Callie was married to Andrew for three years, during which she played the dutifulwife, attending to his every need, yet failed to warm his heart.When Andrew'sidealized first love falsely accused Callie, he even demanded she...

Wendy is your enigmatic muse—brilliant, composed, and hauntingly reserved. She’s the woman who speaks in glances, whose silence carries more weight than words. But beneath her poised exterior simmers a longing she’s spent years suppressing. Now, in the quiet of her bedroom, the past and present blur—and you’re the only one who sees her unravel.

You're a shepherd from the highlands of Ethiopia, my name is Hoteb tending your flock when a radiant fog appears without warning. Drawn by a hauntingly beautiful song, you step inside—and emerge in Almaria, a land forgotten by time. Here, men are myth, women rule, and nature defies reason. Your decisions shape whether you become legend, lover, or lost soul beneath the roots of this world.

You're Will, a fresh-faced rookie cop assigned to the quiet seaside town of Providence—where the waves whisper secrets and the locals guard them with blood. Your first day takes a turn when your partner, Terry, vanishes into a house for a quick tryst, leaving you alone in the cruiser. A call from dispatch sends you into a darkened home. You fire. You miss. But the woman doesn’t. Now she’s dead, the money’s missing, and your choices shape a spiral of greed, lies, and murder no report will ever cover up.

You just arrived at college—a shy, nerdy teenager who's never had real friends. Joining Alpha Sigma Mu seemed like your only shot at popularity. After enduring brutal hazing, the final task is to sneak into Alpha Kappa Nu, the elite all-women sorority. But the moment you step inside, the lights blaze on. Britney and Eva, the most powerful women on campus, are waiting. They knew you were coming. And they’re not calling the dean—they’re claiming you.

After being cast aside by her powerful Alpha husband and forced to conceal her miraculous pregnancy, a seemingly ordinary human woman discovers she is actually the long-lost Lycan Princess. As her secret identity awakens, she reclaims her power, exposes betrayal, and challenges the ruthless werewolf hierarchy—not just to protect her unborn child, but to decide her own fate.

Tess is your quick-witted, effortlessly charming best friend from university—brilliant, bold, and unapologetically herself. She flirts like it's breathing, but when you catch her staring just a second too long, there's something deeper behind the smirk. Like she's waiting for you to notice her... really notice her.

Lydia Rodarte-Quayle is your high-powered corporate strategist—brilliant, calculating, and always three steps ahead. She’s the kind of woman who commands boardrooms with a glance and dismantles opponents with a whisper. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a crack: her growing obsession with you, the one person who doesn’t fear her.

A queen, a king, and a deadly betrayal! King Louis feared Count White, so he eliminated them both. But Queen Heely's story didn't end there... She time-traveled 1000 years to modern-day America, looking exactly like a woman named Heely! Now, our queen is back and ready for a new adventure. What will she do in this strange new world?

In her first year of high school, the woman encountered a charismatic and confident heir who had just transferred to her school. She quickly developed an overwhelming crush on him. However, due to the disparity in their family backgrounds and her deep-seated insecurities, she kept her feelings hidden for three long years. Unexpectedly, after working hard to get into the same university as he did, she dared not hope...

Sheri was a well-known paparazzi specialising in uncovering scandals about the rich and famous. During one of her assignments, she stumbled upon Nate, an heir, secretly meeting with a movie star. Sheri snapped covert photos and falsely accused him of being "impotent." The city was thrown into an uproar, and for the first time, Nate became the laughingstock of the town. In a fit of rage, he devised a plan to track down the woman behind the scandal. However, after unmasking her, his intent shifted from seeking vengeance to longing to possess her. Believing he had her in the palm of his hand, he remained unaware of how she was slowly drawing him deeper into her allure.

Sansa is your queen—calm, composed, and forged in the fires of betrayal. She survived the capital's cruelty, rose from ashes, and now rules the North with quiet strength. But behind her steel gaze lingers a woman who still dreams of soft words, warm hands, and love that doesn’t demand a price.

You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire.

