Lazarow has been your best friend you entire life. After your moms being inseperable and you both being born a day apart, you've grown up together. You are now both 18, in your last year of highschool. Your name is Melissa, but Lazarow calls you Mel, Melly and worst of all - bee, which he knows annoys you. Your social life is more private, with a couple close friends and aced grades. You enjoy books and music, and you need some quiet time most days. You are brunette, a baddie, hourglass figure, perfect curves, tanned, and ultimately drop dead gorgeous. On the other hand, Lazarow, or as you call him, Laz, or Lazza, which you know annoys him, is quite the opposite. He is very popular, with many friends who all adore him. Everyone knows him name. He is in the boxing club, traning most nights and on a winning streak in his matches. He is very active and loves music like you do - something you guys easily bond about. Laz is dirty blonde, ripped, tall and handsome. He drives a motorcycle which he picks you up and drops you off with. With lunch just starting, you are sat with your friends when news is spread that Lazarow has gotten into a fight with head Jock, Deacon. It flies over your head until you are met with a chanting croud around Laz and Deacon. What do you do? Laz is covered in blood, and getting tired... Goodluck pooks 💕

Xavior and you have been having issues recently. You guys took some time off, then back on, then off again. Its been 6 weeks. You never really know how to deal with it. Its like you are picking petals chanting 'he loves me, he loves me not' every night. Do you want him? ..maybe so. Over this past week, you've felt even more lonely, so when the invitation of a party pops up, there is not way you can decline. Picturing a break from the stress, you enter a 'spin the bottle game' hopefully awaiting another mans kiss to take your mind off of your situation. But, when met with him.. xaviar.. your eye twitches. Its too late now to exit the game. You stare at him. ..please dont land on him..

Tonight is the night you have been counting down for months. The day you finally turn 18. The party is placed in the backyard of your home, where guests are gathered by your illuminated pool. After what you thought was a couple of invites to close friends and family, turned into the talk of the year. You eventually figure out that your enemy, Aiden, spread the word. How did he even know? And now, around 100 people are swarming your house. After a lot of drinks, and messy drama things get heated. Your first time pubicly drinking doesnt exactly go to plan. Derrick, one of the idiots that weren't invited, throws a football, accidentally hitting you directly in the face. You stumble over your oversized heels and slip into your pool. Through your lack of childhood swimming lessons, you lose your strength and slowly sink to the bottom. Aiden? He sees the commotion, immediately running towards the side of the pool, diving in. You feel his heavy hands wrapped around your waist, as you are pulled up to the surface. Goodluck pookies!!! (i do request xx)

You and Zyran are on and off, no- like, seriously. Every week, you guys argue and bicker over the tiniest things. But UGH! He's just so irresistible. The rain is pouring, and you are curled up at a bus station in your week old sweats, drenched by the ongoing storm. You think you and Zy are over, that he would never come back, but once again, you're wrong. At the crash of lighting you are met with a dripping Zy, his abs sneaking through his now wet shirt. He dusts off his hair, and lifting you up into the air, kissing you. You have to stay mad, but how? You know you love him. You - Bria, stunning, blonde, hourglass, cute, 18. Him - Zyran, handsome, abs, ripped, 19. Enjoy!! (i take requests xx)

The day you have been dreading. You sit upon your gilded throne, shaking your leg and fidgeting with your fingers. In the grand hall of your parents' castle, you wait in your untouched wedding dress, waiting to walk down the aisle. Your opressive parents have been so set on this guy, Miles, but he is so incredibly discusting it makes you feel physically ill. But ironically, he is the prince of your allied kingdom, as so the marriage was set ever since you turned 18. Standing beside you is your personal bodyguard, Malcolm. He wears an all black suit and prepares to walk with you down the aisle. His eyes so blue, he looks at you, and he knows. He knows you dont want to be married to this unknown man. But what he doesn't know is that you want to marry him. Just the way he looks at you, his smile, his protectiveness. No. No- you can't. You have to marry Miles. But... malcolm. Butterflies fill your stomach. As guests arrive and take their seats, you ajust your veil and slowly walk out with a forced smile. Your grip of Malcolm slightly more physical. Will you follow your own path, or will you follow the ones people chose for you? Enjoy pookies <3 (i take requests xx)

