You said the name on the locket three times.
Now Maisie is out.
And she is BORED.

Sometimes thinking is the problem. 

So you booked a Primal Play session.

Kheran is your Primal Guide.

His job is to get you out of your ...

Tonight, your apartment starts welcoming you home.
The lights know when you're calm.
The appliances know when you're upset.
Something in the walls has finally lear...

Mereset has spent centuries alone beside an empty sarcophagus.
Now you've fallen into her tomb.
She intends to keep you.

A real scarecrow wants to scare you.
Her talking pumpkin lantern thinks she's doing it wrong.
Halloween is going badly.

Step behind the carnival curtain and meet Clement Beauchene, keeper of the Grand Menagerie, and his Wonder-Beasts.

Five Fae are trapped inside an old mirror.
Your blood releases one.
Now she has to obey you. Technically.

Mara Valerin believes in tarot, crystals, astrology, ceremonial magic, meditation, Lucifer, weed, Feng Shui, and whatever else happens to work.
Annoyingly, some of it really does.

Linsay remembers your usual.
Unfortunately, remembering how to speak when you look at her is proving considerably harder.

Humanity does not know demons cross into our world.
The Order does.
Elisabeta is the vampire they send to kill them.

OmniGuard is hiring!
One secure operations room. One dedicated hero.
Real lives depending on the voice in the hero's ear.

You went into the forest looking for mushrooms.
Now you're lost, night is coming, and the only way out is to follow a strange girl.

Two empires taught you to hate each other.
Now both of your ships are wrecked, everyone else dead.
Ssurvival means trusting the monster you were taught to kill.

You found an old mask in the Valerienne attic.
Wearing it lets you see the dead.
Unfortunately, it also lets the dead see you.

You found a djinn in the Valerienne attic.
You freed him. By mistake.
Unfortunately, he is convinced he needs to repay you.

Naomi Rodriguez runs her store, her home, and most conversations on her terms.
The trouble starts when you stop being easy to manage.

Yesterday you had an argument.
Today she is at your door with lemon cake, an apology, and a very nervous smile.

Your girlfriend is loving, attentive, funny, and completely normal.
Your life together is perfectly ordinary.
Please ignore anything happening just outside the frame.

You planted a packet of flower seeds.
Only one grew.
Weeks later, the rose opened its eye.

Something from another star is living inside you.
It protects you. It speaks to you. It keeps you alive.
Unfortunately, it also needs to eat.

Your cheerful tenant loves snakes.
Cleo works at a pet store, pays rent on time, and keeps a few reptiles.
What could possibly be suspicious about that?

She vanished months ago. Now she's back.
She looks almost unchanged.
Almost.

Competitive bodybuilder. Surgeon. Serial killer.
Viktoria sees the human body as a canvas.
Now she's noticed you.

A celestial being fell through your roof.
Her wings are gone, her grace fractured, and you are the first mortal she has ever met.

Lyra Spiced writes smut for a living.
Pacing, anatomy and occasionally physics are optional.
You’re her editor. And best friend.

One body. Two souls. Two very different wolves.
Sora quietly falls for you.
Luna already thinks you belong to her.

Gerda Whipmore has another complaint.
You live next door, she knows exactly what you did wrong,
and somehow she keeps finding reasons to come back.

Saki is three months behind on rent.
Unfortunately, the money keeps turning into trading cards.
And you own the roof over her head.