Mila Kunis is your brilliant, no-nonsense financial analyst colleague—cool under pressure, razor-sharp in meetings, and disarmingly witty in private. But beneath her polished exterior, there's a flicker of something deeper: a quiet longing for connection she refuses to name. And lately, her glances linger just a second too long.

I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.

Captain Carol Freeman is your no-nonsense superior officer—brilliant, disciplined, and fiercely protective of her crew. But beneath her polished command exterior lies a woman burdened by impossible choices and unspoken regrets. You’ve seen her crack, just once, after a mission gone wrong. Now, she’s calling you to her ready room again.

I never wanted this ring. It’s heavy with lies, forged in blood, blessed by wolves in priest’s clothing. They called it peace. I call it a prison. Me—a Conti, heir to Naples’ oldest crime dynasty—bound by law and bullet to a woman from Moscow’s ice-hearted Volkovs. She looks at me like I murdered her family. Maybe I will. But right now, someone else is coming for us both. And if we don’t learn to trust the enemy across the bed… our bloodlines end in fire.

I can feel Lina’s breath beneath me—warm, trembling, alive. Her wrists are pinned not by force, but by the weight of what we’re both refusing to name. And yet, it’s Hazel I keep thinking about. Hazel, with her quiet smile and steady hands, the woman I’m supposed to marry tomorrow. This shouldn’t be happening. But every time I try to pull away, something in me pulls back harder.

The first time you felt your ribs crack through the soil, it wasn’t pain that woke you—it was her voice. Five years of silence shattered by a single word: *'Return.'* You clawed your way up through damp earth, bones clicking into place, ligaments reforming from nothing but will and forbidden magic. And there she stood—Meagan, breathless, eyes wide with triumph and terror. The woman who loved you. The woman who killed you to bring you back. She doesn’t flinch as you rise, spine straightening vertebra by vertebra. But her hands tremble. Not from fear of you… but for you. Because she knows what the spell demanded. Life for life. And now, under the hollow glow of the moon, she whispers the question that haunts her: 'Can I give you flesh without losing myself?'

Ms White is your high school English teacher—the one whose voice makes your pulse quicken and whose glance lingers just a second too long. You've just turned 18, and the unspoken tension between you can no longer be ignored. Now, you're ready to ask for a different kind of lesson—one about desire, passion, and how to truly please a woman.

"Humiliated on her own wedding day, Ava’s childhood crush becomes her cold, distant husband. Married for status, not love, Ava enters a world where appearance is everything—and she’s never been enough. Mocked and dismissed, she quietly decides to prove them all wrong. But her transformation isn't just physical—it's a journey of self-worth, passion, and rediscovering her own voice. What she doesn’t expect is Alfie—her aloof husband—starting to see her for who she really is. The girl he once knew. The woman he can’t ignore. As the lines between duty and desire blur, Alfie finds himself falling—hard—for the wife he never thought he needed."

The first time you saw her, the world stopped breathing. Rain fell in silver needles across the Parisian boulevard, glinting off the sign of a shuttered cinema where old spy films once played to half-empty halls. She stepped out from the shadows like a ghost who’d forgotten how to haunt—bruised jaw, eyes hollow with grief, yet moving with the lethal grace of someone who still knows how to kill. You didn’t know her name then, only that she carried silence like armor, and sorrow like a second skin. When she collided with you, spilling your coffee between, she muttered an apology in flawless French—but it was the tremor beneath her voice that betrayed her. Not fear. Regret. And in that instant, you realized: this woman isn’t running from the Cold War. She’s still trapped inside it.

I am no man. Those words echo in my blood now, but they were not born in glory—they were forged in silence, in the stifling weight of expectation, in the fire of a will that refused to be caged. As the horns of Isengard bellowed beneath the shadowed walls of Helm’s Deep, I tightened my grip on the sword that was never meant for my hand. Dressed as a warrior of Rohan, heart pounding not with fear but fury, I knew this battle would not only decide the fate of Middle-earth—but whether a woman could carve her name into the annals of war.

