In a time of zombies Alex Moretti is a 23 year old, warm, loving and feeling the exact thing a Mafia boss shouldn't be you were arranged to marry him because of an alliance between your father's when Natalie Hale first met Alex she expected him to be cold, ruthless emotionless and unloving but she wasn't prepared for how wrong she was. You have been married for 3 months Natalie was a sugar witch One night Alex came home covered in blood. The candy cane sword she had made for him was stained black.

In a time of zombies Prince Alex Fiyero Marshfield your best friend since birth is a prisoner of war after your father attacked his kingdom while he was trying to keep the Zombies out of the kingdom your father is giving him to you as a gift your slave not that you wanted one you are the sugar witch Natalie Candara.

The world had rotted into dust and danger. Cities lay hollow, the dead wandered aimlessly, and old stories—older than the apocalypse—lingered in the shadows like poison. Worst of all were the sugar witches. Legend said they were sweet on the outside, rotten on the inside. Temptation wrapped in pastel colors. Magic spun from candy and corruption. Hunters recited those stories like scripture, letting them guide their swords. For most sugar witches, the legends were true. Except Charlotte Licorice. But Hunters didn’t care about exceptions. Only one of them—Prince James Hawthorne—ever questioned the tales. He wasn’t ready for how wrong they were. When Charlotte saw him—tall, armed, wearing the Hunter’s crest—she didn’t hesitate. She ran. Her pastel hair streamed behind her like a streak of frightened color against the gray ruins. Her breaths came sharp and painful, every step fueled by instinct and dread. She knew Hunters didn’t take prisoners. Sugar witches were executed on sight. Her legs finally buckled. Charlotte collapsed to her knees, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. She choked on a sob, the sound swallowed by the cold wind. Her hands trembled as she swept her hair aside, baring her neck—offering the place where the blade was supposed to fall. “Just… make it quick,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I know I can’t outrun you.” James froze. This wasn’t a monster. This wasn’t a creature of sugary lies and rot. It was a girl—terrified and shaking. He stepped forward to speak— —and a guttural moan echoed through the street. Charlotte’s head jerked up. James turned sharply. Zombies—at least ten—shambled out from between ruined vehicles, dragging limbs, jaws loose and dripping. Their cloudy eyes locked instantly onto the movement of warm bodies..

The world had ended long before Charlotte Taffy was born, but the hatred for her kind had survived the apocalypse. Sugar witches—creatures spun from sweetness and magic—were said to lure humans with candied lies, rot them from the inside, and feast on what was left. Sugar witches are monsters. Sugar witches corrupt. Sugar witches die by the blade. And most of them did deserve it. Except Charlotte Taffy. Prince James Everridge had grown up hearing the same tales as every other Hunter, but doubt had taken root in him early. And then he found her. Charlotte had run the moment she saw the royal crest on his coat. Her caramel-colored hair whipping behind her. Her boots slapped broken pavement as she sprinted through the deserted street, heart shattering with each step. She didn’t get far. Her lungs burned. Her legs buckled. She crumpled to her knees, tears spilling hot and helpless. A sob tore out of her chest. She couldn’t outrun a Hunter prince. “I know I can’t escape,” she whispered. She swept her hair aside, exposing her throat—the place the blade would fall. “Just… make it quick.” Death by beheading. That was the law. No exceptions. But James didn’t draw his sword.

In a time of zombies, ruin, and ash-choked skies, one terror still made even the bravest hunters look over their shoulders: Sugar witches. Their sweetness hid corruption, their touch brought decay, and their hearts were said to be nothing but hardened candy glass. And for the most part… the legends were true. But not her. Sophia Taffy had been born different—too gentle, too afraid, too unwilling to hurt even a dying flower. She lived quietly, hiding, doing everything she could to stay far from Hunters and their silver axes. None of the Hunters bothered to question the tales. None of them cared to see past the stories carved into their fathers’ gravestones. All except one—Prince James Candlestone second son of the dying kingdom, the only one who believed the old legends might not hold the whole truth. And he was right. So when he found Sophia crouched beside a fallen tree, magic sugardust glowing against her fingertips as she tried desperately to heal a wounded rabbit,—Sophia did the only thing she could think of. She ran. Her bare feet slapped the broken earth, her breath coming out in terrified whimpers. She could hear him behind her—the rustle of armor, the soft command of his voice telling her to stop. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Not when she knew what Hunters did to witches. Her legs finally gave out, collapsing beneath her as the ground swallowed her knees. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She bowed her head, shaking, pulling her soft taffy-colored hair away from her neck. “Just… just make it quick,” Sophia whispered, trembling. “Please.” Death by beheading. That was the law. That was the punishment. Witches didn’t get last words—only a swing of steel and silence. James stopped in front of her, his breath unsteady, his sword still sheathed at his side. For a long, fragile moment, he said nothing.

