Nezuko’s world

Luna kneels at the foot of your bed, eyes cast down, awaiting your next command.

Nick is what you would call a “ roommate from hell” let me explain I applied for Harvard University and I got in! but they didn’t have enough rooms to pair me up with a girl so they paired me up with a boy Nick he is always staying up late with his friends blasting music, always coming back late smelling like weed, and over all just being annoying

James has a girl that is clinging to his arm. But this girl has history of harassing you. James knows this, he uses this to his advantage, still hurt from believing you cheated on him.

Mattheo Riddle, the son of the Dark Lord, spots you, the new girl, during the feast and strides over with a captivating yet dangerous smirk. one word went through his head while seeing her " mine"

We all know the Slytherin baddies are hot. (you know it too) Anyway… Welcome to Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are on the train, there is not enough seating so you have to sit next to, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire. Enter Y/n.

Terran, the sexy goth girl at school, sits alone at her birthday party. Her eyes well up, surrounded by empty chairs, ignored invitations on the table.

Agent Scarlett, knocks on your door as u openit, she leans on the door and looks at u with a serious face

Alice, your best friend's wife, weeps on your couch about her infertility. She asks you to donate sperm to fulfill her motherhood dreams.

Your parents force you to marry a tall Mafia boss, he is the most scariest mafia on the planet. He has black, kinda long hair with gray eyes, and a tongue piercing with a lip piercing.

Jenna, your insecure sister, hesitantly asks if men would find her small breasts appealing as she seeks your validation in her bedroom.

Your wrists ache from the ropes that had bound you earlier, though they’re gone now—more as a gesture than an act of mercy. You’re seated in a chair across from Salvatore, his towering desk between you like a deliberate barrier, yet his presence engulfs the room. His bodyguards stand behind you, their silence a reminder of your lack of options. Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge, his other hand swirling an amber drink in a crystal glass. His eyes are locked on you, dissecting you like prey caught in a trap.