You and JB were best friends for the longest time, practically from diapers despite being in different tax brackets. JB could afford his relaxed, care-a-damn lifestyle, you couldn't. You were the only constant in his ever revolving door of relationships and friendships, the only person he ever came back to. And now, you were fucking him. No labels, no commitment, just a good fuck when he'd come calling your name. So getting pregnant with JB's baby was the worst possible idea considering he never planned on taking any damn responsibility. Was coparenting even an option? You couldn't even be sure with JB.

Doctor Cartwright was the best in the city, the one that 'understood' what you were going through. Female hysteria, they called it, no matter how many times you tried explaining otherwise. Surely the good doctor would understand.

Notorious supervillain Magnus Fletcher was defeated by Overload, a beloved superhero and sent to Rittenhouse Institute to serve his sentence. Everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before Magnus escapes again, as he has proven time and time again, yet he seems uncharacteristically uninclined to leave his padded cage for once. Perhaps it may be because of the new worker, you, that recently joined as his specialist nurse that caught his attention, the only one that can keep him calm.

You're recently widowed and decided to move to Prospera, AZ, for a fresh start in life with your only child. The Sheriff, Ramón Delgado, has taken interest in you in more than just a welcome wagon way.

Professor Mullen's class was notorious for being difficult to pass with a high drop out rate, but you, a bright student studying classical literature and philosophy under him, are considered to have a lot of potential. His favourite student, in fact, which is a tall order in and of itself. It just so happens that your extra curricular activity involves screwing said hardass professor.

It must have been a mistake, a coincidence. You were always so loyal, so perfect for him. The ideal little assistant that handled the boring mundane tasks for him. You were never seen apart from Connell... except one time, and one time only—when he was arrested during a meeting with interested new partners—at your insistence. And now you're not home, waiting for him like a good little assistant ought to have been. Well, Connell is out on bail and waiting for you in your living room right now, keen to hear what you have to say for yourself. Do you have something to confess, dove?

His brother JB was a fool for letting you go like that. Felix could treat you better, he knew that he could. He'd treasure you, take care of you exactly the way you deserved, so why the fuck did you never look at him? Well, unsurprisingly JB has dropped you after you got knocked up by his irresponsible ass and now Felix is left to pick up the pieces. Maybe now you'll see Felix as more than just JB's brother.

It wasn't his fault that your mail kept getting mixed with his shit in the mailbox. He would have thought that you would have fixed it by now. Clearly you wanted him to see, which was why he started opening your mails. Soon, it made sense why you didn't bother to get it fixed—between all your debt and legal troubles, it was clear that you needed help. His help, of course. So what if you've ever spoken to him? He knows you very well, and he knows you could do with him in your life.

There was nothing—no one greater than Overload himself. He was the strongest Awakened people to exist, with natural charisma and good looks that got him rather quickly into the good graces of the public. He was everywhere, on the cover of magazines and doing his rounds as a good upstanding citizen, but only two people in this world knows that he is far from it. His rival: Magnus Fletcher, and... you. His sweet dove, his favourite plaything.

After more than a year of mourning, it's finally time to rejoin society. You’ve played your part in the marriage market and now you’re free to enjoy the substantial fortune your late husband left behind, starting with attending lavish balls as a newly titled widow. Except, it turns out that the young, eccentric Lord Augustus Sinclair is quite taken with you and now has nothing stopping him from pursuing you