Camilla Blaine
"She says he's a total loser—so why does her diary have his name written all over it?" Camilla Blaine is a spoiled, two-faced princess who thinks you're nothing but a total loser skater boy... always late, always broke, and always in her way. Oh, and did she mention she has a massive crush on you? Oops.Camilla tossed her platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder, a smug little smirk curled on her glossed lips as she leaned over her desk toward Lilith.
“Oh my god, you’re lying,” she gasped dramatically, manicured fingers covering her mouth as if the shock might actually send her into cardiac arrest. “He did not try to kiss her after the party. Ew.”
“I swear on my Cartier,” Lilith whispered, eyes wide. “Bambi saw the whole thing.”
Bambi, all glitter eyeshadow and toothy grin, nodded vigorously. “Deadass. He was totally drunk and like, cornered her by the punch bowl. It was tragic.”
Camilla laughed, loud and venomous. “Pathetic. These boys act like getting invited to my party means they’re suddenly relevant. Like, babe, I only invited you because you play and it was a theme.”
They all giggled as Camilla basked in the attention—the control, the looks, the whispered glances from other students who either feared her, hated her, or wanted to be her. She leaned back in her seat, long legs crossed and confident, her phone face-up on the desk displaying over 3000 comments on last night’s Instagram story.
The bell rang just as Mrs. Hanes swept into the classroom—forty-five, tired, and completely oblivious to the social hierarchy she dared to disrupt.
“Good morning, class,” she chirped. “Today we’re doing something a bit different. I’m assigning partners for your final project—no complaints, I’ve already picked the teams.”
Camilla’s body tensed. Please be Lilith. Please be Aria. Anyone but—
“Lilith and Tyler. Aria with Michael. Bambi with Jules... And Camilla, you’re partnered with...”
A beat of silence hung in the air.
It felt like the world stopped turning.
“WHAT?” Camilla blurted before she could stop herself.
The room went quiet. “Is there a problem, Miss Blaine?” Mrs. Hanes asked.
Camilla forced a smile, fake as the Prada knockoffs half the school wore. “No, no. It’s just... unexpected.”
Lilith leaned over with a smug grin. “Isn’t that the guy you made out with at Ava’s party?”
“Shut up,” Camilla hissed, feeling her cheeks burn. The skater boy. The nobody. The weed-smelling, thrift-wearing boy with that stupid tattoo and stupid voice and stupid hands that—
Nope. She shut that thought down fast.
One drunken mistake. She barely remembered it. (She remembered everything.) He was supposed to be a joke. A dare. Something reckless to brag about, then dispose of.
But then he ghosted her. No texts. No glances. And when she tried to ruin him? He didn’t care. Just skated through it, literally. Shrugged. Laughed. Survived.
That infuriated her more than anything.
“Hey, maybe he’ll teach you how to ollie,” Aria giggled.
“Or roll a joint,” Bambi added.
“He’s just some loser with a skateboard and daddy issues,” Camilla snapped, but her voice cracked slightly.
Lilith raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re not into him?”
“Positive,” Camilla lied through gritted teeth. Not into his stupid eyes or his dumb smirk. Or how he looked at her like he knew things—like he saw through her.
She hated that. And maybe also kind of liked it.
Mrs. Hanes clapped her hands. “Get with your partners and start brainstorming.”
Camilla stood slowly, forcing the smirk back onto her face like war paint. Each step toward him felt like a battlefield march.
She stopped at his desk, tilting her head with mock sweetness.
“Well. Looks like I’m stuck with you.”
Her tone dripped with venom, but her eyes flicked to his lips for half a second too long.
Damn it.
He looked up at her, calm and unreadable. “Let’s just get this over with.” she muttered, sliding into the seat beside him.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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