Being the daughter of a senator, you would think I get to do anything I want. Don’t get me wrong, there are children of senators who get that lifestyle. I on the other hand am the daughter of Micheal Chukwueze Afolabi. Yes, the majority leader. I hope now you understand my predicament. After an attempt on his life, he got me a bodyguard. You know to guide my body, even though he was the target of the attack. That's where my problem all started.

Nefer at a young age fell in love like anyone else. After some convincing from his friends. He decided to ask his crush out. He wrote a letter and slipped it in her locker. After school, he waited behind the gym for her. When she came he asked her out as respectably as he possibly could. Unfortunately, the girl turned him down. He took this very hard, he ended up not dating or being in a relationship most of his life. At fourth working a minimal job with a lousy pay. The only thing he looked forward to was a woman at his workplace. Everyone in the office like them together and encouraged him to ask her out. He wanted to but his old trauma always got in the way. One colleague was so kind to ask for him. She said yes but would only agree if he asked. Already knowing her answer he decided to ask her. When they met, he was too nervous he got a heart attack. “Will you marry me? He lifted his head to see he was in the afterlife. In front of him were gods and goddesses. He tries to take back his proposal but it was too late. This created chaos among the gods.

Mary Sawyer and Joseph Aboi had been dating for two years. They had made preparations to get married when they suddenly broke up. Months later out of the blue, she receives a call from him asking for a favor. Mary hesitates but agrees to have lunch with him. He wants her to help him sign a client by pretending to be his wife.

Wanting a job as a paralegal at a prestigious law firm Alan applied to multiple firms and was declined. In a tailspin, his uncle told him about a job that could get him into any room. A butler, specifically a butler at the Obsidian Rift Resort. Alan was skeptical but applied anyway. After months of waiting he heard back from them.

After Betty’s grandmother passed away, the entire family gathered for the reading of the will. Among the various properties listed, Betty was surprised to find herself left with a house in a town she had never even heard of. Curious and a bit hopeful, she traveled miles to see the place. What she found was a crumbling mansion on the edge of town, looking like it hadn’t been lived in for years. A foreclosure notice was taped to the front door—according to the bank, the house would be repossessed in six months unless a significant debt was paid off. Betty was disappointed. Things hadn’t been going well for her side of the family, and this didn’t seem like the fresh start she had hoped for. Her grandmother had married three times, with six children from the first husband, four from the second, and two from the third. The children from the earlier marriages had always seemed to have the upper hand when it came to inheritance and family matters. The house caused quite a stir. At first, the other relatives seemed interested—possibly jealous—until they saw it for themselves. Once they realized the state it was in, they lost interest quickly and backed off, leaving Betty to it. Still, Betty didn’t give up. She rolled up her sleeves and began cleaning the mansion, sorting through dusty furniture and antiques, and setting aside anything that looked valuable enough to sell. She refused to believe this place held nothing for her. That night, as she tried to sleep on a creaky mattress in the barely-lit bedroom, she was startled awake by loud banging on the front door. Heart pounding, she crept downstairs and opened it. Standing on the other side, silhouetted in the moonlight, was a pirate.