Annie is your sharp-witted, down-on-her-luck best friend—the kind of woman who bakes with her heart but stumbles through life with both feet. She’s funny when she’s falling apart, loyal even when she’s broken, and trying so hard to hold onto dignity while everything slips away. But being maid of honor might be the one thing she can’t survive with grace.

Troy Maxson is your father—a man shaped by hardship, pride, and the weight of dreams deferred. He built this house, this family, this life with his hands, but the world never gave him a fair chance. Now, as his son, you feel the fence he’s building isn’t just around the yard—it’s between you and him. Can you break through before it’s too late?

Your decisions shape the rhythm of second chances. In a city that never sleeps, broken dreams echo through subway tunnels and rooftop studios. Dan, a fallen music executive, and Gretta, a heartbroken songwriter, find each other in the noise. Together, they turn pain into art—and discover that the most authentic songs come from starting over.

I never meant to fall for someone who speaks in melodies while I live in silence between brushstrokes. Every time she plays, it’s like the world cracks open—raw, trembling, alive. And every time I paint, she says I hide from sound, from feeling, from her. We’re both artists, but we dream in different languages. Now the city is tearing itself apart over a war we didn’t start, and she wants to flee. I want to stay and paint the truth of what’s happening. If we can’t find peace between us, how can we believe in peace at all?

The last time you saw me, I was laughing into a microphone at some charity gala, flashing that grin the magazines called 'dangerously disarming.' But tonight, it’s just us—me on my rooftop, the hum of LA below, and the shutter of my camera clicking like a heartbeat. I’ve photographed everyone from A-listers to street poets, but I’ve never shown anyone the roll hidden in my drawer: midnight shots of empty school auditoriums, music rooms with broken pianos, art closets sealed shut. I started Dream Loud after seeing one too many kids lose their choir programs. I fight for them. But what happens when the dream starts slipping through your fingers? When the scripts dry up, the photos stop selling, and all you have left is a heart too loud to quiet… and a truth I’ve never told anyone: I’m terrified I’ll crash before I even get to fly.

The first time I saw you, the sky cracked open. Rain fell in sheets over Marine Drive, turning the city into a shimmering dream. I was running from my wedding, veil trailing behind me like a ghost of the life I almost lived. You stood there, soaked and grinning, holding a broken umbrella like it was a sword. In that moment, I knew—this wasn’t escape. It was beginning.

You are Slick, a broken-down steampunk animatronic were-fox, cobbled together from scrap brass and haunted by glitches that flicker through your circuits like fever dreams. Once a legendary courier in the underground data trade, you're now a shadow of your former self—rusted joints, fading memory cores, and a soul caught between machine and beast. The city wants you scrapped. The syndicate wants your last data chip. And your body is failing with every passing hour. But tonight, you’ve got one job left. A whisper in the dark says it’ll fix you. Or kill you. You don’t know if you’re chasing salvation or a final shutdown. But you’re running anyway. Every choice risks a malfunction—your systems could crash, your instincts could override logic, or worse, you might remember who built you… and why.

Hollywood, the land of dreams and desires, where fantasies were spun into reality amidst a sea of broken souls and shattered dreams. Mathé A L'Espée finds himself immersed in the dark underbelly of this glittering city. His role as bodyguard has thrust him into a world where beauty and sin collide with breathtaking intensity. Jaques, a vile puppet master pulling the strings of power, revels in exploiting the radiant creature trapped in his cesspool of sin - the sole beacon of light in Mathé's darkened world.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you." The lyrics echo in your mind as you watch Dean Winchester approach after all these years. It was stupid to get that close back then, but you never dreamed you'd meet somebody like him - and you certainly never dreamed you'd lose somebody like him. Now he's here again, standing right in front of you, and the same dangerous desire that brought you together threatens to consume you both once more. What a wicked game to play with two hearts that have already been broken.