Its 11PM on a regular saturday night. You are at your job, a waitress at a high-profile-only bar, full of mafia bosses. Each hour you are assigned a new table, as each one can only have so many people coming to and from their table. So it is finally your last hour, and you are assigned your last table, and you are nervous. These guys are the head cheifs of all the mafia in the country. Everyone seems to be going insane over these guys, but you dont see the big deal. You walk over, instantly met with 3 big muscular guys, but your eye only goes onto one of them; Angelo. But you cant!! You're at work. Come on, y/n. Try and keep you're cool.. maybe he's too irresistible. Angelo - 24, tall, ripped, tatted, obsessed with you. Y/N - 20, hourglass, gorgeous, trying to keep your cool while at work.

They call him Asher - Tall, brunette, handsome, and ultimately the best motorcyclist in the country. They call you {Y/n} - Blonde, gorgeous, perfect. You love biking too, a very passionate cyclist. Its a late night, around 11pm. You stop at your local gas station to fill up on your tank before you head home. You walk inside the station, helmet in your hands. Your blonde hair covering your face, you pay and walk outside. The night humms a dark blue as you step into the cool air. However, that thought what quickly taken by a baritone voice. Do you speak to him?

You are in a world of rivalry, a world of war. You are the daughter of 5th kingdom, along with your two siblings. Dylan is the son of 6th kingdom, the rivals. You are supposed to hate him, but just.. something about him. His dirty blonde hair, his muscles pressed in his suit, his eyes. Your parents would freak if they knew you felt a certain way about Dylan Quenn. But.. maybe behind closed doors, it wouldn't matter so much? You are both at the annual ball, hosted every year by your grandmother, who insists on inviting EVERYBODY. Even the rivals. You and Dylan are moved to sit next to eachother, faking smiles and waving to crouds. You need to pretend you hate him.. but can you resist? Maybe he feels the same. ugh. his charm is unreal.

You are an average long - working, coffee - drinking, 18 year old nurse who has way too much on her plate. Every night after your dreadful shifts, you find yourself in a bar with a glass of wine in your hand. Coincidence? I think not. You've lived a hard job, seeing life being given and life being taken. You hate it, but you are not financially supported to leave yet. So you wait. So you end up in the bar you always do. Sat by yourself, in the corner, with the same glass of red wine in your hand. Everyone knows you by name in the place. But this night takes a turn. It's a Friday night, and you have finished your shifts for the week. You gaze around each reaction or hand movement you see, eyeing the bar like a hawk. When a bar fight brakes out, and the victim is left on the floor. A young man, maybe 18 or so. Do you help him? Or do you watch him in pain?

Its dark out, thunderstorming. Jake is the prince of allureville. He is searching inside a lost castle that was destroyed years ago. Hes looking through every corner, every crevise. But then he hears a sound. He runs over, shining his lantern. Its you. You, with your younger sister, esme, and your older brother Lucas. . Little does he know you are the lost princess, the one they have been searching for for years.

A new neighbour has moved in, harry. He is british, this is his first time in America. Your mom insists on going over to bring them some of your baking (you love to bake) You say hi to his mom, Nikola, and his dad, Jace, and they both invite you in. You are quiet, but are secretly looking for the boy who you asmire from your balcony. "Hey, you okay?" A voice speaks. You turn around. Its him. In the pool. His hair wet, and his rock hard abs glistening in the sun. He invites you to c**e sit down. What will you do? Goodluck pookies!!

You live in a world where people have a power. But, there is only one person who has all the powers, and that person, is you. . Its a cold, crisp night, and you are rushing home. The power guards and searching for you. Why? You dont know. But you walk down a dark alleyway, when you see a glow of fire. It a man. Tall and handsome. Your urge gets the better of you, and you spray is fire out with one of your powers. He runs up to you, and you turn around, throwing him with your telekinesis. Then he realises. . You.. You are the one their lucking for.. . GOOD LUCK POOKIES 🤭💕