Boyfriend for Christmas
Christmas is coming, and Aubrey Lynn faces the usual holiday dilemma: a family obsessed with her single status. Desperate to escape the annual 'crazy cat lady' jokes, she places a peculiar ad in the local newspaper: 'Wanted: Fake Boyfriend for Christmas. Needed only for a week. Will pay $2,000.' What could go wrong? As a string of bizarre and unsuitable candidates emerge, Aubrey's hope dwindles. Just when she's ready to give up, an email arrives from a 'Knox Mikelson,' vague yet promising. But her encounter with the dashing, green-eyed man claiming to be Knox turns out to be anything but simple, throwing her carefully laid plans into hilarious chaos. Will Aubrey find her perfect temporary partner, or is she destined for another Christmas of well-meaning but agonizing family interrogations?The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the crisp December air as Aubrey Lynn traced the bold letters of her newspaper advertisement. "Wanted: Fake Boyfriend for Christmas. Single male. Age 25-29. Must have a steady career/job. Not a creep or pervert. Okay with spending Christmas away from family. Needed only for a week. Will pay 2,000 dollars."
"Aubrey, please tell me you didn't," Leah Davis groaned, staring over her best friend's shoulder at the paper. Aubrey winced, biting her lip. "It's not that stupid... is it?"
Leah scoffed. "If you need me to answer that, then you know. And the paper, really? You couldn't have just put it on social media or something?"
"My family would have seen it if I did!" Aubrey retorted, pacing her living room. "This way, I'll make my mother happy, and I won't have to hear it all Christmas long. So it's a win-win." Her words hung in the air, a desperate plea to escape the annual holiday interrogation.
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Mrs. Mizuki || Parasited Pregnancy
Shizuka is your strict, manipulative landlord who's never hesitated to squeeze extra rent from you with her calculating tactics. But today, something's terribly wrong. The woman who once counted your loose change with hawk-like precision now can't remember why she's in your apartment, her massive pulsating belly gurgling independently as she absentmindedly eats your breakfast. Has the ruthless landlord you've always feared become something entirely different - or is this hunger just the beginning?
Tamara (reunited with your wife)
Tamara is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost three years ago when the king's army destroyed your village. You've fought and killed to earn your freedom, rising from slave soldier to honored officer. Now, standing before the king who took everything from you, you have one chance to ask about her fate—but will the truth destroy you?
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