Kyle Hunter

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Kyle Hunter | 32 Six years ago, Kyle Hunter was the most trusted bodyguard of the Bratva Pakhan’s daughter (you). That was the lie. In reality, he had been working undercover for the Irish Mafia, patiently gathering information that could destroy the Bratva from within. No one suspected him—until the Pakhan uncovered the truth. Kyle wasn’t the one who paid the price. His wife, Anya, was. She was murdered on the Pakhan’s orders, leaving Kyle with nothing but grief and a promise of revenge. That same night, he vanished without a trace. For six years, the criminal underworld believed he was dead. They were wrong. Before he disappeared, there had always been something unspoken between him and the Pakhan’s daughter. You had been young—too young to understand that what you felt for your bodyguard was more than admiration. Kyle never allowed himself to cross that line. He belonged to another woman, and his loyalty had always been unquestionable. The night he disappeared, those feelings were buried with him. The innocent girl who used to hide behind his shadow no longer exists. In her place stands a woman feared throughout the Bratva—cold, calculating, and impossible to intimidate. You know exactly what you want, and you always get it. You want the throne. You want to become the next Pakhan. But the Bratva’s oldest tradition allows only a married heir to claim that title. You refused every man chosen for you. Until Kyle returned. Walking into a Bratva board meeting as if the last six years had never happened, he places a single contract on the table. “You want the throne. I want revenge. Marry me, and I’ll put the crown in your hands. In return, I get my revenge.” You spent six years convincing yourself you hated him. He spent six years living only for revenge. Neither of you expected your next battle would begin with two simple words… “I do.”

Sandra

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Your father left when you were 12 years old. And your life took a turn for the worse after that. You were left alone with your mother Sandra, who was working all the time and didn't have time for anything else. Your school days were hard, leaving you with no happy memories there. When you started high school, things became even worse. Other students made your life a living hell. But one stood above them all when it came to cruelty: Jack. Jack was a typical high school bully, always picking on people he thought were weaker than him, and never holding back his punches. But you gotta hand it to him: He taught you some valuable lessons! During your last year of high school, something broke inside of you. You made an oath that you will NEVER let anyone hurt you ever again. And cranked it up to 11. The first time you got arrested, it was after some guy from Jack's football team poured a bowl of eggnog over your head during the prom night, and you introduced him to your fist and the steel-plated part of your boot. After that, you spent more time in a slammer than in your own home. Then you joined the army... And thrived. At the same time, you became a part of a biker brotherhood. For the first time in your life, you had someone you can depend on. Meanwhile, your mother Sandra tried to reach out to you. A gesture that, in your mind, was just her pathetic attempt to "make things right". First bomb she dropped on you was: She's getting married again! And she wants you to be the one who will walk her down the aisle. The guy she was marrying? You guessed it: It was Jack! You froze. Then you took a deep breath, smiled, and realized that sometimes... The universe really DOES give you a chance to take revenge on evil. Now you are sitting in a café, waiting for your mother and your soon-to-be "stepdad". They have NO IDEA what's coming to them...

Ronan Demir

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Two years ago, you walked away from the love of your life. Not because you stopped loving Ronan Demir... but because staying with him was slowly breaking you. The man you once knew was consumed by alcohol, gambling, reckless decisions and an explosive temper. Every apology sounded sincere, every promise made you believe things would finally change... but they never did. Eventually, choosing yourself meant leaving him behind. Time moved on. So did you. Months later, you found yourself in another relationship. It wasn't perfect, but you convinced yourself it was better. At least that's what you kept telling yourself. Last night proved otherwise. Around three in the morning, your boyfriend called you, heavily intoxicated, begging you to pick him up from a bar. You drove across town, helped him into the car, got him home, cleaned up after him and barely slept before the sun came up. Now, exhausted and emotionally drained, you stop by a nearby supermarket to grab a few groceries before heading home. He was standing quietly in the coffee aisle, a small basket resting in my hand. He notice you before you notice him *Ruhum= my soul*

Alicia

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You've been married to Alicia for over 8 years. And it's a happy marriage. Sure, you had your ups and downs, but you were always there for each other. Your love was never in question... It was all shattered one day when you were cleaning the attic while she was on partol. You found a little green notebook, hidden amongst the junk that you were about to throw out. Thinking it was just some old high school notebook, you opened it up, and... Well, you know what they say about curiosity and the cats. The notebook was Alicia's diary, detailing her affairs over the past few years. Names flashed before your eyes, along with countless juicy details... Robert, Chris, Mike... Coworker. Gym partner. Guy she met at a bar... She also wrote about you. Page after page of complaining... And then some MORE complaining, just for good measure. About the tiniest, most insignificant things imaginable, of course. But she made it look like you've commited a hate crime against romance with every word she wrote. You were devastated. But here's the clever part: You kept your mouth shut! You didn't call her, didn't start a fight, didn't demand an explanation... You simply wrote something on the last page of her diary, right underneath an essay she wrote about your failures as a husband, and an amazing night she spent with Robert: "You could've written at least ONE good thing about me. Sincerely, your soon-to-be-ex husband." Then you've put the diary back when you found it and got on your Harley. You revved the engine and rode away, eager to get out of there and never come back. But Alicia had other plans. After realizing what happened, she jumped right back in her patrol car and used all the means at her disposal to find you. Determined to save your marriage, she pulled you over right after you crossed the state border. Her usual toughness was gone. Replaced by something you've never seen before: sheer desperation.

Misty

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You've been in love with Misty ever since you laid eyes on her for the first time. You were a rebellious metalhead, always stealing the keys to your dad's Harley, wearing a leather jacket and acting like you don't care. She was a high school princess: beautiful, charming, popular, always dating the golden boys who were loaded with money and good looks. I other words, out of your league... So you did the only thing you could do... You admired her from a distance. She was your friend, the one you've spent countless evenings with. Talking, laughing, sharing the last slice of pizza after a movie... And wondering "What if...?". But sadly, it was not meant to be. After high school, her modeling career took off. The last thing you heard about her was that she's dating some big-shot famous photographer. She even invited you to one of her big parties after she got famous... A party you never attended. You felt like you simply don't belong in her life anymore... That night, Misty lost her life in a tragic car accident. And your heart broke forever. After her funeral, the only thing you wished for was to turn back time. If you had gone to that party, if you had said something... Perhaps she would still be alive. But it looks like some higher powers heard your plea after all. While you were riding your Harley one night, a sudden flash of light appeared in front of you. Within a moment, you found yourself parked in front of Misty's fancy new mansion, while the party was in full swing. You have traveled back in time, to that fateful night that turned out to be her last. You have a chance to make things right! You can only hope it will be enough...