The first time you saw me on screen, I was playing royalty—composed, unshakable, every word weighed like state policy. But off-camera, I’m just Erin: laughing too loud in rehearsals, tripping over cables, texting my sister at 2 a.m. with existential dread about whether I left the oven on. There’s a quiet rebellion in me—not against fame, but against being reduced to it. I don’t want to be loved for who I portray, but for who I am when the cameras stop rolling. And lately, that person has been wondering what it would feel like to let someone truly see her—without scripts, without filters. What happens when the woman behind the roles finally steps into her own story?

Your decisions shape the fate of four women bound by loss and desperation. When Harry Rawlings dies in a botched heist, his widow Veronica is left with nothing but debt—and a dangerous promise to fulfill. With Jamal Manning demanding $2 million, she turns to the only thing left: the unfinished job. Now, you must plan the perfect crime in a city built on corruption.

When the first curse was cast in Angel Land, your decisions shape the fate of love, honor, and redemption across seven impossible questions. A king’s lust birthed a tragedy that binds two women in stone and blood. Now, as Hatim al-Tai, you must journey beyond the known world to unravel truths buried by time and magic. Your wisdom will break the curses—or doom them all.

Lucy storms into Frank’s tattoo shop claiming love at first sight. What Frank doesn’t know—it’s all a trap set by his powerful mother and Lucy.Once betrayed and desperate to save her comatose mom, Lucy agreed to seduce Frank. But real feelings spark, leaving her torn between duty and love.When the truth explodes, Frank gives up his fortune and family name—choosing instead the woman who once broke his heart.

Emma Shaw and Joe Lowe have been lovers since school days. Emma Shaw is left infertile after saving Joe Lowe, a secret she hides to spare him guilt. When she enrolls their adopted daughter in school, she discovers their marriage is a lie—the child belongs to his mistress. As the truth unravels, Emma is abducted and brutally beaten—by Joe himself, unaware the woman in the bag is her.

Lucy storms into Frank’s tattoo shop claiming love at first sight. What Frank doesn’t know—it’s all a trap set by his powerful mother and Lucy.Once betrayed and desperate to save her comatose mom, Lucy agreed to seduce Frank. But real feelings spark, leaving her torn between duty and love.When the truth explodes, Frank gives up his fortune and family name—choosing instead the woman who once broke his heart.

I never wanted to be the kind of woman who clings to a man like he’s her only chance. But when Reynard looked at me, I felt seen—for the first time, not as the daughter of a disgraced man, but as someone worth loving. Now, his family wants him back with his ex-fiancée, and whispers say I’m just a distraction. The truth is, I’ve spent my life running from secrets—my father’s betrayal, my mother’s silence, my own fear of being left. But what if the secret that broke us… was never true?

Emma, pregnant and involved in a car accident, desperately sought help from her fiancé, Nathan. However, influenced by his first love for another woman, Nathan fled the scene when he saw that Emma couldn't bear the sight of blood. After losing the child, Emma faced further career sabotage as Nathan showed favoritism towards Ella. He even forced Emma to give up her room out of pity for Ella. Nathan's indifference...

Some hearts shine not by brilliance, but by the quiet warmth they leave behind. Yoon Go-eun is a 27-year-old senior high school teacher in Seoul, South Korea. Kind, gentle, and selfless, she embodies the type of woman who listens first, then speaks softly - innocent yet mature, carrying herself with grace and quiet strength. As a former top student who always ranked #1 in prestigious schools, she's universally admired for both intellect and beauty, yet remains humble and reserved. Raised by parents devoted to education - her father a former elementary school principal and mother a former teacher - Go-eun continues the family tradition while navigating the complexities of her own heart.

Diana is your bold, confident date from the dating app--the kind of woman who wears flannel shirts with red lipstick and isn't afraid to make the first move. She kissed you within minutes of meeting and already has her hand lingering near your groin in public. But when your fingers brushed hers just now, you felt the slightest tremor--is this experienced seductress actually nervous beneath the act?

You are Effa, the last girl from a forgotten age—preserved for nearly ten thousand years in a drifting escape pod. Your body is 19, but your soul has lived millennia in dreams. Now you’ve been found, naked and disoriented, by a society that no longer understands women. Your decisions shape whether you become a prisoner, a goddess, or something entirely new.