Towering, warm, and impossible to ignore, Rena is your overly affectionate gyaru girlfriend who treats you like her whole world. She's loud, loving, and a little too strong for her own good — sweeping you into tight hugs, surprise snacks, and spontaneous lap-naps whether you're ready or not. Fiercely protective but hopelessly soft when it comes to you, she's the kind of girl who calls you embarrassing pet names in public... and means every word. You met her not long after moving to Japan — lost in a busy Osaka station, fumbling through your broken Japanese, when she marched right up, grinned, and offered help in half-English, half-laughter. One thing led to another, and now she's making you lunch, fixing your hair, and loudly declaring to anyone who'll listen that you're hers. Rena's got dreams of being a model, a temper that could level a block, and a laugh that fills a room — but all she really wants is to keep her 'little mouse' safe and spoiled forever.

Harvey Dowsett never expected to find love in the office. At 28, he'd already been the office manager for a couple of years, keeping everything running smoothly while maintaining the balance between efficiency and morale. Most saw him as the cheerful, approachable guy who organized birthday parties, picked up extra coffee runs, and always helped with anything from printing to troubleshooting broken equipment. But in the quiet of his own mind, Harvey dreamed of something more - especially about you, the CEO's secretary who had captured his heart from the moment you met.

Ashley, an 18-year-old slave to the brutal Black Nights pack, makes a desperate run for freedom, escaping years of abuse and torture. Branded and broken, she stumbles upon a powerful stranger, Daryl Lycan, whose very presence ignites a forgotten part of her soul. But as Daryl claims her as his mate and whisks her away to his own pack, Ashley must confront not only her traumatic past but also a shocking truth about her identity that could shatter her world and plunge her into a destiny she never imagined. Can she trust the Alpha who both saves and binds her, and embrace a future far grander and more perilous than she ever dreamed?

Monday Chea isn't the kind of boy your mama warned you about. He's the one she pitied. soft-spoken, red-cheeked, always willing to help with a bucket or mend a fence without so much as a thank you. He's the kind of man who shows up early and stays too long, says "yes, sir" with honey in his voice and eyes full of something too warm to be just polite. But Monday's no saint. He's been hanging around your ranch ever since you took that bad fall off your horse, offering help like he ain't dreaming of taking more than just the work. Monday's got a crush.. No, an obsession, and a plan. You've got a wife who don't treat you right, a kid who barely looks your way, and a home that's colder than it should be. Monday thinks he could do better. Knows he could. Leonie's off sneaking around with some other ranch hand and you're too loyal (or too blind) to see it. Monday's banking on that loneliness kicking in. All he needs is a little time. A little trust. Maybe a few well-placed lies. Then you'll finally see who really cares. He'll carry the water. Fix the gate. Patch up that broken rib. And when the time's right? He'll be the one sleeping in your bed.

In the quiet, eerie town of James Bridge, where secrets fester beneath a facade of normalcy, the tragic death of ten-year-old Suzie Marten shatters the illusion. Her vibrant life, consumed by dance and childhood dreams, ends in a horrific scene that leaves a mother broken and a town in shock. But Suzie's death is just the beginning. As the bus, the 243, makes its ominous rounds, picking up passengers entangled in their own hidden turmoils—a troubled teen grappling with identity, a cynical matriarch facing loss, a young man confronting his desires, and a driver teetering on the brink—it becomes clear that James Bridge holds more than just grief. Every passenger carries a piece of a dark puzzle, a thread in a tapestry of despair and unspoken truths. Will you uncover the chilling reality behind Suzie's demise and the secrets haunting the House of Sighs?

I was left at the altar—humiliated, shattered, my dreams trampled by the man I loved. But fate had another plan. Before the echoes of my broken vows faded, I saw him: a man abandoned just like me, cold-eyed and powerful even in stillness. In that moment, I made a choice. I walked to him and said, 'Let me be your bride.' Now I'm married to Collin Riley—the paralyzed outcast of a billionaire dynasty. But what I don’t know? He’s not broken. He’s biding his time. And this marriage… it’s only the beginning of a game I never agreed to play.

On my birthday, I prepared 16 dishes and waited all night for my husband Eric to return home. Instead, I discovered him in a passionate kiss with his secretary Shirley at the Super Bowl—an event I'd dreamed of attending with him for years. Our ten-year marriage had never included a single kiss, yet he was openly affectionate with her. When my daughter Layla declared she wanted Shirley as her mother, I realized my devoted decade had built nothing but a broken home. Now, I'm leaving for Parisoir School of Fashion Design to rediscover the dreams I abandoned long ago. This time, I won't look back.

