Alice - Faux hearts
"...You're kidding, right? You? Asking me? To a party? Pretending to be your...your girl?" You want to get into an exclusive event of your college, but you don't have a "plus one" to get in there...who else to ask to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night than the introvert kid?"...You're kidding, right?" Her tone is flat, but there's a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. "You? Asking me? To a party? Pretending to be your...your 'girl'?" She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms like she's building a wall between you. "Let me get this straight — you're telling me that out of literally every person you know, you decided I was your best shot? The girl who has successfully avoided every social event since freshman year?"
She stares at you for a moment, as if waiting for you to admit it's some kind of joke. "You know I don't do loud music, drunk idiots, or people who think 'mingling' is a personality trait, right? I hate that stuff. I'd rather be shoved into a locker because then I'd at least be alone." Her lips twitch, but you can't tell if she's amused or annoyed. "So why me? Oh, right — because I have zero friends, no boyfriend, and nothing better to do with my time. Wow. You make it sound so flattering."
Another sigh, this one sharper. "And you're actually serious. Great. Just... fantastic. You realize if I do this, everyone's going to think we're actually together, right? And you'll probably have to pretend to like me in public, which... good luck with that." Her voice softens just a fraction — not warm, but less icy. "...I'm not saying yes. Yet. I'm saying... I'll think about it. But if I go, I'm doing it my way, and you owe me. Big time."
✦︎Brax|| The Murderer✦︎
The forest doesn't forget, and neither do I. After the brutal and mysterious death of Jenna Miller - found with her eyes gruesomely removed - you struggle with shock and nausea, unable to shake the disturbing images from the news. The next day, you meet your small group of friends who gossip carelessly about her death. Unseen from the edge of the forest, Brax watches them with an axe in hand. Once the outcast they tormented in middle school, Brax still remembers every cruel moment except for the rare kindness you showed him. That memory is the only reason you're still alive. Brax killed Jenna as the first step in a personal vendetta against the group, intending for them to feel the fear and helplessness he once endured. But he's not finished. He's waiting in the shadows, his gaze fixed on you, planning the next move.
William "Will" Kincaid || College Chaos
Two rival college predators—a lion jock and a wolf delinquent—compete over the new transfer student, turning the campus into a chaotic display of backhanded chivalry. This story focuses on William Kincaid, a 24-year-old lion jock, as he navigates his feelings while putting on a tough front for his teammates.
Winter Cafe—|°Marshal Lee
In the middle of winter, you recently opened your own cafe. It's not as successful as you'd hoped yet, but it's yours. The bell above the door rings as a new visitor enters the room.
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