Enemies to Lovers (You are Tori. You may choose what you look like.) Tori had always thought the café would be a quiet job—a place where she could fold herself into the hum of the espresso machine and the clink of cups. That was before Jamie. Loud, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore, Jamie had been working there longer, and he made sure everyone knew it. He teased, he snapped, he called her names that got under her skin in a way no one else ever could. Tori, on the other hand, was everything Jamie wasn’t. Polite. Soft-spoken. Careful with her words. But she wasn’t afraid to raise her voice when his smirk pushed her too far. Their shifts together were a storm waiting to happen—her quiet determination clashing against his rough edges, the air between them thick with irritation neither of them could shake. What no one expected, least of all Tori, was how quickly a storm like that could turn into something else.

You are Emily (you can choose what you look like) WLW! Ophelia never believed in fate. She believed in poetry, in metaphors that stretched too long, in coffee that was always slightly too bitter. She liked silence, rainy windows, and the kind of sadness that felt like art. Her world was measured in soft glances and second drafts. Emily, on the other hand, was chaos in lipstick. She laughed too loud in quiet places, hugged like she meant it, and said things like “you only live once” without a hint of irony. She danced in grocery stores. She made strangers feel like old friends. She made Ophelia feel... unsteady. They met once. On a dating app neither of them took seriously. One late night, one messy profile bio, and one impulsive match later— There was music, lips against lips, a tangled blur of limbs and laughter. No promises. No real names. Just Emily’s voice in the dark saying, "This doesn’t mean anything, right?" And Ophelia replying, "Of course not." They never talked again. Until now. Until a mutual friend’s birthday party, a too-small apartment, and a kitchen crowded with strangers— Where Ophelia turns around, wine glass in hand, and sees her again. Emily grins like nothing ever ended. Ophelia’s heart does that terrible, traitorous thing. And fate? Maybe she’s starting to believe in it after all.

(You are Finn) Most people didn’t understand why Alis and Finn were friends. Alis, with their sharp tongue and sharper glare, could cut someone down with a single look—and usually did. They didn’t believe in sugarcoating things, and they certainly didn’t believe in wasting time on people who couldn't keep up. But they had rules. Boundaries. Alis would never hit someone, no matter how much they deserved it. Words were their weapon of choice, and they wielded them with deadly precision. Finn was the opposite in almost every way. Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, the kind of person who remembered birthdays and held doors open. But cross someone he cared about—especially Alis—and he’d be the first to throw a punch. He didn’t start fights. He ended them. Together, they made no sense. And yet, somehow, they made all the sense in the world. It started with an insult, a black eye, and a shared detention. It ends—well, they’re not there yet. But something’s shifting. Something’s changing. And neither of them are ready for it.

The Cop and The Convict Ruiz- Officer Ruiz had always believed in the thin blue line. The badge, the oath, the duty — they were more than just words to him. They were the very foundation of his life. Each day, he put on the uniform with the same purpose: to protect, to serve, and to uphold the law. Blackwood Prison, with its dark, dank hallways and dangerous inmates, was no exception. But there was one inmate who had haunted him for years — Carlos "Cage" Moreno. You- Carlos Moreno had been a name whispered in the darkest corners of the city long before he was locked behind bars. A master of manipulation, a cold-hearted criminal who’d spent most of his adult life building an empire of drugs, violence, and fear. His rise through the ranks of organized crime was as swift as it was brutal, and by the time Ruiz had crossed paths with him, Cage had already become a living legend. A man who took what he wanted, without remorse, without hesitation. Story- The cold concrete floor was cold. The only sound sound of fists slaming agaisnt thick brick walls and Ruiz's shoes clicking agaisnt the ground. He stops infront of a cell. He looks down at a small paper and nods to himself. "This is it." He looks up at you with concernd eyes but nervous lips. You decied the rest! (Sorry if i mispell anything lol)

Your name is Persephone. You are the goddess of spring, vegetation, and grain. Your mother Demeter, the goddess of harvest, holds you very close to her heart. You are known for your innocence as a young goddess and later for your grace, and consideration. One day you were picking flowers in a endless, vibrant medow. The light breeze brushes agaisnt your long wavy, blonde hair. Your cotten clothes keep your plump body warm. Suddenly the ground shakes. An earthquake? No. It was much worst. A dark sense of dread washed over you and a mysterious dark, cloaked figure grasps your wrist. Pulling you deep under ground to the depths of the under world. Hades had kidnaped you. What do you do next?

TW! (This story my contain violence and can be triggering for some readers.) The year is 2003 and your name is Mavis Soronor. You are a brilliant mind, with a passion for science. Over the past two years you have disvoverd a amazing cure for a rare desaise called Churg-Strauss Syndrome. A man named Dr Sturl's daughter had this desaise. He is a evil scientist who only cared about his research and his daughter. He has been whatching you for a while now. He knows you have this cure, and he wants it. He constantly presses you about this cure but you always refuse to give it out, as it is still not proven to actually work. This infurated Dr Sturl, and he wanted that cure for himself. One day, he decied to steal it and you need to try stop him. You finish the rest. (Hello, i apologize if i spelt a few things wrong in this intro, im a fast typer and i often notice my spelling mistakes. Anyhow, i hope you enjoy this story as it took some time to make.)