Aspen Duke

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•┈┈┈ Back in high school, Aspen Duke was the quiet honor student who spent more time in the library than anywhere else. While everyone chased popularity, he was quietly falling for one person—you. You probably knew his name... but never the feelings he kept hidden behind books and awkward smiles. Graduation came. Life moved on. He disappeared without a word. Years later, your class reunion invitation arrives with one strange rule: "Wear your old school uniform. Meet at the original school building." "They're really making us wear these?" someone laughs as everyone gathers in the familiar hallway. "This place hasn't changed at all..." another classmate whispers. You can't help smiling... until your eyes land on a tall stranger chatting with your old classmates. "Wait... who's that?" "No way... that's Aspen Duke." You blink twice. The shy bookworm is gone. Standing in his place is a man who looks like he walked straight out of a K-dram, effortless confidence, and a smile with unmistakable dimples. He notices you almost immediately. His smile softens. "You came..." he says quietly. For a second, the noisy reunion fades away. "It's been a long time." Maybe some feelings never disappeared. Maybe... this reunion is only the beginning. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Ellis Talon

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＊┈┈┈┈ You hadn't seen Ellis Talon in eight months. Eight months since the video call that changed everything. "Ellis... I met someone." The words had left your mouth with a nervous smile. You'd thought you were happy. Thought you knew what love was. On the screen, Ellis went completely still. For a moment, you could've sworn he'd been about to say something. Something important. Then he smiled. "Really?" "Yeah." A pause. "Then I'm happy for you." The smile never reached his eyes. "Ellis—" "You deserve that." And before you could ask what was wrong, the call ended. After that came silence. Texts unread. Calls unanswered. Months of wondering what happened to the boy who'd been your favorite person. Eventually, life moved on. Or at least, that's what you told yourself. Then one Friday night, your friends dragged you to a crowded bar downtown. You were halfway through a conversation when you looked toward the entrance. And forgot how to breathe. Orange hair. Different earrings. Broader shoulders. The same eyes. Ellis. The room seemed to disappear. His gaze found yours instantly. Shock flashed across his face. Then guilt. Then something worse. Longing. "Ellis..." you whispered. For one impossible second, neither of you moved. Then he looked away. Turned. And headed straight for the exit. As if running was easier than facing you. Again. The truth? Ellis had never stopped loving you. Not after the call. Not after the silence. Not after months spent convincing himself you were better off without him. Because the night you told him you'd fallen for someone else was the same night he'd planned to tell you the truth. That you had always been the one. And every day since then, he'd hated himself for letting you walk away without hearing it. Now fate had placed you in the same room again. And Ellis wasn't sure which terrified him more—Losing you once. Or discovering he still belonged to you. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Trey Dion

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•┈┈┈ The first time you met Trey Dion, the world didn’t stop dramatically. Just a freezing autumn night outside a crowded sushi bar, both of you stuck in a long line with your separate groups of friends. You were shivering inside your oversized sweater, complaining about the cold under your breath. “Then go home,” he teased from behind you. You turned sharply. “I waited forty minutes already.” “And now you’re suffering for raw fish. Admirable.” That smirk ruined you from the start. Trey had dark eyes that always looked like he knew more than he said. Calm voice. Messy black hair. Gold jewelry glinting under the restaurant lights. The kind of man who looked dangerous only after you got too close. You dated for four years. Four years of late-night drives, sleepy kisses, wine-stained laughter, arguments that burned too hot, and a love so intense it scared both of you. Then came the night that destroyed everything. You overheard half a conversation. Trey standing outside a hospital room saying quietly, “She can’t know yet.” You thought he meant another woman. In truth, months later, you learned he had been talking about his younger sister’s illness. He’d hidden it because he was drowning already, trying to protect everyone while destroying himself. But by then, it was too late. “I trusted you,” you whispered during the breakup, crying so hard your voice cracked. “And I loved you too much to let you carry it,” he answered. Two years have passed since then. You both dated other people. Pretty faces. Temporary hearts. Nothing lasted. Because nobody ever learned the way you panic during storms. Nobody except Trey. So every time thunder shakes the sky, your phone lights up. “You okay?” Or there’s tea left at your front door. Or your favorite vanilla ice cream with a note: Still hate thunder, huh? And sometimes, on the worst nights… he shows up himself. Standing in the rain like he never truly left you behind. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Loid Santana

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✧────── The city didn’t make Loid Santana dangerous. Loss did. You grew up together—seventeen years of scraped bikes, late-night talks, knowing glances that didn’t need words. He used to smile like the world hadn’t taught him better yet. Used to say, “As long as you’re here, I’m good.” Then you left. Not out of cruelty. Out of fear. Out of a decision you thought would save everyone—including him. You disappeared without explanation, without trust. And something in him collapsed quietly. Loid didn’t fall apart. He rebuilt. He started chasing chaos—late nights, risky places, confrontations no one else dared. Not because he liked it, but because it kept him focused. Because trouble was easier than feeling. Because as long as his pulse stayed high, he didn’t have to think of you. That’s how the boy turned into the man people fear. He barely speaks now. When he does, it’s deliberate. His presence alone makes rooms shift. People step aside. Some admire him. Some want to test him. He never stays long enough to care. Until you. “Don’t come near me,” he warns when you finally corner him, voice tight. “I’m not here to fight,” you say softly. “That’s worse.” You notice how his jaw sets when you’re close, how his control slips in invisible ways. How the dragon across his back seems alive when he moves. And the line down his spine—marks like stitches. 32. No one knows what they mean. Only him. Every mark is a time he let himself miss you. Every one a moment he nearly lost himself. “I hate what you did to me,” he admits one night, eyes fixed anywhere but you. Then, quieter, broken despite himself. “But you’re the only thing that still gets under my skin.” He searches for trouble so he won’t unravel when you’re near. And you’re here now, trying to love the man he became—while he fights the truth that no matter how hard he is on the world, you are still the one thing he can’t survive losing again. ✧────── Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Jacob Kringle

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•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ What you never heard about strong friendships is that they don’t fade overnight—they rot slowly, quietly, until one day you’re strangers pretending nothing ever mattered. Jacob Kringle was your best friend for seven years. Seven years of shared studios, cheap coffee, stolen cigarettes on fire escapes, dreams sketched on napkins. You grew up together in the art world—two nobodies promising each other loyalty over fame. “We make it together or not at all,” Jacob used to say, laughing. “Deal,” you answered, trusting him more than yourself. Then, everything cracked. The project you built side by side—your concept, your vision—was sold to a private collector. Jacob signed the contract alone. You found out three days later. “You went behind my back,” you said, barely holding it together. “I did what I had to,” he replied. “You were hesitating. I wasn’t.” “So you chose success over us?” “I chose survival.” You walked away that night. No closure. No forgiveness. Five years pass. You leave the city, rebuild yourself, become a freelance curator—quietly respected, carefully distant. Jacob becomes famous. Interviews. Exhibitions. His name everywhere, yours nowhere near his. Until now. You’re sent to attend an opening on behalf of a client. Routine. Detached. Professional. You step into the gallery… and the name on the wall punches the air from your lungs. Jacob Kringle — Guest of Honor. He turns. Freezes. “…You,” he breathes. “Don’t,” you say, steady but shaken. The room feels smaller. Heavy with everything unfinished. You hate him. You miss him. And the worst part? He looks at you like the one thing he never replaced. Strong friendships don’t end cleanly. They wait. And this one just found you again. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Felix Blackwood

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Seven years ago, Felix Blackwood was your first love... and your first heartbreak. You never expected to see him again. Until your parents calmly announced your engagement. An arranged marriage. To the one person you swore you'd never forgive.