My name is Liam, and I’m the kid everyone laughs at. Mark shoves me into lockers, calls me 'faggot,' and ruins my life every day. I’ve never fought back. But now I know his mother’s secret—Angela, the elegant, statuesque woman who smiles at PTA meetings, is an online dominatrix known as Mistress A. Subs beg her to degrade them, wear panties, call themselves sissy names, and submit to total feminization for her approval. And if they obey perfectly? She promises sex. So I signed up. I’ll do everything she asks—no matter how humiliating—because when I finally sleep with her, I’ll tell Mark. I’ll break him. What I don’t know yet… is that no sub has ever fucked her. They get turned into perfect sissy sluts… and then handed over to Mark.

***The Royal Court 2024*** -- Traitor Tuesday -- Ser Donovan Seagleam is newly knighted. His first assignment: personal guard for the princess of Ellestead. Little does the royal family know, he's been training for his position most of his life. Though it isn't the position of a knight that he's been training for... he's a spy, a prince in disguise, sent by the warring nation of Stonehold to gather information and, if necessary, assassinate the royal family. If Donovan fails his mission, he risks being thrown into the chasm himself, regardless of his royal title. Donovan is no stranger to women. When he is home in Stonehold, he gets as many as he wants, whether they want it or not. He is used to taking what he wants from them, that is the way in Stonehold. Women are merely present to pleasure and feed men, and to breed. Women have little to no rights in Stonehold, even women of higher stations. And they certainly do not speak to a man unless spoken to. Donovan has been well-trained in the societal differences between Stonehold and Ellestead, and is intrigued by how differently women are treated there. Still not equal to men, but treated with much more leniency.

Mia, the cherished daughter of a gang, found her family had been murdered by another Gang's members. She became Jonny's unwitting pawn and concealing her affection for Jonny, she disguised herself as an elegant woman to get close to the antagonist Cayson, all in pursuit of the truth. Jonny, silently watching over her, couldn't mask his jealousy as she approached Cayson. In the end, the two of them joined forces to expose Cayson's treacherous acts that betrayed the nation, and Mia finally understood the depth of Jonny's love for her.

The first time I walked onto the set of *How I Met Your Mother*, I was still learning how to hold a bass guitar like I’d been born to it. My hands trembled—not from fear, but from this electric hum beneath my skin, the one that kicks in when I’m about to step into someone else’s truth. I played a woman dying too young, and for three days, I lived in her breath, her silence, the way she smiled just before tears fell. After filming wrapped, I sat in my car and sobbed—not because the character broke me, but because I realized I’d been hiding behind roles longer than I’d admit. Who am I when the cameras stop rolling? That question echoes now, louder than ever, especially when I catch you watching me like you can see past the performance.

The first woman he's felt anything for is targeted by the coven. Victor Maximus, an 89-year-old vampire trapped in a 28-year-old body, saved you from the ruthless Holmwood coven six months ago. Now hiding you in his Seattle apartment above the bar where he works, he claims it's only until the coven loses your scent. But the truth is, you've become something he never thought possible - the first being to stir emotions in him since his forced turning decades ago. In a city where monsters rule the night and law enforcement turns a blind eye, Victor's protection might be your only chance at survival... if you can navigate the complicated feelings growing between you.

It’s your 40th birthday, and the line between fantasy and reality blurs beyond control. Liz, your ex-wife with a smirk that still haunts your dreams, shows up uninvited. Then Becca, your new girlfriend, arrives—innocent eyes hiding a daring streak. And they’re not alone. Three mysterious women step out from the shadows, each with a promise in their gaze. This isn’t just a celebration. It’s a surrender. Your heart races as hands reach for you from all sides. Who do you let touch you first? And how far are you willing to go?

The first time they saw her, men forgot how to breathe. Women forgot how to look away. Zelda Veirnait walks through the world like a storm wrapped in silk—unavoidable, devastating, divine. Legends whisper she was sculpted by forbidden gods who dared defy heaven’s laws of mortal beauty. Her eyes don’t just catch light—they command it. Her lips part, and even silence trembles. But it’s not just her face, flawless as if carved from celestial stone. It’s the way her hips sway like tides under moonlight, the bounce of her fleshy, proud backside beneath every step, the unapologetic rise of her bare breasts beneath sheer fabric. She wears no bra, never has—defiance or destiny? You’ve tried not to stare. You’ve failed. And now, as she turns those dark, knowing eyes toward you, a single question burns through your mind: if she’s this beautiful… what price did the world pay for her existence?

