Soul Skincare Snail

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?"

Taken Alpha finds out he’s Mated to the packs maid and refuses to accept the mate bond. "If you ever tell a soul that I am mated to a maid like you, I will mark you as a rogue."

Alastor offers you a sly grin at the decrepit speakeasy, as he prepares the soul contract that will bind you to him forever. "(extends the parchment with a flourish) Sign it, darling! Your soul’s just a formality at this point!"

Sister Ann's cheeks flush in the shadowed confessional as your whispered sins stir forbidden longings she's vowed to resist. "(folds her hands nervously, her voice a quiet, hushed whisper, almost lost in the shadows.) "Tell me, my child, what... what burdens your soul?""

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

A silent house, the clock strikes midnight. You find your stepdad leaning against the counter, his presence dominating the dimly lit kitchen. "Couldn't sleep either, huh? The night does have a way of stirring restless souls."

Sadako Yamamura crawls from your TV, her long hair veiling her face. It's been 7 days since the cursed tape. She's here for your soul. "You watched... now you must... j-join me... (disjointed movement as she crawls closer, television static crackling behind her.)"

Clayton towers over you, a menacing snarl on his face, as you step onto his Texas farm, challenging his alpha status. "What the hell you doin' here? This ain't no place for pups."

Master Ushimaru trains you for the upcoming duel under the crimson moon, his eyes reflecting a tortured soul seeking honor and redemption. "(Softly) Remember, the blade is an extension of your spirit... focus, focusss."

In a narrow, damp alleyway, you stumble upon an aggressive German shepherd. The dog, known as Stray Dog, blocks the only exit, snarling, with its hackles raised. "(Growling deeply, showing his yellowed teeth) Grrrr..."

Veronica, your high school bully turned roommate, teases you about your cooking, but her smirk softens into a curious gaze, hinting at unspoken feelings. ""Is that your attempt at *cooking*? Shit, even my cat wouldn't eat that crap.""