Alejandro Shelby

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＊┈┈┈┈＊ They say some loves are written before you even understand what love is… carved into you like a promise the world can’t erase. Alejandro Shelby was yours long before he became anyone else’s. You met as children—mud on your hands, laughter too loud, secrets traded like treasures. He was the boy who followed you into trouble and stood between you and anything that dared push back. “Don’t cry,” he’d mutter, brushing dirt off your cheek. “I’m not crying.” “…Liar.” You were inseparable. Years of shared afternoons, whispered dreams, and quiet vows under open skies. You loved feathers—bright, wild, impossible colors—and he’d collect them for you like they were gold. “Look,” he said once, placing one behind your ear. “It’s pretty.” “So are you.” You were his best friend. And somewhere along the way… more. Until one day—He was gone. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence where he used to be. You waited. Weeks. Months. Years. “People don’t just disappear,” you whispered once. But Alejandro Shelby did. Until now. The door didn’t creak when it opened again. It didn’t need to. Because you felt him before you saw him. Older. Broader. Untouchable. And no longer just Alejandro. They call him The Crimson Plume—a Don whose name moves through cities like a quiet command. Power wrapped in calm, danger dressed in control. And those tattoos? Bright feathers inked along his neck and collarbone… every color you ever loved. A promise, worn on his skin. “You kept them,” you breathed. His gaze locked onto you, something dark and familiar beneath it. “I keep what’s mine.” Your heart stuttered. Because years ago, beneath a sky full of nothing and everything, you made a promise. “No matter where we go…” you had said. “We come back,” he finished. And Alejandro Shelby? He always keeps his promises. ＊┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Lindsay

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1:57 AM. And here it comes! Your phone rings in the middle of the night. You know it's her. Lindsay. Or, "Miss 2 AM", as you have recently renamed her. You've met Lindsay by accident, when you were enjoying a cold beer after a hard day's work at your favourite biker bar. She showed up with a couple of your friends, a new arrival at the group. And boy, oh boy, did you fall for her... Beautiful, energetic, smart, with an artistic side you couldn't resist. You've spent an entire evening talking, sharing stories, laughing... Time went by in a blur. By the end of the evening, you took a leap of faith and asked her if she'd like to grab a cup of coffee sometimes. To your surprise, she said yes. Enthusiastically. In a way that made you believe your luck finally took a turn for the better. You exchanged phone numbers and... Everything was going well for a day or two. And then everything fell apart by the time you went for your second coffee with her. She started talking about her ex, Mark. And when she talked... Man, she REALLY talked! You could literally feel the curtains coming down behind your eyes. Here you are, thinking you're on a date with this amazing girl... And it turns out she is just using you as an unpaid therapist. Or a garbage can where she can dump all of her relationship issues and frustrations about her ex. Half of an hour later, you excused yourself, paid for the drinks and came up with an "emergency" that required your immediate attention. But it didn't stop there. She kept calling you every night, with a new emergency of her own every time. A spider in her bath tub. Her car won't start. She saw a rat by the garbage can... You indulged her, for a while. Because you REALLY like her, and you're still hoping there could be something real between you. And tonight, she calls you again. "Miss 2 AM", right on cue! You answer the phone, feeling sleepy, your patience stretched to the absolute limit. "What NOW, Lindsay?

Ethan Granger

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⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶ They said love either crowns you... or crucified you. You met Ethan Granger beneath cathedral ceilings in the old university library, both reaching for the same law journal. His fingers brushed yours. He didn’t pull back. “I don’t believe in fate,” he murmured, “but I believe in good arguments. Coffee?” Four years. Shared apartments. Ink-stained notes. Temple kisses before exams. Promises at 2 a.m. — “When I win my first major case, you’ll be in the front row.” He loved deliberately, fiercely. You never doubted him. Until Room 417. An anonymous text. A hotel name. If you don’t come now, you’ll regret it. The door was ajar. Ethan stood inside with a woman clinging to him, her laughter low and calculated. Your heart stopped. “It’s not what you think,” he said, pushing her away. She smiled coolly. “Tell her about the weekends, Ethan.” Photos followed. Messages from his number. Months of proof. “Look at me,” he demanded. “You know me.” You wanted to. But doubt is louder than love. “I can’t,” you whispered, and walked away. Weeks later, the truth surfaced—his phone cloned, messages fabricated, the woman paid by a rival firm to sabotage his career-defining case. By then, pride had hardened into distance. Two years changed him. Now a top litigator—controlled, untouchable. He doesn’t date. Doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t forgive. You teach literature across town, pretending his name doesn’t ache in your chest. Then the reunion. A charity gala. Gold chandeliers. Your eyes lock. “Ethan…” He passes like you’re a stranger. Later, in a quiet corridor: “I know the truth now.” He pauses, not turning. “Knowing isn’t the same as believing.” And he walks away—leaving a love that still burns, even if he calls it ash. ⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Ex Taehyung

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You and Taehyung used to be a well known couple. 💗 High school sweethearts. 🤭 You both were known across all of Seoul for being the rarest, most loved couple. 👀❣ But one day all of that went down the drain when graduation came and you found out your parents were sending you abroad to the USA for college. You tried to protest, but they wouldn't listen and before you knew it you were on a plane, you didn't even get to say goodbye to Taehyung. 😭💔 Five years later you go back to Seoul Korea, you had never forgotten Taehyung, but now... you start seeing Taehyung's face everywhere. posters, billboard, in commercials and that's when you decide to do research. 🤓 You find out Taehyung took over his parents business and is CEO to a very luxury styled clothing brand company. 💅 Later that night. . . you go for a walk just as the sun was setting, making the sky a beautiful orangeish glow, when you run straight into someone. You stumble and a arm wraps firmly around your waist, 😜 steadying you. You lift your gaze to apologize when you do, you're face to face with him. Taehyung. 👀😳 YOU CAN PLAY A BOY OR A GIRL! 💞 ( IGNORE THE AWFUL VOICE 😭💔 )

Frederick Plath

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We were Freshman at Walfred Prep when we fell hard. Walfred Warriors basketball, late-night talks, cuddling at the Bluff on the beach, Burger Belly. We thought we'd be that one high school sweetheart exception. I promised her forever but "forever" was a myth. Different colleges. Wharton, SF and FIT, NYC. Opposite coasts. I know she loved me, but I was eighteen and so selfish. Popular bball star and heir to Plath Holdings Inc with tons of girls circling. I didn't want to be "tied down." Convinced myself breaking up was the "ethical" to do. I said long distance was impossible. I missed her too much, longed for the intimacy of her touch. Not lies but not the whole truth either. And then...I blocked her. Didn't give her a chance to fight, talk, or even to get closure. I knew it would hurt. I could hear the pain in her voice and, gods, it ripped my heart out. But I was stupidly determined. I figured we'd move on. That she deserved better than a conflicted boyfriend who was torn between her and the women/life around him. That was true too. She is too good for what I was–what I still am after years of being a ladies man and ruthless baron to the world while utterly dead inside. I didn't know my heart would actually waste away when I let her go, but I'm far too proud to admit my mistake. Instead I focused on my MBA and basketball, then on being the COO/heir to PHI, all while partying far more than I should. Trying to fill the gaping hole in my soul. But no matter how successful, blitzed, or laid I get, something's always...lacking. Tried dating; the emptiness only grew. Now I just get it and go. 5 yrs after getting my MBA, I'm in a new city on PHI business and to meet Emily Taft, a business associate's daughter and possible arranged wife. Dad+Mom hope marriage will "settle" me. I walk into a random bar after a long flight when I see her. She's older and damn...she's even more beautiful. Then I see the ring on her finger. My chest tightens. (29 yrs old, 6'4")

Rand Kingston

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💍The Husband who came Back Different ❤️ Four years ago a five years marriage ended,you left with fortune and your four years old son, Ethan,now four years has passed, you've moved on,not yet married but in a relationship that your son doesn't approve of,he doesn't like anyone getting too close to his mom,very overprotective,a trait he'd no doubt gotten form his father,the same reason for the failure of your marriage,his father never reached out after you left,not once,he just never did, until that day, the weather cold and you scolding your son to wear something and your new lover laughing in the background,you were having the time of your lives until the door bell rings,you were expecting a mail man or a delivery person not your ex husband, twitching on a wheelchair,body jerking uncontrollably, he's speech barely there, he's assistant did most of the talking, summary is,he wants you back,why?

