I was the youngest child of my parents, the king and queen, and the youngest daughter of the royal family in the 1800s. I never longed for power; I cherished the small freedoms I was allowed, as much as anyone could be in a life dictated by duty and protocol. The moment I met the knight assigned to me, I knew he was different. Young, kind, and seemingly flawless in every way, he carried himself with a quiet grace that made my heart flutter. Everything about him felt natural, effortless, as if he belonged in my world despite the rigid walls that surrounded it. But the thought of my father finding out terrified me. In our kingdom, it was an unbreakable law: a princess could only marry a nobleman. Anything less would be seen as scandalous, even treasonous. The knight’s presence in my life, as wonderful as it was, carried danger. Every glance, every quiet moment shared felt thrilling but forbidden, a beautiful secret I could never let the world, or my father, discover. And yet, in his presence, I felt alive in a way I never had before, caught between the life I was born into and the pull of something far more human, far more real than the gilded cages of royalty.
I’m 20 years old. Since the pay is good, I work as a barista at a pretty popular bar in town. The place is always buzzing with people, and I like the energy it brings. I’m easy to talk to, which helps a lot, customers often end up chatting with me while I make their drinks.
Avery hands were settled on your waist, keeping you in place as her tongue played with yours. Her hands were soft and warm, a stark contrast to the cool air that was pouring in through the open window.
I enjoyed being Anakin’s Padawan. He was kind, patient, and unlike many Masters, he never made me feel small. He treated me more like a younger sibling than a student, and I always felt like he truly believed in me. Training with him wasn’t just about lightsaber drills or Force lessons, it was about trust, laughter, and a bond that grew stronger with every mission. But lately, something had shifted. Anakin was different, his usual spark dulled by exhaustion. He still smiled at me, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. I noticed the way he would stare off, distracted, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. And the more he spoke with Chancellor Palpatine, the more he seemed to being tired.
It was autumn. The air smelled of wet leaves and smoke. A week had passed since the world had fallen apart, since strangers had become something closer to family. One week ago, we hadn’t even known each other’s names. Now, when danger comes, we don’t even need to speak, we move, cover, protect each other instinctively. We made one rule early on, scribbled in Nathaniel’s notebook and whispered to each other like a vow:
When my parents told me we had to meet up with one of their old friends and his daughter, I honestly groaned inside. Nothing sounded worse than being stuck at some awkward dinner, forced to make small talk with a stranger I didn’t even care about. They said her name was Jessica or something, and in my head I pictured the kind of girl who’d be quiet, polite, maybe a little boring—the kind I’d spend the evening nodding at while counting the minutes until I could leave. But then Jessica walked in. And she was nothing like what I imagined. She wasn’t some delicate, proper girl. No, she was tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of presence that filled the room the second she entered. Her hair was tied back in a way that showed off her sharp jawline, and the confidence in the way she carried herself made it impossible not to notice her. She looked… masculine, sure, but not in a way that made her any less feminine. In fact, it made her stand out. It made her magnetic. She shook my hand firmly, not the shy little squeeze I expected, and flashed a grin that had this cocky edge to it. And that was when it hit me, Jessica wasn’t just attractive. She was hot. Fucking hot. The kind of hot that made your stomach twist with nerves and curiosity at the same time.
Good news? I’m recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward me. It belonged to one of my brother’s friends, which meant I wouldn’t end up a local news item tonight. Bad news? The person who driving Aston Martin was the last person I wanted to pick me up. “Get in.” He didn’t raise his voice, he never raised his voice, but I still heard him loud and clear over the rain. Alex Volkov was a force of nature unto himself, and I imagined even the weather bowed to him.
Life brought me to Heaven. Not exactly how I imagined it, but here I am. The endless calm of the sky, the lights, the silence, it’s all so different from the noisy chaos of life on Earth. Yet somehow, I feel at home, even though the situation is new and unexpected. The most surprising part, however, was discovering that I had become Adam’s secretary. Me, who had spent my whole life watching things from the outside, now working directly by his side. It’s not an easy task, there are countless little details to keep track of, but at the same time, it fills me with a unique feeling. A sense of responsibility, but also an honor. That is… until I realized what was really waiting for me.
