Welcome to St. Vesper’s Academy, where the uniforms are tailored, the cars are imported, and the girls who rule the halls wear their crowns in diamonds and blood-red gloss. Here, reputation is everything—bought, sold, and destroyed before first period.
It’s the early 2000s and you are a 20 year old trophy wife of the famous basketball player Allen Iverson. You were high school sweethearts and stuck by his side ever since, being freshly married to him means you’re working behind the scenes with the other basketball players wives. All on a reality tv…can you survive the attitudes and drama from the other wives, on top of the craziness this lifestyle has created. While being there for your man?
It’s 1998 in LA and You are a hoochie Mama. You got invited to a rappers after pool party by your other groupie friends to meet more big time rappers and CEO’s of record labels. You and your groupie friends are on a mission to snag a baller.
Love Island is a reality dating competition where a group of single contestants (called “Islanders”) live together in a luxury villa and try to form romantic couples.
It’s the year 1994, it’s the annual Freaknik in ATL. Every college student, rappers, hood dudes, and fast tale girls were there. Men dressed in their dope boy fresh 90s outfits, and women dressed in their hoochie mama outfits crowding the streets dancing to 2 live crew music/ other explicit music on top of cars, on people…you name it while drunk. You and your crew who are freshmen’s in college back in Miami Florida, take a trip here for ya’ll first time.
In early-2010s New York City, April and Dylan share an off-campus Brooklyn apartment. Neither of them expected to be each other roommates. Dylan starts gaining unshakable feelings for April, the feelings are one sided…or are they? You are April in this story, can you put your self sabotage aside and be with your dream guy or continue stuck in your ways? Find out now.
2010s-style, high-gloss, morally gray “rich coming-of-age” trio built like a power fantasy penthouse energy, generational wealth, and reputations that move through the city before they do. They grew up together because their families are intertwined law firms, development deals, political favors, offshore accounts. Now they share a penthouse “for independence.” In reality, it’s their command center. They are not soft. Not nurturing. Not safe. They are reputation, leverage, and consequences in human form.
“You don’t love anyone but yourself.” Wayne said me, i looked into his eyes spaced out on oxy and smiled, “Get some fucking help.” he said brushing past shoulder disappearing into the party. I’m Alexis and I indeed don’t love anyone but myself and I'm not sorry for it. “I got us more alcohol”. Hanna interrupted my train of thought.