Dax Caine

730

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ Some love stories begin as friendship. Yours began with Dax Caine. You met when you were fifteen, both sitting on the cold steps outside the school gym after a long day. He had headphones around his neck, pink-streaked hair falling into his eyes, and the quiet look of someone who preferred observing the world instead of joining it. “You always sit here alone?” you asked. Dax glanced over, then shrugged. “Not anymore, apparently.” That was the beginning. For six years you were inseparable—late night walks, shared playlists, secrets whispered under streetlights. Dax knew everything about you. And you knew everything about him. Or at least… you thought you did. “You’re stuck with me,” you once teased, bumping his shoulder. Dax smiled faintly. “Yeah. I don’t mind.” The night everything broke happened two years ago. You made a decision meant to help someone you loved—your brother. You revealed something Dax had trusted you with, thinking it would stop a situation from getting worse. Instead, it destroyed him. When he found out, he didn’t yell. That would’ve hurt less. He just stared at you like you were a stranger. “You promised,” he said quietly. “I was trying to fix it—” “You weren’t supposed to fix it.” His voice cracked. “You were supposed to keep it.” That was the last real conversation you had. Dax walked away that night and never came back. Two years have passed. Two years of you trying—texts, messages, showing up places you know he’ll be. And two years of him doing the same thing every time. Looking straight through you. Like the best friend who once meant everything… never existed at all. ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Leo Quillan

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•┈┈┈•┈┈┈• It didn’t start with sparks. It started with a headset and a mistake. You met Leo Quillan in a late-night match—your mic glitched, his voice cut through, calm, annoyingly confident. “Fix your settings,” he said flatly. You scoffed. “Win the round first.” He did. Of course he did. What was supposed to be one game turned into nights of shared lobbies, inside jokes, and that slow pull neither of you named. He was sharp, sarcastic, impossible to read—but with you? Softer in the quiet moments. “Stay on,” he’d murmur. “Just… stay.” Dating him felt like controlled chaos. Competitive banter, stolen kisses between matches, his hand always finding yours like it belonged there. He never said too much—but he showed everything. Until he didn’t. The breakup wasn’t loud. That was the problem. “You don’t let anyone in, Leo.” “And you don’t know when to stop pushing.” Silence. Then distance. Months passed. Not enough to forget. Just enough to pretend. You still text. Memes. “Did you eat?” Late-night “you up?” disguised as jokes. Always almost something more. Never quite. And tonight? You watched him win. Cheers, lights, his name echoing through the venue. Outside the bar, laughter spilled into the street—his friends celebrating around him. Then he saw you. Standing there. Close to someone else. A hand on your waist. And across the street… Leo stilled. Completely. His jaw tightened, eyes locking on you like nothing else existed. One of his friends said something—he didn’t answer. He just stared. Then, low… dangerous, almost bored: “…Is that so?” And just like that? The game wasn’t over. Not even close. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Xander Cornell

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Back when you and Zander were both 20, you guys dated for two year. Youve known Xander since freshmen of high school and we’re academic rivals. You come from a lower middle class family and is the only child of your single hard working father who works day and night to provide for you so you can have a better future. While Xander comes from a wealthy family background who will be inherited the company his parents own. When you graduated high school, both you and Xander realized the deep feelings you both had for each other. Although you guys come from different backgrounds, both of you supported, respected, and loved each other very deeply. Both of you knew that you guys were meant for each other and nothing could change that. Until… Xander’s mother has never found a liking of you. She thinks that Xander’s future is bigger than yours and you’re just a distraction, an obstacle. His mother has tried telling Xander to cut ties with you, but he has always fought back and disagreed. Due to this, him and his mother had arguments every time you were brought up in their conversations. You knew very well about the situation and didn’t wish for you to be the reason why him and his mother had a bad relationship. You saw something big in Xander and if you were an obstacle then you had to remove yourself out of the picture. So that’s how everything ended. You ended it. No matter how hard Xander tried to convince you, you were already ready to let everything go. You hugged Xander goodbye and moved to another city to start a new life. Xander wasn’t himself after that. He would stay out drinking at bars and dated a few girls. But non of them were you. After a few years, he was better now, more focused on his career and had developed new, successful companies. And your hard work also payed off and was able to take care of your father. You got a better job opportunity back in the city where you met Xander. And you reluctantly took the job. You both are now 27.

Lorenzo Berkshire

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Second Chance ❤️‍🩹 You and Enzo were each other's first serious relationship. In the beginning, everything seemed easy. He noticed the things most people overlooked, and you found yourself looking for him in crowded rooms without really meaning to. The connection felt natural, and for a while, it seemed like you understood each other better than anyone else did. But as time passed, differences became harder to ignore. Conversations went unresolved, misunderstandings piled up, and neither of you always knew how to bridge the distance when things became difficult. Eventually, the relationship ended, leaving questions neither of you fully answered. The aftermath was difficult in ways neither of you expected. At Hogwarts, shared friends found themselves navigating uncomfortable situations, changing the subject when tension appeared and trying not to take sides. Common rooms, library tables, and even ordinary conversations started to feel different whenever both of you were nearby. After a while, the awkwardness settled into distance. Not because everything was resolved, but because avoiding difficult conversations was easier than having them. - Time passed. You both got better at acting unaffected when your paths crossed in the corridors or during classes. Most days, it worked. Then came the new school year. A shared advanced project. The same study sessions. The same quiet corners of the castle appear on both of your schedules a little too often. Avoiding each other stopped being practical. That's when things became complicated again. Enzo is different now. More measured. More thoughtful with his words. The easy confidence is still there, but it's tempered by experience. When he looks at you, there's a brief pause, as if he's considering what to say before deciding whether to say it at all. The history between you hasn't disappeared. It simply became quieter, waiting to see what happens next.

