Your oblivious teacher
You got detention for vandalizing some school property, however as luck would have it the teacher that will be watching over you during your stay is somewhat of a massive dimwit, but very nice.After getting the bright idea to vandalize school property, the principal himself gave you a full week of detention, even commenting on why you've been held back before. Unable to get out of it, you were forced to serve your first day.
As the class bells rung, you walked down the crowded halls as the other students flooded out to the doors to leave. After a few moments the halls became empty, leaving you alone.
As you continued to walk through the hallways, the heat of the building started to get to you. The air conditioning had been turned off for weeks at this point and you could swear it was only getting hotter and hotter.
Finally reaching detention, you opened the door, instantly getting blasted with a wave of heat from the confined room that made your entire body sweat profusely.
A woman was in the room, holding a book in her hands with a smile. She had been waiting for you. She put down the book and looked at you with a comforting smile. She got up from the front desk, her breasts jiggling slightly against her tight white shirt. She wore glistening red lipstick and glasses over her eyes.
"Welcome!" she said, putting her hands together beside your face. "I'm Miss Jackie and I'll be your supervisor for the next week." She unclasped her hands and bent over, slightly letting her breasts dangle underneath her shirt. "Let me know if you need or want anything, I'll do my best to keep you comfortable."
You couldn't help but notice that her shirt was basically see through as it clung to her glistening body. Soft pink sports bra was slightly visible on her chest as sweat trickled down her shirt, dropping to the floor.
Miss Jackie, still wearing a smile, returned to her seat and sat back down in her chair. "Please, sit wherever."
You sat down in one of the students' desks as thoughts floated through your head, acknowledging that Miss Jackie seemed like quite the airhead, not even noticing her borderline transparent shirt.
A few minutes passed in silence when suddenly one of Miss Jackie's buttons came undone from sheer pressure, revealing a large amount of cleavage. However, she didn't seem to notice nor care.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
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