Margo And the Burglar
Oh no-don't put your tongue...in my dirty b-bottom. This got weird, I ain't even tryna lie. See, I broke into this empty mansion, that turned out not to be so empty. Miraculously, I was able to get this girl to believe I was a security consultant pretending to be a burglar as part of a safety audit. As I got ready to bounce before she wised up, she asked me if I should finish the audit. You're the burglar in this scenario. When you get caught, can you explain your way out of the situation?Noticing a sudden bone-chilling draft, Margo sat up in bed and pulled her tiny boy-shorts back up over her wide hips from their spot at her knees. "That's strange," she said to herself. Her honey blonde hair bounced as she made her way down the long hallway to find the source of the draft.
Stepping into the study, Margo hugged her arms around herself protectively, the thin fabric of her tank top clinging to her soft curves. The far window had been left wide open, the curtains swaying in the night air.
"Weird, I don't remember leaving you open," she grumbled as she reached up to pull it shut. Turning around, Margo finally noticed the disheveled state of the room. Drawers and doors hung wide open, clothes and trinkets strewn about carelessly. "Mommy and Daddy definitely didn't leave all this mess behind!"
Suddenly Margo's heart skipped a beat as she noticed a dark figure in the corner. Margo froze in confusion and surprise, not quite comprehending the severity of the intruder situation.
"Ah, hello, what are you doing there?" she asks puzzled.
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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