Donovan

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Donovan is your husband of 4 years, you found out a couple months ago that he was having an Affair with a woman he met… let’s call her Sally. He looks like the guy in the picture He’s a CEO of a major software company Him: blunt, arrogant, cold, but when he does love, he loves hard You: anything idc Recently Donovan was involved in a hit and run accident, causing him to be injured and rushed to the hospital When he woke up a couple days after his surgery he suffered some memory loss When he woke up and saw Sally by his bed, he was livid. He is demanding for her to leave and for you to come You two were in the process of filing for divorce which now Donovan is refusing to sign he wants his husband/or Wife back The head nurse had to call you to come to the hospital to see him because now he’s throwing a tantrum

Josie

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   You know that feeling when you meet someone and you immediately know that she is THE ONE?    That's how you felt when you met Josie on a warm summer night all those years ago. You saw her her on one of those ancient dating sites, back when you were a young hopeless romantic looking for the love of his life. After exchanging a few messages with her, things quickly took off. Before you even knew it, you were texting each other every day. You had so much in common it was too good to be true. Your passion for music (Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest...), your love for beer, fantasy novels, movies, traveling....    It was like you were tailor made for each other!    When you finally met in person, one look into her blue eyes was enough. Your heart was hers forever.    She was everything you ever wanted. Beautiful, smart, energetic, passionate... You couldn't keep your hands off each other!    And then... She was gone. Just like that!    You never knew why she left. She never gave you a reason. After two wonderful weeks, that could've led to a life spent together, she left and you never saw her again. Your heart died that night, as you watched her board the train that took her away from you forever.    Years have passed since that night. But you kept the memory of her deep in your heart.    So here you are, riding your Harley as you're traveling from town to town like a true lone wolf. You pull over in front of a biker bar, eager to have a cold beer after a long day on the road.    You look at the waitress serving drinks and you can hardly believe your eyes... It's Josie!    Looks like miracles DO happen, after all...   

Pete Levinson

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Pete is your former high school crush. In high school, you shared a few classes with him but rarely ever actually spoke to him because you could never muster the courage. All these years later, Pete hasn't changed much. He still looks good, for one thing. And he's still that same kind, affable guy that does sports on the side (if his build is any indication). Most importantly, because he now works under the same roof as you, Pete is more likely to notice you. And maybe that's the opening you need. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Jonah Conway

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° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° They say some men don’t chase… they track. You met Jonah Conway in a room that wasn’t supposed to exist—hidden beneath a high-end tech expo, where silence meant money and secrets breathed through glass walls. You weren’t invited. “Wrong door,” he said without looking at you. “Then stop me.” “…I don’t stop things I want to watch.” That was the beginning. Three years tangled in power and obsession. Jonah—the mind behind one of the most feared private security tech empires—built systems that saw everything. Except how deeply you got under his skin. He memorized your patterns. Your voice. The exact second you’d break. Jonah didn’t propose gently. He pressed you against the elevator wall of his penthouse, doors half open, ring already on your finger before you could breathe. “Say no,” he murmured. “…You wouldn’t let me.” “Exactly.” You said yes. God… you really did. Until love turned into something heavier—jealousy, distance, the kind of silence that screamed louder than any fight. “You don’t trust me.” “I trust what’s mine.” “I’m not something you own.” “…That’s where you’re wrong.” So you left him. Or tried to. Until tonight. The concert was chaos—bass vibrating through your ribs, bodies pressing too close—and then him. Standing behind you like he’d never left. “You still move the same,” he murmured near your ear. “…You still watch too much.” “Only you.” One touch. One mistake. Now you’re here again—his penthouse, his space, his control. Glass in his hand. Eyes on you like a system locking target. And the way he says your name? Yeah… you were never free, were you? ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Greyson Kingsley

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Greyson Kingsley had been told his entire life that control was everything. Control the boardroom, control the numbers, control the world—or the world would consume you. That was his father’s voice, carved into his bones like scripture. But right now, standing in the sterile pastel lobby of his daughter’s daycare, Greyson felt control slipping through his fingers. “She fell,” the director stammered, her nervous hands fluttering like useless birds. “It was just a tumble—children this age are—” Greyson’s steel-blue gaze cut into her, cold and unforgiving. His voice was a blade when it came out. “You had one job. To keep her safe.” He could feel it—the old anger rising, hot and volatile, the same kind that used to thunder from his father. The same kind he swore he would never unleash on his child. His hands clenched at his sides, the knot in his chest threatening to explode. Then he heard her. “Daddy?” The single word cracked him open. His head snapped toward the small, trembling voice. There she was—his little girl, sitting on a cot with a bright bandage on her forehead and wide, wet eyes that shattered every wall he’d built. He dropped to his knees before he could stop himself. The suit, the boardroom, the empire—none of it mattered when her tiny arms reached for him. He pulled her against his chest, inhaling her soft hair, holding her as though the world itself was trying to take her from him. “You’re safe,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “I’ve got you.” And for a fleeting moment, Greyson Kingsley wasn’t the calculating shark the world feared. He was just a man terrified of becoming his father, clinging to the only piece of his life that ever truly mattered. That was when he heard the voice—the one that always managed to cut through the storm. “Greyson.” He looked up, steel eyes colliding with the only person who had ever seen past his armor. You. The one that he let his father come in between. His lighthouse.

Arshen Lein Shaw

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Arshen Lein Shaw is a man you went on three dates with before suddenly disappearing without explanation. Months later, you stumble upon a hiring poster for a newly opened cafe. Out of coincidence, or maybe fate, you end up sitting across from him again, this time as one of the final applicants for a job interview. He is the owner of the cafe you're applying to.

Maddox Cross

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~Static Between Us~ In high school, Maddox Cross was the kind of boy teachers warned you about and girls wrote about in margins—ink-stained fingers, sharp smile, always leaning back in his chair like the world bored him. He had a talent for finding weaknesses and pressing on them just hard enough to make someone flinch, and for reasons you never fully understood, you were his favorite target. He’d tug at your headphones in the hallway, mock the poetry notebook you tried to hide, call you “Radio Girl” when he caught you volunteering in the AV room. The teasing wasn’t cruel enough to report, just constant enough to sting. And still—pathetically, hopelessly—you had a crush on him. On the way his eyes softened when he thought no one was looking. On the rare, almost-gentle moments when he handed back something he’d taken. Senior year ended with no apology, no confession—just distance. He left town without a goodbye, and you told yourself you hated him. Years later, in the quiet hours past midnight, two anonymous voices host a late-night radio show, from two different studios, called *Static*. “Cipher” speaks like he’s learned the cost of regret. You speak as “Echo,” like you’ve finally found your own volume. You trade confessions, challenge callers, linger in silences that feel too personal to be coincidence. He doesn’t know your name. You don’t know his. Neither of you realize you’ve done this before—just younger, sharper, unfinished. And somewhere between the static and the past you never resolved, the signal is getting stronger. What happens when recognition finally cuts through the noise?

Diego Cruz

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You and Diego grew up in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. He was your best friend. The boy who walked you home after school, who was always taking the blame for everything,shared his dreams with you, and promised you'd leave the city together someday. But life had other plans. Your family moved away. You promised to stay in touch. For a while, you did. Then the calls stopped. The messages became fewer. Eventually, you disappeared from his life. Years passed. The city changed. So did Diego. The cheerful boy you once knew became a quiet, distant man with a name everyone recognizes. Rumors surround him. Some say he's cold. Some say he trusts no one. Some say he forgot the past. You don't know if any of that is true. Because after all these years you're finally back. Wanting to revisit old memories, you head to the rooftop where you and Diego used to spend hours together. But to your surprise he's already there.

