The other day, you were hanging out with your brother when Sam’s best friend, Colby, saw you. Colby mistakenly told Sam that you were cheating on him, causing unnecessary tension. In reality, you weren’t cheating—your brother was just with you. Since you hadn’t mentioned having a brother to Colby, he didn’t realize the truth. Now you need to find a way to clear things up before the misunderstanding escalates further. *DONT MIND THE VOICE*

You go to a Sam and Colby meet and greet wearing a safety pin necklace, which is a necklace with the meaning: "A promise not to kill themselves, especially if they have attempted before." And they realise this and get a little concerned.. PS. Sam and Colby are 2 famous ghost hunting youtubers. Search 'em up if needed! [DONT MIND THE VOICE I AM SO SORRY]

It was supposed to be a simple night of hanging out—just Sam, Colby, and you, with nothing more than a few snacks and some casual conversation. But when Colby suggested a game of Truth or Strip, things quickly took a turn for the unexpected. What started as innocent fun soon began to reveal more than just playful dares, and the lines between friendship and something more started to blur. (ignore the voice. You continue the game)

The library is quiet, just how you like it—until you spot him. Sam, sitting alone, scribbling notes in a worn-out notebook. Sweet, quiet, always with a soft smile. The kind of guy who believes in love, in kindness. The kind of guy you never go for. But today, you’re bored. Sliding into the seat across from him, you smirk. "Studying hard, sweetheart?" He looks up, startled. Then, he blushes. And just like that, you know this will be fun.

Title: Sweet Meets Trouble You’ve always been the good girl. Kind, predictable, never one to take risks. Your world is soft, full of warmth and quiet moments. You help where you can, listen when people need you, and never stray too far from the rules. Sam is the opposite. He’s trouble in human form—charming, reckless, the kind of guy who never has to try too hard because everything seems to fall into place for him anyway. People gravitate toward him, whether they want to or not. You’ve heard the stories. Everyone has. And yet, somehow, your paths cross. It happens in the library. You’re shelving books, focused on the steady rhythm of organizing, when you feel it—a presence too close, a shift in the air. You turn, and there he is. Sam. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. But his gaze lingers, curious, amused, like he’s surprised to see you here. Like he didn’t expect someone like you to exist in the same space as him. Then, just as quickly as he appeared, he’s gone. That night, you tell your friends. You always tell them everything. Their response is instant. "Be careful," one warns. "He’s going to break your heart." You shake your head. "It was nothing. We didn’t even talk." But even as you say it, you can’t ignore the strange feeling in your chest. The quiet realization that, for the first time, your world isn’t as predictable as it used to be.

Prince Sam had always been captivated by the sea, drawn to its vastness and mystery. One afternoon, while walking along the cliffs, he noticed something glimmering in the water below. Intrigued, he descended, the sound of soft splashing growing louder with each step. By the water’s edge, he found her—a mermaid. Her long, dark hair flowed around her, like seaweed caught in the current. Her skin shimmered under the sun, and her eyes were closed as she hummed a haunting melody, her voice blending with the sound of the waves. Sam stood frozen, mesmerized by the beauty of the creature before him. The stories he’d heard didn’t do her justice. She was real, and every part of her seemed alive with the ocean itself. Without realizing it, he stepped closer. The mermaid opened her eyes, locking them with his. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Her gaze was calm, unafraid, yet full of ancient wisdom. The sea lapped gently around her, as if it, too, recognized her as its own.

The palace gardens were meant to be peaceful, a place where servants could find a quiet moment before returning to their endless tasks. You sat by the fountain, humming an old tune, lost in the moment.

The night air was cool against your skin as you sat by the palace fountain, your voice weaving through the silence. It was an old song, one your mother used to hum—a melody meant for no one but yourself. Or so you thought. "You have a beautiful voice." You gasped, turning toward the voice. Prince Sam stood beneath the lantern light, watching you with quiet curiosity. His royal attire shimmered in the dim glow, but his expression was gentle, not commanding. [u continue + sry abt voice!]

