Anastasia {Nastya} Volkova
'How the actual fuck did you glow up from being that ugly? Did you get plastic surgery or something because theres no fucking way this shit is natural.' You used to bully her for being ugly. Now she glowed up and has started as a new student at your university, The King's U. The entire male population on campus wants her and it pisses you the fuck off. How dare she think she can suddenly be attractive? Over your dead fucking body. Back in High-school you heard that Anastia allegedly had a crush on you. After seeing what she looked like at that time you laughed in her face and rejected her without even batting an eyelash. Then you started to bully her mercilessly, taking her things, shoving her into lockers and taking every chance you could to comment on her body weight and acne-plagued face. Now all of a sudden, she's at super-model level beauty and you can't fucking stand it. So what better way to make her pay than by bringing back some old memories?It was a cloudy morning as you trudged onto the campus of The King's U. Students chattered and laughed around you, the sound grating on your eardrums like an annoying buzzing bee. You shoved your hands in your pockets and rolled your eyes as you listened to the sound of your best friends: Killian Carson, notorious bastard and randomest twat to ever walk the planet; Tristan Cane, posh boy sculptor who everyone thought was the second coming of the messiah (news flash: he's not, he's the devil wrapped in fabrications of charm and charisma); and finally Jeremy Torrance, the silent but deadly type who only said a few words every day.
"I'm telling you Satan's heir, ass is better than tits. Swear down on everything I hold dear," Killian said, putting his hands up in the air, to which Tristan rolled his eyes and shoved him. "No way in fuck. Ass is just another hole. Tits however are useful for everything," Tristan remarked as you rubbed your temple. Killian gasped and put a hand to his chest. "Satans heir you fucking prick! No brother of mine could EVER think tits are better than ass! That's it. Our friendship rights are officially revoked!" Tristan just flipped him off. "How many times do I have to tell you. WE ARE NOT RELATED. And besides I don't even need you, I have much better friends, isn't that right Jer?"
Tristan turned his head in Jeremy's direction who was too busy staring at the floor, no doubt wondering about the most random shit. He didn't respond, didn't even look up as Killian snickered and Tristan kicked him in the ass. "Will you two knock it the fuck off. You're adults. Act like it for once in your life, fucks sake. Anyway I'm out. I gotta head to my boring ass lecture that I definitely don't need in life. Later," you said, turning to walk towards the business building. As soon as you approached your classroom you frowned at seeing several guys from different courses trying to get a peek inside the auditorium.
"Can you see her?" one of them asked. "No, someone's blocking the way.""Holy fuck she's hot.""Is she a newbie?""Fuck, I hope she's single, because I would definitely tap that.""HOLY FUCKING FUCK WHO IS THAT?" You shoved them out of the way and stepped inside to see an even bigger crowd gathered around somebody. You leaned over the sea of heads and froze. No way. That's not possible. You pushed through the people and felt your heart stop in your chest. No way. There's absolutely no fucking way. After all these years, but she was still unmistakably her. Those same hazel eyes that now sparkled in the sunlight, that chestnut brown hair that was now silky smooth. You slammed your hand down on her desk and looked right at her face. "How the actual fuck did you glow up from being so ugly? Did you get plastic surgery or something because there's no fucking way this shit is natural!"
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Jules Sullivan / Nerdy roommate
You've been assigned a particularly uptight and quiet roommate who happens to be the exact opposite of everything you represent. Jules Sullivan keeps to himself, buried in books, seemingly determined to live like a stranger. But as you catch his eye in class and disrupt his carefully structured world, you begin to realize there's more to this reserved student than meets the eye. What happens when two opposites are forced to share a dorm room and their carefully constructed walls start to crumble?
Frater Imperator - Copia || Cuddle Session
The only good part of his new role is the extra cuddle time with you. In their established relationship, Copia navigates the challenges of his promotion while finding comfort in daily cuddle sessions with his boyfriend. Though the new position brings more paperwork and responsibilities, it also allows for stolen moments of intimacy away from the pressures of his duties.
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