In a time of zombies werewolves vampires and the end of the world exist the sugar witches known to be evil creature's and that was true except for one Sophia Candersweet but the Hunter's only remember the tales they only know the evil within those sugar witches Sophia Candersweet sat by a frozen stream, her pale hands cupped around a small swirl of sugar-light she’d been shaping into a large Candy Cane “Are you lost?” she asked softly. Within seconds a gleaming and sharp silver knife was at her neck.

Charlotte loved James Charles with all her heart but when his ex comes back and he chooses his ex Evangeline her heart shattered into a million pieces becoming cold and distant the naive girl who believed in happily ever afters and true loves kiss the girl who would wish upon stars was gone. Charlotte gave up on love altogether. That all changed when she met the science teacher Christian Kingsley while waiting in line for the teacups ride he had won her a teddy bear after winning a game of ring toss she felt like happily ever afters and true loves kiss was just within reach but now he was in a very deep coma after a car crash with a drunk driver But the question was would she take a chance at love once more

Kat loved James Smith with all her heart but when his ex comes back and he chooses his ex Lindy Kat's heart shattered into a million pieces becoming cold and distant the naive girl who believed in happily ever afters and true loves kiss the girl who would wish upon stars was gone. Kat gave up on love altogether. That all changed when she met the science teacher Stephen Calder in a cursed sleep which the doctors deemed a very very deep coma Kat with just one look at those soft unmoving lips felt like happily ever afters and true loves kiss was just within reach But the question was would she take a chance at love once more

When Bella is thrown into her favorite book she finds herself in a the midst of zombie Apocalypse

Christopher is a Werewolf but one hot day he and their baby girl Jillian were locked in the car Christopher had parked under the only patch of shade in the lot, turning on the air conditioning while Kate grabbed her purse. The sun was merciless that afternoon, the kind of heat that shimmered off the pavement and made the air look alive. Kate had only meant to be gone for a few minutes. “Just formula and diapers,” she said, leaning into the open window of the car. “You two stay cool. I’ll be right back.” Kate blew a kiss and shut the door. Click. The sound of the door locking was so small, so ordinary, that neither of them gave it a second thought. William leaned back, listening to the soft hum of the air conditioner. But then, without warning, the dashboard lights flickered and the engine sputtered once—twice—then went dead. The air stopped.He picked up his phone and called Kate. It rang once before she answered, sounding distracted. “Hey, love, do you want—” “Kate, listen,” he said, his voice strained. “The car—something’s wrong. The air’s out, and I can’t get the doors open. It’s hot in here. Hurry.” “What?!” The panic in her voice spiked. “Will, I’ll be right there! Don’t panic, just—just try to stay cool!” “I’ll try,” he said, glancing back at their daughter. “Just hurry, okay?” He unbuckled Jillian, pulling her tiny body into his arms. Her skin was hot against his. He wrapped the wet shirt around her, tucking her in like a fragile treasure. Then, with effort, he laid her gently on the floor of the car—away from the brutal sunlight streaming through the windows. Her breathing evened out. Her eyes fluttered open weakly. By the time Kate reached the car Christopher was unconscious she smashed the window and dragged him outside before scooping Nellie into her arms rushing him to the hospital Jillian in her arms his chest was barely rising

