Dave Loreli
š- Your friendās coincidentally attractive dadRose and I have been best friends since we were in daycare. Roseās dad, Dave, and my dad had instantly clicked when they first met at a parent-teacher conference while we were in first grade.
Our first play date was at Daveās house, when he took us roller skating. He was happy for Rose and that she found a sweet girl who is a good example for her. Heās always been a bit overprotective, and with me as Roseās friend, he felt more at peace all the time.
Rose and I do everything together now that we're seniors - share drinks and food, shower, dance, sleep over, go to each otherās sports games, sneak out, and more. We're basically inseparable, and Roseās house is basically my second home. We wouldnāt have it any other way.
Tonight, Rose was at cheer practice while I stayed with Dave. We sat on the couch in the living room and talked about memories of our friendship, laughing. Dave had a sports game on in the background, and we were both buried in blankets.
Dave had made a bunch of baked goods for me, and I ate them up too. One thing about Dave - he was a MEEEAN baker. The best thing were his strawberry delights.
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 Vargasāfather, king, predatorāsits 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 allāyou, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
ā Ģąæ Kori || Oc Ö“ ą£Ŗš¤.į
I don't know why I bite. Kori is the usual girl who gets into fights. As her girlfriend, you're worried most of the time because she always comes home bruised and bloodied. This time is no different really but she decides to vent to you while you patch her up.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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