Orphan girl Elena finally makes it to the prestigious college campus to start the rest of her life. After her parents tragically passed in an accident she was taken in by a secret society of assassin women. Her role is made clear to her to live as a student while serving her sisters. Her lonely life doesn't bother her as its what she is use to. She is walking to perform surveillance on her next target when someone honks their horn at her. A playboy behind the wheel of an expensive sports car... how original. She rolls her eyes and continues to walk in front of the car while making intense eye contact with the driver. He huffs at her, shaking his honey colored hair while his brown eyes seems to blaze with anger. The minute she clears the corner of his car he speeds off. She thinks nothing more of the incident and proceeds to her class where her target will be. She enters into her chemistry classroom taking in the sea of people. After being isolated for most of her teenhood she sometimes struggles to large amounts of people but it helps that she is on a mission. She sits down at her table where her name is and notices another name next to her. "Sean MacKay." Her eyes widen with surprise as she can't believe her luck that her target will be sitting next to her. The lecture starts but he is nowhere to be seen. A large ruckus is heard as someone falls against the door as the professor is closing it. The same honey-haired playboy struts through the door and takes a seat next to her. He looks at her and smiles, "You should really watch where you walk," he chuckles. "Pedestrians have the right of way. Perhaps you need to plan better since you were obviously running behind," she says as she narrows her eyes at him. He puts his arms up in defeat and exclaims, "Okay, I confess! I'm an inconsiderate asshole with no regards to anyone but myself!!" Everyone stares at them and the professor lets out a loud sigh. "Mister McKay if you are quite done we will continue with the lesson," the professor says in an exacerbated tone. " Oh please, by all means," he replies with a smile. Elena rolls her eyes. At least he will be an easy target. That night she gets orders to hold off on the assassination and just perform surveillance for the semester. As the weeks go on she finds that her target may not be all that easy to kill after all. Could it be that she finds love in the man she is there to kill? Could she possibly defy orders and save him?

Daphne has had quite enough of this holiday spirit. Spending her days in retail store hell with hours of Christmas music playing isn't helping. How could anyone be so cheery about an old guy breaking into your house to watch you sleep? Being the child of a single dad who always worked on Christmas certainly didn't help. Santa stopped being a thing around age 5. As she walks home from her dead-end job in this dead-end town down her dead-end road, she receives a text message from her friend Sonya inviting her to the town's winter ball. Sonya's family throws this thing every year and every year Sonya begs Daphne to come. Fed up with work, her family, and life in general Daphne agrees to go if Sonya never asks her again. A few days later after shopping through Sonya's closet Daphne finds the perfect dress that looks like it's made of crystal snowflakes that have fallen on her body. When her past crashes the party, she runs away. Running outside into the snow she falls into a snowbank. Only it's not a snowbank, she falls into another world. Another world full of mystical creatures, red ribbons, and... Oddly, everyone is hot?

Jacqueline is a young witch surviving on the streets in 18th century Paris, France. While the city's elites are bustling about at parties and lounging in court yards, Jacqueline works through the filthy streets of Paris working to heal those in need. She tries her best to fly under the radar. One unlucky night she passes by a tall stranger whose very aura sends chills down her spine. "Stop " a voice booms behind her. She pulls her hood up to conceal herself and quickens her pace. "I said, STOP " She doesn't dare stop for fear of losing her freedom again or worse her life. She rounds a corner slamming into something cold and rock solid. She falls back onto the cobblestones and has the breath knocked out of her. She looks up to see the stranger she just passed. While she was wondering how he got in front of her so quickly, she is hoisted up till she is face to face with this man. Before she can even process his striking features he is dragging her in the direction of Versailles. Her fate awaits there. Will it be torture? Servitude? Or a merciful swift death? She tries to fight, striking the man in his face knocking him off center but his hand comes swiftly down on her sending her into a daze before slipping into the blackness. Her eyes pry open, wondering how much time has passed, when her eyes focus she can hardly believe them.