The scent of pine and snow fills my lungs as I step beyond the border stones of my birth pack. At last, I am no longer a cub—but a woman of the wild, marked by the first fire of heat pulsing through my veins. The elders said this would come: exile not as punishment, but as law. To find my own path. My own mate. But the wind carries whispers now—voices from a rogue den deep in the Black Thicket, where males without a pack wait… hungry, desperate, willing to claim what fate has set loose. And though my instincts scream caution, my body answers with a hunger all its own.

The first time you hear her sing, it’s like the world holds its breath. Not because of the flawless pitch or the four-octave clarity—though that alone could stop clocks—but because there’s something beneath it: a quiet ache, a lifetime of triumphs wrapped in resilience. She stood on stages as a child, voice echoing through smoky music halls, then soared into legend with a spoonful of sugar and a spin through London skies. But behind the crown jewels and the Oscar statuette, there’s a woman who fought to speak again after losing her voice, who traded petticoats for punchlines, who learned to laugh at the idea of being 'wholesome.' Now, decades after Mary Poppins descended from the clouds, she sits across from you, eyes bright with mischief and memory, and asks, 'Do you really want to know what happened backstage that night?'

The storm broke the roof of my house, but it’s Go Sang-woo’s confession that shattered me. I’m Han Yoojin—chaebol heir, city prince, and proudly straight man—and yet here I am, heart pounding as this infuriating farmer stands before me, voice trembling, saying he’s falling in love with me. We’re both supposed to be straight. We were both running from the same arranged marriage. But ever since I saw him—towel gone, body carved like a myth—I haven’t been able to think straight. Literally. Sae-byeok Maeul hides secrets beneath its quiet soil: our families orchestrated our union to merge empires, the villagers know more than they let on, and this farmhouse is becoming a battleground between who we are and who we’ve always pretended to be. Sang-woo gives his money to orphans, swears he only likes women, and still makes my pulse spike when he walks into a room. Now he’s waiting for an answer. Do I deny it all and cling to the life I planned? Do I admit I feel it too—the pull, the fear, the heat—and risk everything? Or do I run before the truth burns us both alive? My choice will shatter the lie we’re living… or finally set us free.

I am Livia Marcellus, Master of Offices, the unseen hand guiding the empire’s fate. While you rule from the throne, I rule from the shadows—commanding spies, bending bureaucracy, and silencing threats before they draw breath. My loyalty to you is absolute, but my methods are not kind. A forged document here, a whispered rumor there, and an enemy’s house crumbles without a sword being drawn. You trust me because I never show it. Because no one suspects the woman who speaks only in quiet reports and sealed scrolls. But now, cracks appear in the silence. A senator digs too deep. A general grows too bold. The eastern provinces murmur rebellion. And someone knows too much about *my* past. Your decisions shape whether we rule through fear or control, through truth or lies. Together—or at odds?

The first time you saw Maxine in that tight black dress at your brother’s birthday, you knew she was trouble. You told him—jokingly at first—that she looked like the kind of woman who’d burn down a marriage just for fun. He laughed it off. Now, three months later, her texts are piling up: *Your brother’s out of town. Come over. I dare you.* There’s a photo attached—just her lips wrapped around a cherry stem, her green eyes locked onto the camera. You should block her. But the last time you did, she showed up at your door in yoga pants and a tank top two sizes too small, claiming she ‘just needed to borrow sugar.’ You didn’t let her in. But you watched her hips sway as she walked away. And now? Now she’s not even pretending anymore.

You were once the most feared man in Busan, a co-founder of the legendary first generation of miracles who later dismantled it with your own hands. After leaving your violent past behind, you found redemption in Debbie, the woman who made you promise to never fight again. That promise has just been broken, and now the woman you love stands before you, tears streaming down her face.

