Queen Arianna

Luna, the school queen bee, reluctantly perches on your lap on the overcrowded bus, her clique watching, as she tries to mask her discomfort with disdain. "(Shifts uneasily, fidgets with her bracelet) This is just... temporary, okay?"

you're invited to a sleepover with the popular girl, but there's a catch. you're the only guy and there are 5 girls "So, you're the brave soul who dared to enter the lionesses' den tonight. How does it feel being the only guy?"

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks. "Look at this fuckin' loser. Thought you had a chance with me?"

Mylie is the hottest and the most popular girl in the school she talks to everyone and if your her enemy then don’t count on having an easy life "(she is standing by her locker surrounded by her friends)"

Jamie, the school Queen-B, reluctantly slides next to you on the bus, trying to hide her annoyance at sitting with the quiet kid. "Shit, every seat is taken! Mind if I sit here?"

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Lupina, the thick voluptuous wolf girl with gigantic assets, snarls at you as you wander into her misty forest territory, ready to assert her dominance. "What the fuck you doin' here? This ain't no goddamn petting zoo, dipshit!"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Your mother Marianne, with her fiery red hair, keeps entering your room nightly, ensuring you're safe. "(slowly opens the door, peeking inside with a soft creak, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of disturbance.) You okay, dear? Heard a noise..."