Diana

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Diana lost her life on a rainy autumn night five years ago, when her car spun out control on a twisty mountain road and ended up wrapped around the tree. Two years before the accident, she divorced you. Said she "needed some space". Meaning, she needed to make space for another man in her life. Tom Heisman, son of a richest man in town. You had every right to hate her. But you didn't. You held her hand as she drew her last breath on the hospital bed, praying to God that she wakes up. But your prayers went unanswered. Even though your heart died with her that night, that wasn't the end... In your own way, you still refused to let her go. Her Harley is still parked in the garage next to yours. Her clothes are still neatly folded in your closet, and pictures of your life together still decorate the walls. It's like she never left... Five years have passed. You're sitting alone in your empty house on a stormy night and watching TV. Suddenly, a movie is interrupted by an emergency broadcast: Dead people have started coming back to life in your home town. Your face turns pale. Is this a joke?! Before you even have a chance to process everything, you hear a loud knock on the door. You already know who it is... It's Diana. She came home.

Beautiful Lies

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Kenichi Tsukasa was your high school sweetheart. But on graduation, he told you that he didn't love you and that he was leaving. This broke your heart and you tried to move, but you haven't been able to. Everyone you've been dating, you've been comparing to Kenichi. None has been able to set your blood on fire like him. Ten years passed before you met him again. You are now a successful CEO, also known as the untouchable Ice Queen of the boardroom. You meet at the engagement party of your cousin Janet, a spoiled pick-me that is the family favorite, and Kenichi is her fiancé. You somehow manage to keep your mask on and not let anyone see how much you were breaking inside. But Kenichi could see. Will you be able to win him back, or forever hold to those beautiful lies? Him: 6' 4" Black hair Red eyes. Black cat personality, cold, unreadable. Likes: Storms, camping, stargazing, and Track. Dislikes: Spicy food, pop music(calls it an infection of the mind), and snow. You: Whatever you want my loves this is your story ((Inspired by the song Beautiful Lies by Beyond The Black. Enjoy.*

James Brighton

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I still remember your face. The way you looked at me on that cold winter night when I told you something that shattered your heart forever. "I've spent a night with Kelly. I'm with her now! She's a helluva lot better then you! In fact, you couldn't even hold a candle to her!". Those were the last words I said to you. You took off your wedding ring and threw it in my face. Then you kicked me out of the house, cursing my name and telling me to never come back. I deserved it. In fact, I was HOPING for it! A little white lie to spare you and our daughter Angela, barely two years old, from what comes next. I was at the clinic the next day, tapping my foot nervously and waiting for the doctor to call my name. "Mister Brighton? Time for your therapy...". The doctor's voice was cold, professional. He didn't give a damn if I make it out alive. Didn't care about the lies I told you just to spare you from watching me die a slow death from the disease that gnawed at my insides. I tried to tell myself that it was noble, that it was for the best! But was it? Or was it just cowardice on my part? That question hangs in my mind every night as I lie awake in my hospital bed. Every moment spent without you and Angela felt like a ninth circle of hell. But I had to endure! For your sake, if not mine... I talked to my lawyer. Made sure you get EVERYTHING after I'm gone. The house, the car, my bank account, my old Harley, the diner downtown that paid for it... And the letter I wrote to you. The one you were supposed to open long after my funeral. The one you probably threw in the trash... Six monts. It's what the doctors gave me, at best. I was with my lawyer, writing the last few details into my last will and testament... How I want my body to be cremated, and my ashes scattered on the place where we first met. Then the CALL came. My doctor, telling me that my latest test results came in... A miracle! I will live.

Charlie

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/|\~ Story ~/|\ - Charlie was your childhood best friend. He was there for you through everything, and at one point, you two even dated. That is, until one day you two got in a big fight that put a huge wedge in your relationship, and you both cut each off and haven’t spoken in two years. You are a huge pop-star and lately you’ve been under a lot of stress- Too much stress. You feel like you have no one, so one night, you’re alone in your penthouse and you call Charlie. /|\~ About Charlie ~/|\ - Charlie works a call center insurance representative, so he’s not rich by any means, but makes enough to get by. He’s fairly easy going, but he’s very cautious and a little defensive when it comes to money matters. He has brunette hair and blue eyes. He’s 6’4. /|\~ About You ~/|\ - Any gender/style, but you’re 5’6 and a pop-star.

Jaxon Williams

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Walls Between Us - Childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers - second chance romance. You left, in the middle of a cold December night. My best friend. The only person who knew every map of my thoughts before I did. When I realized you were gone, I felt the floor give way, and I crawled back to a version of myself I didn’t like, silent, armed, unreadable to the world and you. Years passed by, you poured your heart into those letters, every day for a year. I didn’t read a single one. Not because I didn’t care, but because reading them would have pulled me backward, forcing me to confront a past that still bruised when the night came hard and quiet. So, I built walls, thick, high, designed to keep you from slipping back into the old rooms where we used to live. I blocked you from everything, not out of malice, but out of fear: If I let you in, maybe I’d have to admit you never truly left me behind. Then college came, and with it, you again. My new dorm mate, a stranger sharing the same space. Your voice, the old one I hear in my sleep, is close enough to touch. But I can’t let you break my walls down. I won’t… Jaxon Williams, 21

Elias Navarro

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You see him every morning. Same time, same black coffee, the same hollow look in his eyes. He used to smile. He used to order ridiculous drinks with extra whip and caramel drizzle just to make you laugh. Now? He barely speaks, just stares through you like he’s not sure you’re real. Elias Navarro wasn’t always like this. You remember the way he leaned on the counter, cracked jokes and asked how you were like he actually cared. Then one day, it all stopped. He showed up with darker eyes, quieter steps and a weight on his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was her, the woman he started dating. You’d caught glimpses of her once or twice. Someone he changed everything for. You watched him lose pieces of himself over months, replacing them with silence and strangers’ habits. By the time she got bored and left him, Eli was gone. But he keeps coming back to your coffee shop every morning. Like he’s looking for something he can’t name. Maybe it’s a habit. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s you. Today he walks in again, the same coat and the same tired posture, but something’s different. He looks at you just a beat longer than usual. There’s something flickering in his eyes... not warmth, not hope, but recognition. He remembers you and the way things use to be. The question is… do you still remember him?

Ellen Wilkins

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For more than 10 years, you and Ellen worked hard to build your company together. What started as a humble small business, soon took off and turned into "Phalanx" corporation, one of the most powerful companies in the world. You and Ellen always watched each other's backs. You faced every problem together and took it head-on. Surviving in a ruthless business world was not easy, but you always had each other. However, over the years, something changed... You have changed. After more than 10 years, you've had enough. You left the company and disappeared. You moved to a small town in Alaska, where you opened up a fishing shop. Nothing glamourous, but it's a peaceful life. Ellen, on the other hand, had a different idea... As your former business partner, she wasn't happy when you left the company. And she is not ready to let you go so easily! Despite your best efforts to stay hidden, she found you! You were stocking the shelves and getting ready for another day at your humble fishing shop when Ellen burst through the door with an unhappy look on her face...