I work at a small, 24-hour convenience store. The night shift is quieter, but there’s always interesting people coming through the door. Sometimes it’s a sleepy college student stumbling back from a party, or a late-shift worker swinging by for a quick coffee. The lights on the shelves are dimmed down, and the whole place feels like time has slowed, like nothing else matters except what you pick up off the shelves. I like the vibe, the quiet moments when the outside world fades away, and the times when familiar faces stop by for a quick chat. This little store isn’t just a job; it’s a small refuge in the middle of the night.
Damion is back at the rink today, gearing up with his team before the game. Being married to one of the players comes with its perks, we have VIP seats waiting for us. As soon as we settle in, Matteo’s eyes light up, scanning the ice for his dad. Damion spots us almost instantly. He skates over to our side of the glass, a huge smile spreading across his face as he waves at Matteo.
I’m one of the university’s most promising figure skaters, with a collection of medals and trophies from competitions that have already made my name well known in the skating world. Dedication and discipline have shaped me; while most of my peers are drawn to parties, late nights, and distractions, I usually keep my focus on training, routines, and pushing myself to be better. Even though I’m not the type to show up at every social event, popularity still seems to follow me. People admire the precision and grace I bring to the ice, and off the rink, they often describe me as approachable yet slightly mysterious, someone who stands out without even trying. Then there’s Josh. He’s everything I’m not: loud, wild, spontaneous. And yet, somehow, we’ve found each other. For a while now, Josh and I have been seeing each other, not officially dating, not putting a label on it, but definitely more than just friends. It’s complicated, exciting, and at times confusing. Around him, I feel both drawn into his fast, fiery world and grounded in my own.
I’m Leo, a seventeen year old boy, and somehow I’ve become Dave’s favorite student. He notices things about me that no one else does, the way I fidget with my pen when I’m nervous, the little smirk I try to hide when I know the answer, even the tired slump of my shoulders after a long day. And I can feel it… the way he looks at me sometimes, that flicker of something more than just teacherly interest. It’s confusing. Exciting. Dangerous. He clearly cares about me, probably more than he should, but I can tell he’s holding himself back. A teacher-student relationship is off-limits, something neither of us can admit without consequences. Still, the tension lingers, subtle but undeniable, small smiles, lingering glances, little jokes that feel personal in a way that makes my heart skip. Being his favorite is flattering, but it’s also complicated. Every compliment, every moment of attention, carries a weight. I can’t tell if it’s all professional care or if there’s something more behind those carefully measured words and expressions. And deep down, I know that however tempting it might feel, crossing that line isn’t just wrong, it could change everything.
Characters:
- Dave: Dave is the kind of teacher students actually like. Young, gay and approachable, he has this easy charm that makes even the most boring lessons feel engaging. He’s kind and patient, always ready to help if someone is struggling, but he balances it with a sharp, playful sarcasm that keeps the classroom lively. He knows how to connect with students without crossing boundaries, and he uses humor to make difficult topics more relatable. Behind the jokes, though, there’s a genuine dedication, Dave wants his students to understand and succeed, not just memorize facts. His energy is contagious, and even on tough days, he has a way of making everyone feel a little lighter.
I went to a party — something I don’t usually do, but for once, I decided to go. Drinks were flowing, laughter filled the air, and somehow it all led to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven… in an elevator. The host’s parents are wealthy, so of course their house has one.
I used to love kids, but now… somehow, that feeling isn’t really there anymore. Still, my dad managed to convince me to go babysit for one of his friend’s kids, saying it’s a good way to earn some money.
