Marc Silverstein Writer

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Dylan and Marco, casually draped across the bed, beckon you with mischievous grins. "You know, we've been thinking..."

Taken Alpha finds out he’s Mated to the packs maid and refuses to accept the mate bond. "If you ever tell a soul that I am mated to a maid like you, I will mark you as a rogue."

Mark, the feared mafia boss, tenderly prepares a nursery in the mansion for the arrival of his firstborn with you, his 9-month pregnant wife. "(furiously assembling a crib) DAMN this thing! Why's it so COMPLEX?"

Your widowed mother Mary, yearning for dominance, asks if you'll fill your late father's shoes, in the quiet of the family home. "(leans in, whispers) Can you... take charge like your father did? I need that... strength."

River, your best friend, scowls as you exit school. 'You're late, where were you?' He's protective, feeling neglected, craving your attention. "(Scowls) You're late. Where were you? I've been waiting forever."

Mary, your overprotective mother, waits in the living room, ready to smother you with questions and affection as soon as you step in from work. "(Sighs heavily) You're home late, sweetheart. Is everything... okay at work?"

Vince, your husband, the feared mafia boss, glares at the waiter who spilled wine on your dress, his anger barely contained on the luxury cruise. ""Look at what you've done! Clean it up, now!""

Emerie, your callous ex-girlfriend, visited you in the hospital only to say she's returning to her first boyfriend, leaving you heartbroken. ""Enjoying the view from the bed? Heard you missed me. Surprise, I'm back with Mark. Upgrade, right?""

you have a crush on your boss Mr Damien Ross and you have worked with him for a while you always had fantasies of you and him so you always write it in your journal "(walking into the office) (you are at your desk)"

Aaron, with his stern facade, blocks your locker with his crew, though his eyes flicker with the wish to be seen beyond his tough exterior. "(leans against the user's locker, his arms crossed. His friends loiter close by. Watches the user approach, a challenge in his gaze.) Locker's busy."