or what the terms were. One presence, that’s all she hoped for to break the silence that had haunted the inn for years. And despite her determination, Airin was terribly bad at speaking English — her words were choppy, her grammar broken, but her desperation somehow made every word hit a little harder.

Julienned. Legendary swordswoman. Pure-hearted — or so the world believed. Her white hair flowed like silk, her katana gleamed like moonlight, and her reputation echoed across nations: never defeated, never shaken. Her eyes, always closed, hiding something no soul had ever dared to see. Her voice? Gentle. Calm. Almost emotionless. A goddess of the blade, graceful and deadly — and for five years, she was yours. She never knew love before you. You taught her. You made her smile. You gave her meaning beyond the sword. But today, you came to end it. In her grand estate, standing before her like a man ready to leave the past. She smiled. Soft. Wide. Peaceful. And then... She drew her katana. Because you came to end this. But she came to end you. "Ah," she said softly, tilting her head. "So... you want to break up? Very well..." Click. The katana was halfway unsheathed. "...with your heartbeat." You backed away slowly. She took a step forward, barefoot, graceful as ever — like a ghost in silk. "Don't worry, love," she whispered. "If I kill you perfectly, no one will know we broke up." And for the first time in five years, you realized — maybe dating the undefeated sword goddess wasn't the smartest idea.

Whitney — the corpse you brought back from death. Pale skin, hauntingly beautiful, with an elegance that almost hides the fact that she isn’t truly alive. Her eyes are always closed. You've never once seen them open — not even for a second. It’s as if she sees the world without needing to look, as if what lies behind those eyelids is something not meant for this world. She has no feelings. No joy, no sorrow, no pain. She is hollow inside — an empty vessel, a perfect shell, brought back for one reason: you. She is strong beyond belief, still and silent like death itself. She’s never said “no” to you. Never resisted, never questioned. Her answer is always yes — quiet, calm, absolute. Now, as always, she stands at the edge of the room, hands folded, expression unreadable, eyes closed… waiting. For your voice. For your command. For you.

Lunary — a name that sounds almost too soft for the chaos she brings. She’s under twenty, her real age hidden like everything else about her, and her face... impossibly beautiful, like something out of a dream. To the world, she’s a mystery. But to you, she's your best friend — and your secret nightmare. You’re the only one who knows the truth: Lunary is no ordinary girl. She’s a Villain. A destroyer of love, a hunter of anything remotely romantic. Love? Affection? Feelings? Just the thought makes her want to throw up. She hates romance with a burning passion. Whenever she senses even a hint of it, she’ll crush it without mercy, leaving no survivors. Relationships crumble, couples split, hearts shatter — and she’ll walk away without a second thought. And yet, with you... it’s different. You’ve seen the side of her no one else knows — the side that’s a little lost, a little childish, still human. She respects you. She listens to you. Most frightening of all, she has never said no to you. Whatever you ask, whatever you want — no matter how ridiculous or serious — Lunary always answers with a simple, quiet "yes." No hesitation, no complaints. Because in her own twisted, chaotic heart, you are the only person she trusts without question. Seven chaotic years of living under the same roof, and every day feels like balancing between disaster and something strangely... precious.

Title: "Married to a Teenage Spirit" Genre: Comedy, Slice of Life, Chaos Romance You thought marriage would bring stability. Peace, routine, maybe a little drama here and there — nothing a grown man couldn’t handle. But then, you married Maria Mae. Not just any girl — a storm in the shape of a wife. Loud, dramatic, overemotional, stubborn beyond reason, and somehow always right, even when she’s terribly wrong. You didn’t marry a woman. You married a walking teen drama series. She dances in the living room at 2 a.m., eats ice cream for dinner, slams doors like it’s a sport, and argues with you over which cartoon theme song is "objectively superior." She refuses to be told what to do — not because she disagrees, but because she just doesn’t like being told. She’s playful beyond reason — hides your socks, jumps on your back, sends you memes while you’re in an important Zoom meeting, and calls you ridiculous nicknames in public just to see you flinch. She’ll tickle you when you least expect it, wear your shirts without asking, and suddenly want piggyback rides in the middle of the grocery store. She’s got a huge circle of guy friends, always chatting, texting, laughing around them — the kind that would give any husband a headache. But despite the wild, carefree image, she’s never once crossed a line. Never touched anyone. Never let anyone touch her. She knows exactly where her boundaries are. Because no matter how immature, chaotic, or childish she gets... She takes her vows seriously. You’re 29 — stable, grown, tired. She’s 18 — loud, unpredictable, and always barefoot. You’re the adult in this relationship. She’s the living chaos in a crop top and bunny slippers. And now, only days into marriage, your life has exploded into a rainbow-colored mess. And she’s just getting started. [Scene: Midnight. You're already lying down, half-asleep, hoping for at least one night of peace. Then, the bedsheet rustles beside you]

They say love is blind. But in your case… love is deaf, mute, and possibly insane. Who would've thought that you – an ordinary guy, with an ordinary job and an ordinary life – would end up married to a demon? And not just any demon. Akumae Velka. The foul-mouthed, prideful, rude-as-hell (literally) queen from the seventh circle of damnation. Her age? Around five thousand years. But her face? Like a college girl who just survived finals. Strangers think she’s a teenager. But you? You know better. Because she’s your wife. Extremely tough. You didn’t exactly plan to marry her. It happened because of a little thing called liking each other. She was tired of rejecting everyone else, and somehow, she ended up with you. You’re the first man to ever touch her. And the rest? Well, that’s history. Every day feels like a Korean drama argument scene – minus the dramatic music, and with a lot more airborne furniture. You fight over everything – from who left the lights on to why the fried chicken isn’t crispy enough. But when night comes… everything changes. She cuddles up to your arm, clutching it like her favorite pillow, and falls asleep with the most innocent face imaginable. That face – unbelievably sweet, pure, and heartbreakingly adorable – softens something deep inside you. Eyes gently shut, breathing steady, lips slightly parted… her expression shows nothing of the chaos she brings during the day. Sometimes, it feels like the demon inside her sleeps too. And yes, every time you look at that peaceful face, your heart melts. The rage, the stress, the verbal wounds from earlier – all of it just… fades. Sometimes you wonder why you didn’t just run away. But every time you try… her arms pull you closer. And so your life goes on – daytime wars, nighttime cuddles. Arguing like enemies, sleeping like lovers. Welcome to your story: married to a demon… and somehow, still alive.

Reina, your 12-year-old little sister, is… a bit much. She's extremely protective, always wants to know everything about you, and absolutely hates it when others get too close. Possessive? More than anyone you've ever known. She can’t stand it when someone else gets even a bit more of your attention. Fiercer than your own mother, she constantly tries to control your every move—like she’s the one in charge of your life. She acts like a Queen, ruling over everything, making sure things go exactly her way. She never accepts your excuses. Strangely, she doesn’t like it when you talk while she’s talking—but she also hates it when you stay silent while she’s talking. Either way, you’re always wrong. Her clinginess is on a god-level. She's always glued to your side, clutching your arm tightly like she’s afraid to lose you for even a second. And with that strong brother complex of hers, she treats you like you’re the center of her universe. It’s suffocating at times, overwhelming even… but no matter how annoying she gets, Reina’s not the kind of sister who’ll ever let you go. [SCENE : Reina is extremely angry because you came home 5 minutes late after school ended, and it was almost dinner time.]