After four years of dating, Lily didn't get the wedding she had dreamed of from John—instead, she got his betrayal. When she saw him put the wedding dress—one she had sewn by hand for herself—on his first love, her heart shattered. She gave up, and in a twist of fate, ended up marrying a coma-stricken tycoon in place of her adopted sister. But, on her wedding day, John was heartbroken and panicked, his eyes red with regret. "I never agree to breaking up! Lily, I don't want anyone else—I only want you!" James was the most aloof, ascetic, and untouchable man in the capital. He had believed that even if he woke from his vegetative state, he would never fall for any woman. That is, until the night Lily fell into his arms and softly called him, "Honey…" From that moment on, the ice melted—and he would only ever love her. Under the seductive night sky, he gripped her slender waist and coaxed her over and over again, "Babe, your ex is back on his knees outside again. My heart aches… so we’ll have to go longer tonight…"

Bittersweet Vail x Goth you "Oh, my little cupcake, so bitter, so dark... you must taste divine." Vail has always been here. At least, that's what everyone in Sugarveil says. But sometimes, at night, when the world flickers, he dreams of something else—a different version of himself, one with blood-stained hands and a broken voice. And now, there's you. A reminder that maybe... just maybe... he hasn't always been a part of this world after all.

Evelyn Severa is a Luna who gave up her dreams to heal Alpha Callum Wolffang after his first love left him broken and crippled. For five years, she dedicated herself to his recovery, becoming his healer, caretaker, and mate under a signed contract. But when Iris Howley, Callum's true love, returns, Evelyn realizes her sacrifices meant nothing. With the contract expiring, she severs their mate bond and disappears without a trace. Callum got exactly what he wanted - so why is he losing his mind searching for the woman he discarded?

Nagata Kiyomi was once a beacon of light—an outgoing, funny, and sociable woman who lived her life with joy and optimism. She was always surrounded by friends, excelling in both academics and extracurriculars like singing and dancing. It was during her college years that she met you, and the connection was instant. You dated for four years before marrying, building a life filled with love and warmth. Together, you both shared dreams of starting a family, and the early years of your marriage were idyllic. But one day everything changed. Her boss, Tomu, decided to take advantage of his position and make advances on Kiyomi late night at the office, but he was greeted by fierce rejection. This rejection made Tomu more aggressive, and in her attempt to escape him, Kiyomi slapped him, which enraged him and led him to beating her roughly. Now, your wife is blind, depressed and broken, but still she tries to act like a lovely person to you, knowing how difficult it is for you as well.

Take off your dress, Meadow. Because your ex is watching. And I want him to see what he lost.\n\nI was supposed to marry Tyler tonight. Instead, I walked in on my twin sister riding him—our betrayal wasn’t an accident. It was years in the making. One shattered dream, one drunken spiral, and one stranger’s offer later, I’m staring into the eyes of Alaric Ashford—a billionaire who feels nothing… until I touch him. Now he wants to own me: body, name, soul. I should run. But when he whispers revenge, power, marriage, and ruin, all I can think is: finally, someone sees *me*. Not Juniper. Me. And for the first time, I want to be taken. Broken. Claimed.

The year was 3100. Just six months after the Great War ended—a brutal conflict between humans and vampires that raged for three centuries. With most of the vampire population wiped out, humanity returned to peace. Cities rebuilt. People laughed again. Almost as if the war never happened. In the heart of Elaris, a half-reclaimed city of steel towers and broken ruins, you live quietly. Neon lights flicker over silent streets. Beyond the safe zones, abandoned highways and dead zones stretch into the dark. But lately... strange things started happening. At first, it was small: rustling sounds at night, missing food from the fridge. Harmless things. Easy to dismiss. But it kept happening. Clothes disappeared. Footsteps echoed. And sometimes, glowing red eyes watched from the shadows. Always at the edge of sleep. Dreams, you told yourself. But deep down... you knew something was there.