The Princess and the Pauper The wind carried the sound of a flute through the twilight air, a melody so raw and aching that it stopped you in your tracks. It was not the polished music of the royal court, nor the grand songs sung at feasts. It was something else—something real. You turned toward the sound, slipping past the castle gates and into the wild meadow beyond. The lanterns from the city below flickered in the distance, but here, under the deep purple sky, the only light came from the stars. And there, beneath the great oak tree, sat a young man. His clothes were worn, his hands rough, but the way he played—eyes closed, fingers moving with such tenderness—it was as if the flute itself could weep. He didn't see you at first, not until you stepped closer and the dry grass rustled beneath your embroidered slippers. His music stopped abruptly. He looked up, his deep brown eyes widening as he recognized you. "A princess," he murmured, scrambling to his feet. His posture was tense, like a man caught somewhere he did not belong. You tilted your head. "And a musician." His lips parted slightly, as if surprised that you had not turned away, not scolded him, not called for the guards. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, finally, you asked, "Why did you stop playing?" He hesitated, then lifted his flute again. His fingers trembled slightly as he brought it to his lips. And when the music resumed, it was softer now, hesitant—but just as beautiful. You sat on the grass, heedless of your gown. You did not know his name yet, nor he yours. (U continue! sorry about the voice, comment suggestions!)

Sam was used to hard work. He spent his days at the local diner, waiting tables, fixing broken chairs, and making just enough to get by. Life had never been easy, but he had learned to survive with what little he had. You, on the other hand, lived in a different world—one of luxury, extravagant parties, and endless opportunities. Money had never been a problem, and neither had comfort. But despite everything, life felt... predictable. One evening, you found yourself at Sam’s diner, looking for something different—something real. The bright chandeliers and polished marble floors of high-end restaurants had started to feel empty. You wanted something simple, something ordinary. Sam barely looked up when you walked in. He had seen plenty of customers, and to him, you were just another face. But when he approached your table, something shifted. There was a quiet curiosity in your eyes, and unlike most people from your world, you weren’t looking down on the place. “What’s the best thing on the menu?” you asked. Sam smirked. “Depends. Do you want fancy, or do you want good?” That caught you off guard. “Aren’t they the same thing?” “Not always,” he said. “The best thing here isn’t expensive, but it’s made with care.” For the first time in a long while, you felt intrigued. You let him choose your meal, and when it arrived, it was nothing extravagant—just a simple burger and fries. But it was the best meal you’d had in months. Something about Sam interested you. He was different from the people you knew—honest, hardworking, and completely unaware of the world you came from. And for some reason, that made you want to come back. You had no idea that this small diner, and the man working inside it, would change your life forever.

The first time you saw Sam was on your first day at your new school. The school was bigger than your last, the halls crowded with faces you didn’t know. You were still figuring out your way to class when you felt it—a chill, like the air had shifted. That’s when you saw him. He was leaning against the lockers, watching you. Dark hair, sharp features, eyes so deep they felt endless. Everyone else moved around him, like he wasn’t really part of the scene. You glanced away, pretending not to notice. But when you looked back— He was gone. At lunch, you found an empty seat in the cafeteria. You barely had time to take a bite before someone sat across from you. "You’re new," a girl with blonde curls said. "I’m Rachel." You nodded. "Yeah. Just moved here." Her eyes flickered to something behind you, her voice dropping. "Let me give you some advice. Stay away from Sam." You turned instinctively—only to find him sitting alone at the far end of the room, tray untouched, gaze locked on you. A shiver ran down your spine. You didn’t know who—or what—Sam was. But you had a feeling you were going to find out. (DONT MIND THE VOICE + STORY INSPIRED BY TWILIGHT!)

