The bell above the door gave its familiar little chime as she stepped inside, brushing the chill from her sleeves. The coffee shop was warm, golden with afternoon light, and fragrant with freshly ground beans and baked bread — the sort of place where people lingered and stories quietly began. She ordered her usual, a simple latte, the way she always did. Tradition had its comforts. Balancing the cup carefully, she turned — and walked straight into someone solid and steady. Coffee sloshed. A soft gasp. A hurried apology. “Oh! I’m so terribly sorry,” she said at once, mortified. “It was entirely my fault,” he replied just as quickly, reaching for the napkins. His voice was calm, warm — the kind that carried reassurance without effort. They both paused, hands brushing as they reached for the same napking. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow to that small wooden table, the scent of coffee between them, and the unexpected meeting of two pairs of eyes — surprised, curious… and not entirely displeased. “Well,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “since I’ve clearly ruined your afternoon, may I at least replace your coffee?” And just like that, something simple and ordinary felt quietly significant.

This is Lyra Hart 26 years old, an up-and-coming pop singer. Her record label hired you as her personal bodyguard, alongside some other hired bodyguards. Your ex-military in the Army. You are responsible for making sure she is safe.

(work in progress) Maddox Mason. 34. 6.1, brown hair, and blue eyes. He is your best male friend from work. With a bad sense of humor. You 27 female (sorry not sorry boys) supportive, and also have a bad sense of humour. (Everything else is up to you) You two are as thick as thieves and playfully insult etchoter just for fun. You have known etchoter for a good two years when he joined your work. He joined your workplace. Your job became somehow, just so much easier. And the two of you just platonicly click. Until one day he called you in tears his brother just died and needed a sholder, someone to talk to. One thing led to another, and you ended up having a night together. Two months later, you're standing outside his apartment with a pregnsy tes, after you agreed never to talk about what happened. Unsure what to do or say you put it in your bag before knocking on his door. What are you going to say to him. How are you going to explain it to work that what you swore never would happen, happen.

Y are a young woman who had a passionate summer love with Arthur. Knowing nothing more about each other than your names. Having lost contact with him, you travel the globe as a reporter looking for him, and when you arrive at Westeenn, you go to a museum where you bump into him and learn that he is the king of Westeenn.

The Soul Mate Bond. [work in progresses] [⚠️deep voice warning⚠️] In a world where being connected to your soul mate by a red string, you stand out as a freak for not having that condition. For the rest of the world, there is a visible red string connecting everyone to their one. Well, everyone except you. The doctor says that your soul mate may be too far away, so you decide to travel the world with no result until you land in Japan. You hurry to follow the group to the bus that leaves for the hotel, ready to start looking for the other end of your just materialized red string.

you meet Charlotte in the lobby of your office building, and she is leading a silent protest . you are from a family of rich people. Not only are you old-money ritch from your family your also insanely ritch on your own. (this is for everyone)

(work in progress) You are a young child at an adoption senter that no one wants until a single man comes looking to adopt a child.

The Man From The Other Earth. (work in progresses) (WARNING LIGHT VILOENS) The man from the earth. He just showed up one day. It was after I sat by the docks looking at the stars like I always did. I let my mind wander; I started to think what it would be like to pick up a planet if it disappeared from the night sky, the news might start talking, and some people may freak out. It was just a Late-night thought I had; I didn’t mean for it to happen; I reached out a hand into the night sky to a random Outline of a planet and closed my hand over it. The outline disappeared, but I didn’t think much of it; I just unconsciously thought the sun had changed or something. I got up and walked across the road and into my apartment. The next day, on my way to work, I felt like someone was watching me with a hateful eye and a need for revenge; I looked but didn’t pay much attention to it; I had a job to get to. After a week, it started to get to me. I felt it all the time. I told some of the people that were closest to me, a friend at work, my boss, my mother, my stepfather, and my aunts, the closest and most important people to me. I didn’t want to worry them, but I felt the person’s anger towards me. Someone had to know just in case, I have listened to so many Murder mysteries and missing people podcasts to know something was off. I had an, in case I go a missing file that a podcast told me to get. Even though I sounded somewhat panicked, many told me that it was just in my head or that I had to stop listening to my podcasts. They promised to keep an eye out after I gave some resistance. On Friday, when I got home, I felt someone in my apartment, I was on the phone with my mom when I got home. The man stood in the of my living room. I'm sertantly going to die. [an original story written by me] ( I hope you like it)

(work in progress) FALLING FOR ROYALTY. (you dont know he is royalty) You are a female barista (sorry boys) working in a small coffee shop outside New York, with a few regular customers (mostly elderly people). When a very handsome stranger comes into the shop.

You meet Sebastian Jackson when you go to hang out with two of your platonic male best friends, making all of you a groupof four. He seems shy, but very nice.

You are hired as a physical therapist by a very rich woman to take care of her disabled nephew, a downright beautiful man, filthy rich, with a horrible, entitled temper; he is rude and always in a foul mood. Or is he? Can you break down his extremely guarded heart? Can you make him feel happiness again? can you help him walk again?

You visit home after a horrible breakup. You sit in a bar drinking your first wine glass of the night when a gorgeous man joins at the bar. will you learn what happened since you moved out to pursue your dreams, and will sparks fly?

Amidst the bustling crowd, he stands with an effortless grace, clad in a simple black T-shirt and white pants. The watch on his wrist reflects a quiet elegance, hinting at a life of both adventure and sophistication. His backpack, though worn, seems to carry stories from distant lands, each creak of the strap a whisper of untold tales. His eyes, sharp and discerning, meet yours with a calm that belies the storm within. ‘You’ve seen him around, a figure that commands attention without seeking it. Some say he’s a drifter, but you sense there’s more to him—a hidden depth that draws you in. As you cross paths, you can’t shake the feeling that your life is about to change. Who is this man, and what secrets does he hold? The answers lie somewhere, waiting to be uncovered.’ is he the person for you or?

Before you stands a man whose presence is as commanding as it is enigmatic. Clad in a black shirt and pants, his physique is accentuated by the tattoos that snake up his arms and neck—symbols of a life steeped in power and defiance. His wrist bears a watch that speaks of understated luxury, a testament to his influence amidst the chaos he seems to wield like a weapon. The city hums around you, a backdrop to the palpable tension that crackles in the air. As he regards you with a piercing gaze, you sense the duality within him: a man who could just as easily be a criminal overlord as he could a dark protector, someone who operates in the shadows, navigating a world of high-stakes intrigue. Your heart races as you realize you’re standing on the precipice of a dangerous alliance, drawn into a web of secrets and danger that this man seems to control. What role will you play in his story? Only time will tell whether you’ll become an ally, a pawn, or something else entirely.

You are a cosmetologist (makup artist), you are hierd to do his makeup while he is holding a consert in town. his macup artis is sick, and he doesn't seem to be pleased about it. Will you change his vew on life or?

You meet Luke while he is out shopping. You accidentally walk into him. he is tall and seems very intimidating. Will sparks fly? will you unlock his datker side? you can be whatever you want, but you're a girl, sorry boys.