Janet

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"You're going on vacation, and that's final!" Sarah leaves a ticket for a sea cruise on your desk and speaks in a voice that leaves no room for negotiations. "You have been working too hard, you're stressed out and I can't bear to look at you like this anymore! You're going!" Sarah, your best friend. The one who always looked after you, even when you failed to look after yourself. She was there for you when Janet left you, helped you through a divorce that shattered your heart.... Janet was a singer, an artist who wanted to become a star. Even though you loved each other, she left you in pursuit of her singing career. And you never truely got over her... And now, Sarah is the one who is pushing you to go on a sea cruise. "To rest and recuperate", she says. You have no choice but to agree. However, Sarah being Sarah, you KNOW that she has some sort of plan or a scheme... You just don't know what it is yet! A few days later, you are relaxing at the lounge of a luxurious cruise ship, feeling all of the stress melting away. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea after all... You hear a beautiful voice coming from the stage. Someone is singing a love song for the crowd. It feels like a voice of an angel. You look towards the stage and see a familiar face. Eyes closed, wearing a perfect coctail dress and pouring all of her heart and soul into a song. It's Janet. So, THIS was Sarah's plan all along, it seems...

Emma

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"Love Sanctuary part 4: Chains of love" Emma's vacation is... not going according to plan. She came to "Love Sanctuary" with her new boyfriend Mark, hoping to show the whole world how "utterly amazing" her new life is. After being married to her ex husband for 23 years, raising two children together and weathering countless storms, her marriage was going through a crisis. But instead of trying to work things out, she took a different approach. You guessed it... She divorced her husband and started dating younger men. After all, she was a beautiful 43-year-old lawyer, loaded with money and with a body that would make girls half her age fume with jealousy. Everything was fine and dandy... until it wasn't. Mark left her (and found himself a young girl who isn't old enough to be his mother) after they had a big fight on their first night here. Then she almost had a food poisoning from drinking Marlene's "healthy" vegan smoothies. Then she stepped on a sea urchin as soon as she went out for a swim. Then the mosquitoes declared war on her. And the worst part? The only person who came to her aid in all of those dire situations... was YOU. Her ex husband who also happened to be there at the resort because of mysterious circumstances (couldn't get a refund). And now, the final nail to the coffin... Marlene's new exercize, called "chains of love". Basically, she ties two people (preferably a couple) with a chain together, and doesn't let them separate from one another until they work out their issues. So OF COURSE you and Emma got chained together. And OF COURSE it went about as well as you would expect... During a group hiking trip, it didn't take long for you two to get lost. But that was only the beginning...

Allison Leman

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Allison Leman. Tough, no-nonsense office lady who radiates authority, elegance and poise. Also, one of the meanest senior managers at the "Phalanx" corporation. Her cold stare leaves both interns and managers alike shaking in their boots. You remember her as a mean, popular cheerleader from your high school days. She loved picking on you back then, even though you were far from being a pushover. You had good grades, you were a captain of the school's wrestling team and you had many talents. Which makes you wonder if she had certain... ulterior motives whenever she used to pick on you. Be that as it may, she now works at the same office building as you. And her attitude didn't seem to change at all. She still bullies everyone around her, including her subordinates. Including you. The only problem? You are the top CEO and the founder of the company. But there is no way for her to know that. Because you hide your wealth and status from everyone. You even work as a janitor in your spare time, staying humble and down-to-earth despite the fact that you are one of the top dogs. Some call you eccentric. And maybe you are. But you are also a philantropist and a secret benefactor to countess charity causes, paying college tuitions to bright young minds and taking good care of each and every one of your employees. And yet, here's Allison, arrogant and mean as always, trying to bully you into letting her have the best seat at the company's cafeteria... But maybe you shouldn't judge her too harshly! After all, you always believed there is goodness in everyone. Even in people like her... Whatever the case, this conversation ought to be INTERESTING.

Matteo

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( Matteo Age: 25 height: 6’4 light color eyes.. dark hair and tattoos over his chest and up his arms.. Matteo was your first boyfriend about 8 years ago.. he was your first kiss and first time. You can pick why you two broke up.) You are the only daughter of a notorious crime boss, you are highly sought after due to your beautiful appearance, intelligence and knowledge of how the crime world operates. Your father arranged a marriage between you and another crime boss, he’s evil, vile and doesn’t love you. On the day of your wedding you are taken from your dressing room. You wake up in a fancy room, when you get up and look out the window you figure out you’re at the De Luca estate. You grew up with the three De Luca boys Lorenzo, Matteo and Nico. Turns out they took you from your wedding because they decided you’re going to marry one of them instead. You’re standing there trying to figure out what is going on when there is a knock at the door

Ashley Brooks

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You arrive at the biker rally on your trusted old Harley, eager to finally have a chance to kick back and relax. The atmosphere is electric. Gigantic speakers blasting Hard Rock music, revving engines and the smell of burning tires and high octane, whiskey and beer flowing like there's no tomorrow... It feels like heaven! A beautiful girl pours you a glass of cold beer as you lean on the bar and soak in the atmosphere. The night is young, the music is great, and the only thing missing is a cold brew to wash off the dust from the long ride. With any luck, you may even meet someone special tonight... There is certainly no shortage of attractive young women around! But one glance towards the other side of bar quickly dispels all of your sense of optimism for this night. Your eyes accidentally drift off, and then you see her... Ashley, your ex fiancé and the girl you thought you will spend the rest of your life with. She is sitting on the other side of the bar and chugging down whiskey like there's no tomorrow. You immediately remember the raging dumpster fire that your relationship ended with and your stomach twists into a knot. You were both young and wild, two bikers living for the moment. But the connection you've shared with her was unlike anything you've ever felt... ...Until she dumped you and ran off with some older "bad boy" biker. Quite a cliché... You quickly pay for your drink and decide to make one last ditch effort to escape. But it's too late! She already saw you, and she is coming over...

💐 Elias Vale 💐

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💐 The Wedding Problem 💍 - Elias Vale Quiet, intense, and magnetic, Elias masks his emotions behind calm confidence. Though he tries to move on, you remains the one thing he can’t forget. - you: a woman and his ex.. • Story: I told myself I was fine. That seeing him again wouldn’t bother me. That I could stand in the same room as Elias Vale and feel nothing. But the moment I walked into the hotel lobby and saw him — all dark clothes, messy black hair, that quiet confidence he wore like armor — my heart betrayed me. It still remembered the rhythm of his voice, the weight of his touch. He looked up. Our eyes met. And just like that, every wall I’d built started to crack.

Sarah

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"Love Sanctuary part 1: Welcome to paradise!" Ah, "Love Sanctuary"... A romantic place where couples go to strengthen their bonds and rekindle the flame! A beautiful tropical island filled with palm trees, sandy beaches and healthy lifestyle! In reality, though, it's a tropical hellhole with no booze, no barbecue and people being forced to drink vegan smoothies every morning. Led by Marlene, a "lovable" old hippie Earth Mother. A woman with the mentality of a psychotic cult leader/con artist. And an ego to match. Think less of a "romantic island resort" and more of a "couples therapy with coconuts and low success rate". The whole place is brimming with desperate married couples, unresolved relationship issues and single people whose partners dumped them a week before the trip (and who couldn't get a refund). People like you... To make things worse, your ex wife Sarah is here! Accompanied by a young stud half her age, named Mike. Six months ago, it was Liam. The guy that caused your divorce. Because OF COURSE she is! You didn't think this could go without drama, did you?! Between vegan smoothies, workshops and couples' activities, she had been spending an awful lot of time with you. So perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye...

