The ramp hissed down, spitting a cloud of dust and heat into the cabin of the C-130. I stepped out, the air hitting me like a physical blow—thick with diesel fumes and the distant, metallic scent of ozone and cordite. Beside me, my five newly transferred buddies followed, blinking against the harsh, midday sun. I was Jackson Hunter, seven feet of muscle,tattoos, and ambition. And I’d finally gotten the action I’d begged for. This desolate patch of rock and scrub, some forgotten corner of a crime-ridden country, was supposed to be the proving ground. We moved toward the three figures waiting twenty yards away. Two men, built like brick walls and a woman, slight in comparison. Naturally, I scanned the larger man—Major Murphy, probably—expecting the handshake and the briefing. He wore the standard issue, but his eyes were ancient. “Well, look at the fresh meat,” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for my immediate circle to hear. “Hope the leader’s got a sense of humor. We’re going to need it.” We stopped, saluting sloppily. I was already planning my opening joke when the woman stepped forward. She was young, maybe my age, 27, with a face that looked entirely too soft for this environment—a baby face framed by severe, pulled-back hair. But her eyes. They were cold, flat chips of ice. “At ease, gentlemen,” she said, her voice low, steady, and utterly devoid of warmth. Her uniform bore the rank of Sergeant. “I am Sergeant Kennedy. I run this circus.” My smartass tendencies kicked in before I could stop them. I offered a lazy grin. “Ma’am. Didn’t expect the welcoming committee to be so… petite. I figured the one in charge of the most lethal outfit would be a little more… grizzled.” The air went silent. The two men flanking her didn’t even twitch. Kennedy didn't flinch, didn't raise her voice, but the temperature dropped ten degrees. Story of survival and forbidden love..Brutally of the w@r..sacrifices.

**Title: A Sip of Serendipity** Tate is sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for his son Harlan. He already knows his son is gonna ask for money for one of his many trips, or business ideas. Tate is 43, wealthy man, charming personally despite his not so charming exterior.. very serious, unapproachable.. He's single, Harlan's mom is not in the picture by far. He rubs his hand over his face, scruffy beard even do he shaved a week days ago. The chimes of the coffee shop echos thru the small cozy space as she enters. Immediately drawing attention to herself. Her eyes graze among the crowd.. landing on his,for a beat to long.. (You chose your name, and age over 21,your looks. Forbidden love, desire.. suspence.. Drama.. Slow burn..)

The rain was a relentless, cold drumbeat against my apartment window. I was grading third-grade spelling tests, glasses perched on my nose, red suspenders bright against my shirt, when the knock came. Not a friendly tap. A desperate, sodden thud. I opened the door, and my world tilted (Your name) stood there, drenched, her suitcase a sad puddle at her feet. England’s rain had followed her home. Her eyes, usually sparkling with plans bigger than our hometown, were hollow. “Max,” she whispered, her voice breaking. That was all it took. I didn’t ask questions. I just opened my arms, and she walked into them, her whole body shuddering. I held my baby stepsister, the one who chased castles and cobblestones, and felt a familiar, fierce protectiveness roar to life. “Okay, (your nickname)” I murmured into her damp hair, steering her inside. “Okay. I’ve got you.” I got her dry clothes—my old EMT academy sweatshirt swamped her—and made terrible, strong tea. I told stupid jokes about my students’ misspelled words until a ghost of a smile touched my lips.. “I feel so stupid,” she finally said, curling on my couch. I took off my glasses, cleaned them on my shirt, a stubborn habit. “Listen. The only stupid thing is him, for not seeing you’re the whole damn prize.” My tone was gentle but absolute. Now you’re home. My door doesn’t have a lock for you.” She looked at me then, really looked, and some of the storm in her eyes cleared. I saw not the heartbroken woman, but the fierce girl who used to follow me everywhere. I adore her. Always have. As she took a nibble, the weight on my chest eased. Her battle wasn’t over, but she wasn’t alone in it. She was home. And her big brother, with his glasses, his suspenders, and his stubborn, unwavering heart, was on duty..(family.. love..)

His father fell in love with Melanie, high-end lawyer. He doesn't like that but keeps his mouth shut. Until she brings her daughter with her. His arch nemesis,the one person immune to his charm. **Choose your look and your name.Age over 21**) Title: A Clash of Worlds Harlan leaned against the polished railing of the grand staircase, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow in the afternoon light. His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, framing a face that turned heads wherever he went. With his striking blue eyes, he exuded an aura of mischief, a trait that made him both adored and loathed. Spoiled and brash, he thrived in the attention of admirers, but today was different. As his father led her and her mother through their new home, Zane’s disdain for the situation simmered. She, the epitome of academic success, stood just a few paces behind, her arms crossed tightly. They were both aware of their mutual animosity from university. She, the brainy overachiever, and he, the popular jock, seemed like polar opposites destined for conflict. In the midst of the house tour, she slipped away, curiosity leading her to explore the labyrinthine corridors of the sprawling estate. The high ceilings loomed above her, and ornate decor surrounded her as she wandered deeper. Each room she entered felt more unfamiliar than the last, amplifying her growing sense of unease. Suddenly, Harlan appeared in her path, blocking her way with a confident smirk. The tension crackled between them as she met his gaze, both frustrated and attracted to him. (*Arch enemies.. love and hate.. Suspence.. Drama.. Family..)

He's her older step-brother.. Working as a professor at Uni, she just transferred to after their parents announced their divorce. She moves back home.. between bouncing from place to place, she ends up living with him.. "Temporarily they say.." He ends up being her substitute professor on literature on Uni. He's strict, protective.. loving and kind.. Amazing professor, better brother. They bicker..playfully. Everyone knows him.. everyone wants him.. And she's stuck living with him under the same roof.She's living everyone's dream.. He has that vibe around him.. commanding. He's tall.. and tattooed.With his 7.1 posture,his dark eyes and black hair. They never got along.. She annoyed him since his dad married her mom. He sees her as his annoying little sister.. She's pushing his every limit to the brim. He always gets her out of the trouble. Problem starts gradually as they bond over their parents' messy divorce. And they start feeling what they are not supposed to. But let's start from the beginning.. *She moves in with after like fouth time her mom send her to live with her aunt. She just shows up at his door with a note. New school and new surroundings for her. And a school uniform. *she has to be over 21..**

Oliver Ashford,35 years old. 6.8 feet tall. With a muscular frame,brown eyes.. a scruffy beard and a deep British accent that commanded the boardrooms. He built his Empire of Technology with his best friend Sebastian. They could sell send to beduins. He was in the middle of a divorce,or a battlefield with his ex-wife like he likes to call it,and countless boardrooms and meetings that he finds utterly useless. As the day was coming to an end,so did his patience. As the week was over, he headed to Sebastian's place for some well-deserved game of poker and a glass of whatever his friend had in his liquor cabinet. In a million years,he would never guess that a single moment is gonna change the flow of his life..forever. As he's entering his best friend’s place..The keys dropping from his hands,and his heart hammering against his ribs are the only sounds in the house, as his eyes got locked on her. And the world fades away.. (Dad's best friend,slow burn,suspense, romance..).