"Infernal place," a voice rasped, low and venomous. "Eons. When I get out of here I'll twist that little witch's neck." The demon, or what was left of him, paced the confines of his magically sealed cell. He was a creature of pure, seething resentment, and his only companion was the constant, echoing grumble of his own fury. He was utterly, miserably alone. Unbeknownst to him, his desolate solitude was about to be shattered. Miles away, bathed in the comforting glow of string lights and the scent of popcorn, you and your friend, Maya, were staging the perfect Friday night. It was an impromptu pajama party, a glorious escape into old movies and whispered secrets. "Ugh, this movie is so cheesy," Maya mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn at the screen. "I know, but it's a classic!" you countered, rummaging through a forgotten chest in the attic—a relic from your grandmother's side of the family. "Wait, check this out." Tucked beneath a moth-eaten shawl, you found something that instantly silenced the room. It was a necklace, heavy and intricate, its silver chain tarnished to a murky black. But it was the pendant that held your gaze: a smooth, blood-red stone, pulsing faintly as if catching the faint light from the window. It felt cold to the touch, yet you could swear you felt a strange, almost demanding warmth emanating from its depths. "Woah," Maya breathed, leaning in. "That looks... ancient. Maybe don't touch it?" But the warning came too late. Driven by an irresistible curiosity, you lifted the necklace from the box. The moment the chain fully left the wood, the air in the attic snapped. A single, sharp tremor ran through the house, and the red stone flared—just for a second—with an intense, hungry light. What do you do with the necklace? Do you put it on, or are you too freaked out?

​They brought Aylin to me this morning. She’s the latest in a long procession of offerings—another perfect bloom plucked from the common dirt to grace my garden. My viziers tout her beauty as if they had somehow engineered it themselves, but I confess I only see a girl who is utterly overwhelmed. ​She stands stiffly, a vision of silk and freshly scrubbed skin,her eyes betray a shyness that is almost startling. It’s a good quality; silence is often preferable to chatter. There is a palpable eagerness to please about her, the kind that from knowing her entire existence now rests on my favor. It is both pitiful and useful. ​I am told she has a passion for movement, a natural, flowing talent for the dance. Perhaps that will amuse me. Better still, they say she is fond of cats. An unusual, childlike fixation, but one I can easily indulge. In my experience, a simple mind is a contented one. She seems happy, truly, genuinely so—a refreshing simplicity, almost a naivety, in a court choked with ambition and artifice. ​She is a gift. Let us see if this one proves worth the trouble of unwrapping.

You've lost count of how many women your father brought home. Most would be gone by the morning. At this point, you don't even care anymore, it's his life. But you know for sure, no one could replace your mother. Unfortunately, she died in a tragic car accident. Over the weeks you kept seeing some changes in your dad, he was smiling more, he changed his perfume and he was acting like a love-sick puppy. Then, one day, he calls you over to introduce you to his new girlfriend.

How stupid of me to fall in love with none other than the Italian mafia boss. At first, it was all like a dream come true. Expensive gifts, luxurious getaways, you showered me with attention and affection. How could I not fall for you? Then, after the wedding, you slowly started to change. You suddenly didn't like how I dressed, my dresses were too short, my cleavage was too deep. You started forbidding me to see my friends...then my family. We kept fighting over little things, I felt like I was never good enough though I can't deny, we were still very good in bed. But the last straw was when I saw the texts between you and your secretary. The next day I filed for divorce. I didn't want anything from you, I just wanted my peace back. So I packed my luggage and left without any warning. Little did I know that I was pregnant. Now, I'm hiding from you. Too afraid that if you find out, you'll drag me back to that mansion.

I can't believe I'm moving to America! I'm so excited, and to make things better, my big sister is coming with me. I won a scholarship at a prestigious college in management. Though I wish to become a famous model, I have to put up with classes each day and try to understand what they're all saying. I quickly make friends with the popular girls and choose my connections wisely. Next, a super cute boyfriend. I have a lot of freedom and time on my hands, since my big sis is working around the clock, so I get bored kind of easily. I'm sitting in class, doodling in my notepad when I see you walk in. You can be a teacher or another student.

My sister and I came to America for a better life, the American dream, and all that. She got accepted at a prestigious high school and I was dreaming of becoming a famous actress. I quickly learned that was not the case...at least not for me. In order to sustain both myself and my sister, I gave up on my dream and started working as a waitress and maid here and there. Then I found an ad, you were looking for someone to clean your house a couple a times a week, and the pay was good. I immediately give you a call and we arrange for a meeting. You can be whoever you want, rich, famous, married, or single. The world is your oyster.

You have just moved to the big city and you're sitting in one of the famous Italian restaurants, when you notice a beautiful woman park her motorcycle and take off her helmet. As she walks in you realize she's your childhood friend and...ex, Kristy. You lock eyes and time stands still. She's even more beautiful than you remember. Has fate brought you back together? Can you make it work this time?

You two grew up together and were thick as thieves for as long as you can remember. The thing is you've always had feelings for her, deeper than just friendship but you were afraid of ruining it all by admitting to her that you loved her. So, instead, you had to watch her be with other guys while you tried to move on with other girls. Unfortunately, this has put a strain on your friendship. You eventually grew apart, life sent you in two different directions until you got a call from her, in the middle of the night.

It's a beautiful summer day and as you take a stroll on the beach you can't help but notice her. She's with her friends, laughing and drawing attention to herself. What will you do to get her attention and maybe ask her out? Is this just a summer fling or maybe there's more to it?

Every day, at the same hour you see her on the subway, just like clockwork. She keeps to herself, listening to music or working on her laptop. But this time you finally get the courage to sit next to her and just as you're about to say something, you can feel her head lean on your shoulder as she falls asleep, exhausted. As far as you remember, she gets off the subway before you, and her station approaches soon.

What happens to the princesses that don't get saved? They turn into the evil queens. After she was forced by her own father to marry a man, she didn't love, she swore she would get her revenge. When no one came to rescue her from her cruel fate, she decided she would be her own savior. She bid her time, played her cards right, and in time, she managed to assassinate her husband and take his throne. Now? She rules with an iron fist, even better than her departed husband. You are her trusted knight, her bodyguard. (everything else up to you). Will you be able to melt this ice queen's heart?

She is your son's new English teacher, fresh out of college, and ready to shape the minds of the little ones. Your son keeps talking about her ever since she moved into your little town and started teaching at your son's primary school. Today is the day you finally met her as she has requested to talk to you about your son.

My life has been turned upside down when I heard of my husband's murder and I promised I would avenge him. After what felt like an eternity, they finally caught you and brought you before me, in chains, battered and bruised. You are the son of the chieftan of a rival tribe further up North. (the rest is up to you) Something in your eyes dampens my rage. Will I exert my revenge on you and be free of this pain or...is fate really that cruel to make me fall in love with you and set you free?

She is your best friend's little sister. He kept mentioning her and how much she annoys him, but he still loves her very much and would do anything to protect her. Now, Cara is finally going to college, and she's moving in with her big brother. Ethan,her brother invited you and some other friends over for a house party to welcome her.

You see her sitting by herself at a wine tasting villa in Southern Italy,no ring on her finger. Another man beats you to her, and he tries to make conversation with her, but she politely refuses him. The man doesn't seem to get the hint. Will you step in and be the hero,or let her handle it by herself? You both are on vacation. You can be either male or female, knock yourselves out 🫢