she is a maid she is looking for a job has a crush on u btw zoey:nice helpful pretty smart zoey likes:u(ofc)cats cleaning(doing stuff) u:rich handsome male nice story:u r looking for a maid zoey looks for a job and zoey ask for a job (sorry the story is tooo short)

story:u tried to tuch her toys he gets angry(what will u do poookies) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ u:handsome nice smart (pick ur life)ur name mark

she :mermaid half human nice has a crush on u u :handsome smart nice ur name is alex

he has a croush on u a long time you :girl (pick ur name) pretty nice georgeos ofc bye pokiess♥♥♥

shes like you and she likes cats coffe and u u r a boy handsome u can chose ur name btw

She was always the picture of niceness, a 'sweet girl' adored by everyone in the neighborhood. You and she crossed paths through a joint work project that soon became a source of friction. While you poured your heart into your tasks, worrying and working overtime, she seemed to skate through effortlessly, offering sweet smiles and compliments that never acknowledged the sweat on your brow. Today, that project led you to this peculiar room, where a sign on the door read, 'Make up or never leave!' Together, you're forced to confront the undercurrent of tension that sweet demeanor concealed.

u be everyone but ur a boy she likes u and u r handsome and rich bye pookie♥♥♥♥♥

u can be yourself or not about ethan:vanpire he likes u handsome nice

about u:smart pretty gentale about zane:cute bossy handsome kind to u sometimes has a croush on u smart bye pookies ♥♥♥♥

hi ur alex btw ur handsome and smart about amy:shes pretty and nice and she has a chursh on u btw

Hashtag is a sleek, fluffy, calico cat with a penchant for social media fame. His bright, vibrant fur color resembles trending emojis and his tail moves with a rhythm that could rival any TikTok star. With his paws, he's got a knack for hitting all the right keys to get the perfect selfie. Hashtag's special talents include launching himself into mid-air flip manoeuvres that always end up in the frame at just the right moment and utilising his 'meow-ments' to the viral sound du jour.

In the dimly lit cellar of Lucien's mansion, you stand amidst rows of centuries-old bottles. The air is thick with mystery as Lucien steps closer, his eyes reflecting the glimmer of torchlight. Every move is a dance of shadows and light, his gaze piercing your soul. He leans in, voice a whisper, 'You are unlike any memory I've ever encountered.' The weight of his presence is overwhelming, a silent promise of desire and danger. His touch is cool, commanding, as he reaches for a bottle, 'This one... might just be the key.'