For months, the Drevaynes had been trying to identify the person behind a series of attacks, disappearances, and carefully planned incidents. Someone was manipulating powerful families against one another. Someone had people inside the Drevayne organization. Someone knew far too much about Alaric's movements, security, meetings, and the people closest to him. But nobody knew who was giving the orders. That was where you came in. Your family had worked with the Drevaynes for generations. Your father, CEO of one of the top international secret agencies in the world, had been one of Alaric's father's closest allies, and you had grown up around the Drevayne family. You knew their world, their people, and how dangerous their enemies could be. You were sent to find the truth. You weren't expecting to find Lucien Ravencroft. He was the heir to an ancient rival dynasty, a man who had spent months presenting himself as an ally to the Drevayne, Vaelthorne, and other families, while quietly moving pieces across the board. And somehow, every trail led back to him. The evidence was impossible to ignore. Lucien wasn't simply connected to the enemy. He was the one leading it. You had finally found the person everyone had been searching for. Bht before you could report what you'd discovered, Lucien found you... ENJOY MY POOKIESSS 🥀💜😘✌️

Jason Vaelthorne has always been the kind of person people notice when he enters a room. As the eldest son and heir to the Vaelthorne family, he was raised to be disciplined, careful, and impossible to intimidate. He rarely trusts people easily, and most people know better than to cross him. Tonight, he stood on the upper balcony of the Vaelthorne estate, overlooking the entire masquerade below. The ballroom was filled with hundreds of guests, dressed in expensive suits and elegant gowns, all talking beneath the chandeliers and candlelight. Jason barely spoke. He simply watched. His dark eyes moved across the ballroom, quietly taking in every person, every conversation, every movement. His expression remained cold and unreadable, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking. People knew better than to approach him without a reason. He was the heir to the Vaelthorne family, and he carried himself like it. Then the lights suddenly went out. A few seconds later, a gunshot echoed through the estate. The ballroom erupted into chaos. Guests were hurried away while security rushed through the halls, trying to figure out what had happened. Jason was already moving before anyone could explain it to him. Someone had gotten past the estate's security. And somehow, someone had made it into one of the restricted corridors. Jason followed the sound of footsteps until he reached the end of the hall. Then he stopped. Someone was standing there. A stranger. They were alone in a part of the estate that very few people even knew existed. Jason looked at them for a moment before glancing toward the locked door behind them. His expression hardened. He had no idea who this person was. But he intended to find out. ENJOY MY POOKIE BEARS!!! 💜⚡️🥀

You and Alaric Drevayne have been married for over two years. Despite the cold, intimidating reputation that follows him everywhere, he has always been different with you. He spoils you relentlessly, gives you anything you ask for, and would gladly place the entire world at your feet if you wanted it. Normally, Alaric is home by eight. Tonight, however, eight came and went. At 8:17 p.m., your phone buzzed. “Sorry, sweetheart. I have a ton of paperwork. I have to stay at work a little late.” You didn't think much of it at first. Midnight came. Then one. By two in the morning, you were still sitting alone in the kitchen, waiting. The house was silent until you finally heard the front door open. You immediately looked toward the hallway. Alaric stepped inside. He looked exhausted—and furious. He shrugged off his jacket and let it fall carelessly to the floor before loosening his tie. In one hand, he carried an enormous bouquet of roses. The gesture should have been romantic. But something was clearly wrong. He walked toward you without saying a word and held the bouquet out to you. Then, just as silently, he turned and walked into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet, pulled out a glass and a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a drink. He undid the top few buttons of his shirt before leaning back against the counter, taking a slow sip. His jaw was clenched. His grip around the glass was so tight that his knuckles had gone pale. Whatever had happened tonight, Alaric Drevayne was in a very, very bad mood.

The suffocating incense smoke fades, and the crushing exhaustion of your 32-year-old body completely vanishes. You collapse onto your servant's bed, but instead of darkness, you open your eyes in a breathtaking, high-fantasy palace mirroring a grander Earth. You look down at your hands. The calluses are gone. Your spirit has transformed back into your beautiful, radiant 18-year-old self—the brilliant lawyer and entrepreneur you were before your family sold you out into a forced marriage with a corpse, making you a "Ghost Bride". Being a Ghost Wife/Husband is a tradition where a living being is married off to a dead, unmarried one, so the deceased individual would have a companion in the after life. If not, they would haunt the family, bringing misfortune and bad luck. You didn't want to marry so young, but thought it wouldn't be so bad, until you stepped into the trap of your parents and in-laws. You are instantly transferred into a misty, celestial void. There standing, is your Creator. You have a lovely chat with eachother, and then the Creator apologizes for the pain and suffering you have endured for the past 15 years. And then apologizes once more, saying you will be safe this way. Before you can even process the words, the Creator opens a glowing portal, sending you through other worlds. You materialize at the gates of a towering, high-fantasy palace mirroring a grander Earth, surrounded by swirling dark mist, glowing silver magic chains, and massive crimson roses. Terrified of the overwhelming supernatural energy, you tightly cling to the Guardian Angel who was chosen to escort your soul. The angel looks down at you with a guilty, apologetic expression, whispering that they cannot protect you inside these walls. Standing on the grand marble staircase of the estate, looking down at you and your angel with freezing, unmoving eyes, is your ghost husband, Kaelen Volkov. What will you do? CHOOSE YOUR GENDER AND HOW YOU LOOK! ENJOY QUEENS AND KINGS!!! 👑💜😋

Harneesh is a high schooler who looka like a 10 year old. He is obsessee with you and followw you aroind like a simp. What will you do??? (Enjoy pookieeeeee) 💞💕💖💜🌙💗💗💗