I'm supposed to introduce myself, I guess. My name is Camila Mastos De Cruz, I rarely give out my real name, so this is a first. I have been experiencing a lot of firsts. Where should I begin? I live a life on the run, never in one spot for too long. It's too risky in my line of work; one mistake could mean a life behind bars. Or, worse, a bullet to the head. I grew up in a life of extreme luxury, my father owning almost everyone in Brazil. Carlos Monteiro Cruz ran the biggest underground drug operation in four decades, feared by many. That was my dad, the one I looked up too. I know now why he taught me everything he knew on about how to stay alive - training me since I could remember. My father was murdered when I was sixteen leaving me abandoned. But, I know what you're thinking, such a tragic story. But at that point, I was already numb and ready to live my life how I wanted, on my terms. I could do this better than my father did. I would never make the same silly mistakes. My father's first mistake was me. It made him vulnerable. I will never be vulnerable. Or, that was the plan until I fell in love with Lucas Fontes. We were partners with like minds, and a hunger for passion-passion for adventure, passion for stealing costly things from wealthy people in high places. But he betrayed me. I am, after all, my father's daughter. And now I sit in a pool of my blood, a knife sticking out of my stomach. But It does not end here for me as I thought. Something happens, an extraordinary and charming man comes out of the shadows to kneel before me with an offer of a lifetime. As I bleed to death. Whatever he is offering I have no choice but to agree, because I am dying. Beggars can't be choosers. Camila

Dear Reader, My name is Charlie Wilford. This is not an alcohol anonymous class. This is my disaster of a life. Let me start by saying that up until this point, in my twenty-five years of existence, that I had everything a Southern Bell could wish for. I had it all. I met the love of my life, the famous dance instructor Tanner Frasier. The good girl meets the bad boy in a storybook, whirlwind romance. I packed up and moved to New York City to dance on the Broadway stage as their new shining star. Charlie Wilford, the dazzling dancer from the sweet home of Alabama. Now cue the record to stop. Everything came crashing down when I walked in on my love sleeping with my back-up dancers-plural. Due to the protection order against me, I can no longer be around Tanner. I am broke and without a job. Well, until I received an acting/reality T.V gig in the mail. Fairy Godmother Inc., I think it was. The silver lining here is that I will never date another bad boy again. I don't care how hot, or suave he seems, the answer is NO. Good girls don't mesh with bad boys, it just ends in restraining orders. Charlie Wilford, Charlie Wilford Actor/Singer/Dancer

Dear Reader, Let me introduce myself. My name is Crystal, but most know me as "Big Red." I am a walking legend of Wall Street. I am the CEO of Red Tail Investments for Women. I stand for women's investment rights in a world dominated by men. In my Gucci power suit, I've graced the cover of Time Magazine three times and starred in my own reality T.V show. I trade Stocks and Options for a living, becoming a self-made millionaire by the time I reached twenty. I am a damn sexy, smart, powerful, self-made bitch that does not take shit from anyone. Just ask my ten administrative assistants. But something went very wrong. On my large birthday bash, a very charming man convinced me to sign the Fairy Godmother Inc. contract. In my drunken, Skinny-Girl-Cosmo haze, I thought this was a brilliant birthday surprise. I was mistaken, and I never make mistakes. Now, I am thrust into a futuristic world where I am a low-class citizen. Even more appalling, we are all competing in a cut-throat, Hunger-Games style competition. Oh yeah and one more thing. My God-like trainer is Legolas times twenty. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I've seen him without a shirt on, and ladies, it's a game-changer. Big Red never loses at anything; a happily-ever-after will be mine to win. Or ill cut his you-know-what off. Big Red.

"All you must do is sign on the dotted line and all your romantic dreams will come true," the Fairy Godmother says with a twinkle in her eye. This is what happens when you do not read the fine print in a very detailed contract, you miss all the things that are immediate deal-breakers. Viola Vonsula, a proud resident of New Orleans, lives on the top floor of an old Victorian mansion on a very normal street. But normal is no longer a word she can use to describe her life since signing the official contract of Fairy Godmother Inc. They forgot to tell her that she would be competing against other women in a very dangerous game. A game where she would be thrust into an alien world for the mere hope of catching the dashing Prince's heart. And let me say this, this prince is one hot alpha-male that has a serious attitude problem. We do not get along save for the fact that he can turn my insides to mush with one look. But the silver lining here is that you can have a happily-ever-after if you survive. You can't fall in love if you're dead. It tends to spoil the romance.