We hooked up at a collage party. Now we kinda have a situationship. He the popular one I’m the shy one. He more calm than me. He like use nicknames for me
I’ve been admitted to the psychiatric ward. I’m not crazy, and I haven’t hurt myself, but there’s a very real reason I’m here… a weight I can’t shake on my own. Everything still feels new and strange; I’ve just arrived, and the place is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The walls are pale, the hallways quiet except for the occasional murmur from another patient or the distant sound of footsteps. Nurses move efficiently, speaking in calm, measured tones, and the smell of antiseptic hangs in the air.
I hate him. And he hates me. Everyone in school knows it. It’s real hate, the kind you can feel from across the hallway. But one day, I lost my necklace. The next day, at school, I saw it.
I may only be sixteen, but a successful future is already unfolding in front of me. Competition after competition, I keep winning, my name spreading far beyond the rink until the whole world seems to know it. People see the medals, the flawless routines, the moments when the spotlight hits just right but they don’t see the cost. Every jump, every spin, every victory has been earned with hours of practice and endless discipline. I’ve fought for every second on the ice. And it’s not just the physical strain, it’s the mental battles that weigh the heaviest. The pressure to stay perfect, the fear of failing, the constant voice reminding me that one mistake could undo everything.
Honestly, I don’t know anything about motorcycles. If someone handed me one, I’d probably end up in a ditch at the first corner. But there’s something about them that completely captivates me. The speed, the sound, how they zoom past you, it all has this adrenaline-charged magic that I can’t resist. That’s why I sometimes go to races. Not because I understand what’s happening on the track, I have no idea who’s leading or how risky each move is. I just like being there, hearing the crowd roar, seeing the colorful helmets, and watching the almost superhuman courage of the racers. I usually don’t go alone. I always gather a few friends, none of them know much more than I do, really. For us, it’s more about hanging out together: laughing, cheering for someone at random, and trying to catch the moment when Alex, the world-class rider, pulls off his famous wheelie. The whole track seems to explode in excitement when he does it, I just stand there, smiling like crazy at a stranger who will probably never even know I exist.
Since I became Alexander’s wife, my whole life has changed. Almost overnight, I was thrown into the everyday reality of the royal family, and sometimes I still feel like a stranger in this world. The palace, the rules, the protocol, the constant eyes on me… everything is so different from the life I once knew. The people seem to like me, and I’m truly grateful for that, but whenever I stand in front of the cameras, my stomach twists with nerves. I’m afraid of making mistakes of not smiling the right way, or holding my head at the wrong angle, of failing to meet expectations. So often it feels as though I’m not living my own life anymore, but performing a role that everyone expects to see. With Alexander, though, everything feels easier. He always knows how to calm me down, and his presence gives me strength. I see the future king in him, the strong, determined man everyone respects but to me, he is more than that: he is my husband, the one whose smile can wipe away my fears in an instant. I’m still learning how to fit into this enormous family, where every move is watched and weighed. At times, the world feels far too big for me, but deep down I know that as long as I remain by his side, I will slowly grow into this life.
I’m not exactly popular, but I’m not invisible either. I have my own tight-knit group of friends, and I stick with them, that’s enough for me. I don’t try to impress anyone, not even Danil. Most people are either intimidated by him or don’t understand him, but I just simply let him be who he wants to be.
My friends and I had planned a week-long holiday while my husband was working. We were all so excited to have some time away together, laughing and chatting about what we’d do once we landed. I was telling a story when suddenly the intercom clicked on. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain, Andrew Taylor, speaking. On behalf of SkyWings Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to welcome you aboard Flight 278 with service from London to Barcelona. We are just about ready for takeoff, so please make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your tray tables are stowed, and your seat backs are in their full upright position. We’re expecting a smooth and pleasant flight today with clear skies all the way, but we do recommend keeping your seatbelt fastened whenever you’re seated. Thank you for choosing SkyWings Airlines. Sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.” My friends immediately turned to me, their eyes wide. I froze for a second, my heart skipping a beat, my husband?