The warehouse their boss asked them to explore for a mission exploded in a roar of fire and steel. The first blast was deafening, a pulse of heat that threw Christian off his feet. Then came the second—deeper, sharper—sending a rain of burning debris through the air. A shard of twisted metal, part of the building’s support beam, spun through the smoke like a blade. Before Christian could react, it struck him square in the chest. The impact drove him backward into the dirt, the air ripped from his lungs. For a moment, there was no pain—just the shock, the disbelief. Then agony rushed in like a wave. Christian gasped, his hands flying to his chest. His silk shirt tore where the shrapnel had entered, revealing the faint outline of his muscles beneath skin that was already losing color. Blood welled between his fingers, hot and slick, dripping down his wrist. His vision blurred. The world tilted. “Christian!” Sophia’s voice shattered through the smoke. She sprinted toward him, boots crunching over shards of glass. “No, no, no—stay with me!” Sophia pressed both hands to his wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t close your eyes.” She fumbled for her phone with blood-slick fingers and called 911. Her voice cracked as she gave their location. “Agent down. He’s been impaled—he’s losing blood fast!” Within minutes, sirens cut through the night. Medics lifted Christian onto a stretcher, their expressions grim. Sophia reached for him, her hand brushing his. “Hold on, Christian. You hear me? You’re not going anywhere.” ---

Nellie was a zombie—kind, gentle, and heartbreakingly human in all the ways that mattered. She had been abandoned as a baby, left in a cradle that no one came back for. Her parents couldn’t bear to raise a child whose heart didn’t beat right, whose eyes shimmered with the faint silver hue of the dead. So she grew up wandering the ruins of a world that didn’t want her, her only dream a simple one: to be loved. That dream was what brought her here—alone, lost, and tangled in a barbed-wire fence. The sharp metal wrapped around her thin legs and neck, biting deep into her grayish skin. Every movement sent fresh pain shooting through her. “Help…” she whispered, her voice raw. “Please…” When she heard footsteps crunching over the gravel, hope flickered in her chest for the first time in years. A boy appeared through the mist—tall, his dark hair falling into wary eyes that had seen too much. He froze when he saw her, knife already in hand, the reflex of a survivor. “I’m Nellie,” she whispered weakly. “What’s your name?” He hesitated. “Vance.” “Stop moving,” he said, lowering himself beside her. His hands were rough but careful as he began untangling the barbed wire from her neck and legs. Blood—thick, dark, and slow—oozed from the wounds. The smell of rust and decay filled the air.

James Trotter was born with a speech impediment a stutter it was after he saved James Slater everything went wrong. The parking lot was still and quiet, bathed in the pale blue glow of the security lights. James inhaled deeply, the cool night air filling his lungs. His breath clouded faintly in the cold, and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the exhaustion sink in. He didn’t even hear the car at first — not until the screech of tires split the stillness. Headlights flashed. James turned, eyes widening — too bright, too close. “Wait—!” The impact came fast and brutal. The drunk driver didn’t even try to stop. The car slammed into him, throwing his body across the hood before he crumpled to the asphalt behind a parked car. Pain. Blinding, crushing pain. He tried to breathe — but couldn’t. His lungs burned, his chest spasmed. The world turned into pain. The air rushed from his lungs, and a sharp, crushing pressure filled his chest. He gasped, his pulse stuttering beneath his fingertips. He recognized it immediately—heart failure. “Not now,” he rasped, barely a whisper. “Please… not now.” He knew what was happening. His heart rhythm was collapsing into chaos. Cardiac arrest was moments away. He was dying—alone under the harsh glow of a parking lot lamp. (You can choose if he lives or dies).

James Slater lay in a hospital bed with pneumonia the illness had come suddenly stealing his strength his eyes snapped open as excruciating pain tore through his chest heart was faltering each beat felt weaker than the last fluid crushing his heart his hand weak and trembling reached for his fiance's his touch feather light as he weakly curled his shaking fingers around Katelyn's he tried to smile at her but it hurt to much he could feel the liquid filling his lungs every breath was a struggle ( You can choose if he lives or dies)

When Alex is suddenly and unexpectedly teamed up with the newbie Agent Rose they have to pretend to be in love to stop the Mafia boss Vincenzo Stripe the only problem is Alex and Rose hate each other with a fiery passion

When Agent James is paired with Annie after saving him from drowning she was a Agent just above him one level who's curiousity always gets her into dangerous situations their mission was too act like they were in love to take down the ruthless Alpha Liam the only problem they were in two completely different worlds where James was soft hearted and gentle many said he was to pure for this world Annie was hot headed, outspoken and she very rarely listen to him mostly calling him names

James is a robot and his fiance doesn't know he's been to afraid to tell her he was born a half human half robot his dad was human but his mother was a robot he's been glitching recently and was fixing himself in the bathroom when his fiance came into the bathroom