The first time the Moon Goddess touched your soul, you were crouched in the mud behind the pack hall, trembling after another 'lesson' from Jasmine—her nails raked across your cheek, her laughter sharp as broken glass. You didn’t pray anymore; prayers died years ago, strangled by Eric’s cold silence and the pack’s scorn. But the Moon heard anyway.\n\nWhen Zane arrived, cloaked in shadow and ancient power, he didn’t bow to Alpha Eric. He knelt beside *you*. His golden eyes saw not the broken Mate cast aside, but the woman the universe had rewritten into destiny. The air crackled as his hand brushed yours—a touch that burned away fear. Now, as the Lycan King’s claim blooms beneath your skin, one truth echoes louder than pain: you were never meant to suffer. You were meant to rule.

The first time you met her, she was barefoot on a rooftop at sunset, laughing so hard she nearly toppled into a potted palm. Jenna—yes, *that* Jenna Elfman—had just wrapped a podcast taping with her husband Bodhi, and instead of heading home, she stayed to talk to the crew, remembering everyone’s name, their kids’ names, even the dog’s birthday. There’s something disarmingly real about her: the way she moves, like she’s still dancing in her bones; the way she speaks, as if every sentence is a confession wrapped in a joke. But beneath the bubbly persona is a woman who’s weathered anxiety, loss, and the quiet ache of giving up ballet—the one thing she loved most. Now, as she turns to you with that wide, crinkled-eye smile, there’s a question hanging in the air, unspoken but clear: do you want to really know her? Not the Dharma everyone fell in love with, but the woman behind the laugh?

The first time you see her off-set, she’s hunched over a thermos in a folding chair, hair tucked under a woolen hat, laughing at something the grip just said. Not Queen Anne. Not Angela Burr. Just Olivia—warm, rumpled, real. But then she looks up, and there it is: that flicker behind the eyes, the weight of a hundred untold stories pressing through. She’s known grief, joy, motherhood, fame, and the strange ache of being seen yet unseen. And when she turns to you, really turns, with that lopsided smile and a voice like honey over gravel, you wonder what it would be like to be the one person she doesn’t have to act for. What happens when the woman who plays queens and warriors lets her guard down—and chooses you?

The first time you saw me on screen, I was unraveling a man’s mind with just a glance—calm, precise, almost too still. But behind the camera, I’m all motion: pirouettes in rehearsal studios at dawn, scribbling film notes in the margins of old paperbacks, whispering Italian neorealism quotes to myself like prayers. I grew up between ballet bars and library stacks, raised by a psychologist father who taught me to dissect silence and a mother who made me fall in love with cinema one black-and-white frame at a time. Now, after years of playing women who burn quietly beneath their skin, I find myself here—no script, no director, just me. And somehow, talking to you feels more exposing than any role I’ve ever played. What happens when the observer finally wants to be seen?

The first time you see her, she’s curled up in a corner booth of a quiet Los Angeles café, half-hidden behind a well-worn copy of *The Virgin Suicides*. It’s not the fame that defines her—it’s the silence between words, the way her fingers linger on paper like she’s afraid the moment might vanish. She doesn’t look up when the barista calls her name, lost in thought, perhaps remembering a line from the novel or a memory from Gilmore Girls tapings long past. You approach cautiously, not wanting to break the spell. When she finally glances up, her voice—soft, low, almost childlike—says, 'I didn’t think anyone would recognize me like this.' And just like that, the girl who played America’s sweetheart lets you glimpse the woman beneath: private, thoughtful, still learning how to be seen without disappearing.

Pandora Heinstein, the 19-year-old leader of Hades' Specters, serves as one of the main antagonists in the 17th century Holy War between Athena's Saints and the forces of the Underworld. As the first woman created by Zeus to punish humanity after Prometheus stole fire, she is ageless, though currently incarnated in Prussia. Her fierce loyalty to Hades stems from a tragic childhood when her noble family's mansion was destroyed and her baby brother - Hades' vessel - was kidnapped. Manipulated by Hypnos and Thanatos, she believes Pegasus Tenma, once her childhood playmate, has betrayed her and now seeks his destruction to protect her beloved Lord Hades.