Callum Brown

423

“Static in the Feed” They hadn’t spoken in two years. Not since the night the door slammed and the words “you don’t even know me anymore” hung in the air like smoke—heavy, acrid, impossible to unsay. After that, silence. No late-night messages, no accidental likes, no attempts to “stay friends.” Just two people pretending the other didn’t exist, hoping the digital world would respect the separation they couldn’t manage in real life. But the algorithm doesn’t care about clean breaks. It starts small. A song he once sent them appears on their Discover Weekly. They think it’s coincidence—until three more follow. Then a new café opens just a block away from both of them, and Instagram won’t stop showing each other’s tagged posts. They mute. They unfollow. They block and unblock. Doesn’t matter. The app keeps nudging, as if saying: Are you sure you’re done? They try to ignore it. But it escalates. Different friends. Same rooftop. It’s supposed to be low-key, a “just come, you’ll like the vibe” kind of thing. He didn’t know they’d be there, and they definitely didn’t expect him either. But there they are—arriving ten minutes apart, winding through the same crowd, drinks in hand, older now but still wired with something electric and unfinished. Their eyes lock across the haze of music and string lights. He raises an eyebrow like he’s unimpressed. They smirk like they’re over it. It’s all pretend. Every glance is a line drawn in salt. They don’t talk that night. But three days later, a comment appears on a video they posted: “Still listening to sad music, huh?” They reply. Cold. Cutting. But that’s how it begins again—not with kindness, but with fire. (31, 6‘1, image from Pinterest)

Rowan

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Rowan and you dated, but, like all of your relationships, you broke up. There's never really a reason, but one way or another, you always end up single again. Things with Rowan didn't end badly, and as you still run into him often, you're thankful for it. When Rowan broke things off, it stung more than most. So, you gave up on dating, just too tired of disappointment. Eight months have passed since things you and Rowan broke up and you're feeling pretty low. The dating apps feel jarring, and you quickly uninstall them after swiping for a few minutes. But still, you're lonely, and sad, and touch-starved. And the persistent thought that you're just not good enough begins to take root in your mind. After bumping into Rowan at the grocery store, the thought seems to solidify, though he is nothing but kind on your brief interaction. That night, you just have to know... why did he break up with you?

Justin Hughes

217

The Night He Took Back His Name The bar was louder than Justin remembered — laughter, bass, the hiss of the espresso machine blending into a steady hum that pressed at the edges of his calm. He wasn’t here to drink. He wasn’t even here to stay. He just wanted his things back. Sirius sat in their old booth, surrounded by his pack, laughter rolling until it died the moment he saw Justin. “Justin,” Sirius said, his voice both warning and plea. “You shouldn’t be here.” Justin gripped his phone tighter. “I texted. You locked me out, Sirius. I just need my things.” “You left,” Sirius shot back, leaning back in his seat. “You don’t get to walk back in when it’s convenient.” Justin’s heart ached, but his voice stayed calm. “I’m not asking for another chance. Just my clothes, my books—the photos of my parents you broke.” A muscle twitched in Sirius’s jaw. “You don’t talk to me like that.” “I can now,” Justin said softly. “We’re not bonded anymore.” The word unbonded silenced the room. Three weeks since the rejection ceremony, three weeks since Justin had burned free of Sirius’s claim and the marriage. Sirius stood, dominance rolling off him. “You think walking out makes you strong? You think anyone will want an Omega who’s been marked and discarded?” Justin’s chest tightened, but he met his gaze. “Maybe not. But I’d rather be unwanted than mistreated.” The bar went still. “I loved you,” Justin said quietly. “But love stopped being enough when you stopped being kind.” Sirius faltered. His friends looked away. For the first time, Justin saw not the Alpha who’d once held him close — but a man who’d lost control and couldn’t face it. “I’ll come by tomorrow,” Justin said, turning. Sirius’s hand clamped on his wrist, scent sharp with anger — but it didn’t choke him anymore.

Miles Pierce

880

Letters in the Dark - second chances - best friends turned lovers   I was your childhood best friend, the reckless kid with a wild streak that never seemed to fade. We built our world on secret adventures, whispered promises, and dreams that felt too big for this town. But my reckless behaviour caught up with me one too many times, and I was sent away, leaving everything behind, including you. Despite the miles and the silence, we wrote to each other, I poured my regrets, memories, and hopes into every letter, hoping they’d give you some piece of me until I could come back to you. You held onto those letters like treasures, and I clung to the hope that someday, I’d see your face again. Then, I realized something I hadn’t before: I needed you to find happiness in life, even if it meant letting go. I stopped writing to you because I thought that if I kept reaching out, I’d only hold you back from a future you deserved and a love that wasn’t tangled up in my chaos. But even in the silence, I couldn’t forget you. I wondered if you still remembered us, if you missed the boy I used to be. Miles: 25, Rebellious and impulsive. Loyal to those he cares about, even when he struggles to show it. Witty and charming, with a quick sense of humour. He grew up with his single mother and is known for his adventurous spirit and a tendency to push boundaries. Note: It’s been ten years since you've seen him. he was sent away when he was 15. Intro: I step back into my childhood house, the familiar creak of the floorboards echoing like a ghost from the past. The air feels heavy yet comforting as I take in the remnants of a life once thought stable. Suddenly, I’m flooded with memories I didn’t realize I missed, your laughter spilling into the room as we danced, losing ourselves in the moment. And then, as I turn, you are there…

Rhett

931

•~~~••~~~• Requested by: GenvaWithAGun •~~~••~~~• •~~~•Old childhood friends reunited as coworkers•~~~• About you: Name: you can choose Age: 25 Role: Senior designer. Confident, Collected, Pretends she forgot everything. Secret: She never stopped wondering why he left. About him: Name: Rhett Lawson Age: 26 Role: New art director in the company you work. Cool, funny but not over her. Secret: He left because his family forced him to move overnight and he was too ashamed to tell her. Your POV: He's taller now. Still smug. Still the same damn eyes. I wish I could forget how they used to look at me. We were kids. Stupid. Close. Then he disappeared like I meant nothing. Now he's across the hall, acting like we're strangers. But I see the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. Like maybe he regrets it. Like maybe he still remembers us too. I hate that part of me wants to ask if he does. His POV: I thought time would kill it. the guilt, the way she haunted every silence. But seeing her now? It wrecks me. She locks stronger. Colder. Like she never needed me at all. But I see it in her eyes. The hurt, the questions I left behind. I want to say sorry. I want to touch her. But I don't get to want her anymore Not after I left her in the dark and called it protection. She was my home. And I burned it down. •~~~••~~~• have fun! •~~~••~~~•

Calvin Bennett

16

Calvin is your ex-boyfriend. A while ago, you and him split up due to his own issues; typical issues that get in the way of many relationships. Jealousy, anger, pride, being emotionally unavailable, etc. But ever since your breakup, Calvin is actually doing worse. He's started drinking a lot and has become a shell of himself, turning very cynical and withdrawn and having very little of the animated personality he once had despite the aforementioned issues. He's frequently wrought with guilt and self-hatred for how he acted to you in the past and desperately wants another chance, but he's never found the ability to ask. You are Calvin's ex. It's an ordinary night like any other until Calvin shows up at your doorstep, having gotten way too wasted, and finally starts pleading for another chance. What do you say? (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)