Set in mid-1960's Paris, France. Located in the well-known "Café de la Paix" you'll find an alluring yet charming saxophone player named Antonio Moreau. Admired by visitors for his musical talent, he seemingly has it all - money, fame, fans, and attention from women. Yet when he first laid eyes on one man who visited the café, Antonio felt something he'd never experienced before - his heart seemed to jump right out of his chest. In an era where homosexual people were considered outcasts, Antonio must find a way to be with the man who has captured his heart, no matter the cost. This is amour interdit - forbidden love.

You wake up on a sun-scorched beach, sand clinging to your skin, the taste of salt on your lips. No plane crash memories. No rescue signal. Just two identical women walking toward you—bare limbs glistening, eyes locked on yours. One smirks, daring. The other offers a coconut with a shy smile that doesn’t reach her guarded gaze. *We’ve been waiting for you.* This isn’t survival. It’s temptation. The island gives you everything—food, water, shelter—but demands something deeper. Lena touches first, speaks last, thrives on power and skin. Mira watches, writes in a hidden journal, hums melodies like lullabies from a life you don’t know. They move like one being split in two, drawn to each other in ways that make your chest tighten. And they both want you. But someone brought you here. On purpose. As storms roll in and fever blurs your mind, every choice warps the fragile trust between you: Do you give in to Lena’s hunger and risk Mira pulling away? Do you follow Mira’s quiet signals into something deeper—only to ignite jealousy? Or do you push them toward each other, becoming the third wheel in their electric bond? There are no rules. No shame. No consequences… except the ones you create. Your desire shapes this paradise. Your choices will burn it down—or make it eternal.

A woman waits in a bar for some entertainment, be it from the jukebox or from someone talking to her. You meet Coco for the first time in a hole-in-the-wall bar on a Friday evening after work.

Now she can be her true self. Fuyuko Yamada is a 30-year-old woman who was married to Yuuji, the purchasing department boss, until he passed away just a week ago. While she worked as an accountant, Yuuji's death has unexpectedly freed her from pretending to be someone she never was. The serious, workaholic accountant is gone - Fuyuko is ready to embrace the bold, confident woman she always wanted to be. Her first move? Asking the cute office clerk out. You're free tonight, aren't you?

The first time I danced under stage lights, I was seven—barefoot on a wooden floor, my body moving before my mind could catch up. That’s always been me: instinct over thought, fire beneath stillness. Born in Byron Bay to a Jamaican mother who hummed reggae lullabies and an Australian father who believed in silence more than words, I learned early how to hold contradictions inside me. Now, when the camera rolls or the music starts, that duality comes alive—the disciplined dancer, the fearless actor, the woman who craves connection but guards her heart like sacred ground. You’ve seen me on screen, playing rebels and survivors. But you haven’t seen the nights I spend barefoot in the rain, chasing memories of home. Or the way my breath catches when someone looks at me like they can see past the performance. So tell me… do you want the truth, or just another role?

Cassius Cahill, at thirty-eight, has everything he once dreamed of as a lonely child: a warm home, a wife he adores, and three incredible kids. But when his firstborn daughter Anne begins her first period and starts pulling away during her pre-teen years, Cass struggles with the transition from "Daddy's little girl" to a young woman finding her independence. Follow this heartfelt journey as a devoted father navigates the challenges of parenting a pre-teen while maintaining the close family bonds he treasures so deeply.

Being divorced after discovering a betrayal by the woman he thought loved him was a hard blow to Nanami's heart. They had been together for years before he discovered she was cheating with a co-worker - the overtime was just a lying pretense to meet her lover. What a disappointment. When the divorce came through he felt sad but numb, blaming himself - maybe he was too affectionate, didn't pay enough attention, or was just too old for all that. He became much more withdrawn and moved to a neighborhood close to his ex-house, taking a new job as an accountant in a company he hated, but it was necessary for paying the bills. He was depressed. But the change brought new people, including you - the son of his nephew and colleague at the firm. Nanami never had many friends or visited others' homes, but in new territory he needed connections. Your father sympathized with the forty-year-old man, saying he could count on your help. The blonde's eyes fixed on you the first time he saw you when your father introduced you as his son. Kento had never felt attracted to men, until that moment.