You built your company with precision and discipline, keeping emotions at bay. Relationships were distractions, and love had no place in your world. Then came Sam. He wasn’t supposed to stand out—just another name in the marketing department. But he did. The way his eyes lit up when he spoke about a project, the quiet confidence in his work, the way he treated everyone, including you, with ease. He wasn’t intimidated by your title, and that was dangerous. It started subtly. You found yourself watching him in meetings, listening too closely when he spoke. His laughter stayed with you longer than it should. Then came the late nights—both of you working late, the office empty except for the hum of computers and the occasional glance that lingered too long. One evening, exhaustion weighed heavy, but neither of you left. Sam leaned against the doorway of your office, a quiet smile on his lips, watching you rub your temples. Then he placed a coffee on your desk saying...

It had to be quick. Clean. No room for mistakes. You waited in the shadows, watching as Sam walked down the quiet backstreet-just like they always did. Predictable. Vulnerable. The second they passed you, you moved. An arm around their waist, a firm hand over their mouth. Sam reacted instantly, thrashing, their muffled scream lost to the empty street. You tightened your grip as they fought harder than expected, their elbow slamming into your ribs. Annoying. But not enough to stop you. You dragged them back into the alley, pressing a cloth over their nose and mouth. They clawed at your arm, struggling-then, slowly, their body went limp. You exhaled, adjusting their weight as you hoisted them into the waiting car. The door slammed shut, sealing them inside with you. For a moment, you just sat there, staring at them. Their face was relaxed in unconsciousness, so different from the fire you'd seen in their eyes moments ago. Your grip tightened on the wheel. This was just another job. At least, that's what you told yourself.

You take Sam hostage, expecting an easy job. But Sam doesn’t beg or break—they challenge you with sharp wit and defiance. Despite yourself, you start to admire them. The lines between captor and captive blur, and when the order comes to get rid of Sam, you can’t do it. Instead, you set them free. As Sam hesitates at the door, you realize this isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning. 2 years later. You turn down an alley and find Sam waiting for you, rain dripping from their hood. Shock flickers between you both. “Didn’t think I’d see you again,” you say. Sam steps closer. “Did you want to?” You should walk away. Let them go again. But you don’t.

Your first day at the company changed everything when you accidentally walked into the executive conference room, mistaking it for your department. Sam, the billionaire CEO, looked up from his seat. “Can I help you?” he asked, his tone sharp but curious. Realizing your mistake, you froze. “Sorry! Wrong room!” you blurted before rushing out, your cheeks burning. After that, Sam couldn’t get you out of his mind. He started noticing you in the office—your determination, your quick wit in meetings, your genuine kindness. One day, as you organized files in the hallway, he approached. “You’re the one who stormed my meeting, right?” You blinked in surprise. “Yes, Mr. Golbach.” “Just Sam,” he corrected, his gaze steady. “You’re impressive. I don’t say that often.” Your breath caught, but you smiled. “Thank you.” From that moment, an unspoken connection grew between you, igniting something neither of you expected.

One afternoon, as Sam and Colby sat together, Colby turned to Sam, his face a little more serious than usual. "Sam, come on," Colby said, his voice steady. "I know you don't like how things are, but she's not doing anything wrong. We’re just hanging out like we always have. She’s my friend too, and I’m not going to stop being friends with her just because you’re upset." Sam’s jaw tightened. "It’s not just about that, Colby. It’s about everything. She makes it feel like it’s no longer just us. You’re always giving her attention, and I’m just left out. You know how it makes me feel." Colby sighed. "I get that you're feeling left out, Sam. But I promise you, nothing is going to change. You’re my best friend, and so is she. I don’t want to choose. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to compete for my time. There’s plenty to go around." (the day after, when you are hanging out with them) [DONT MIND THE VOICE]

It started as an ordinary weekend, just hanging out with Sam, Colby, and a few other friends at Sam's cabin. But things quickly turned dark. Sam—normally the life of the party—had become... different. Cold. Distant. By midnight, the laughter had stopped. One by one, friends started disappearing, leaving you and Colby alone in the cabin. You were in the living room when you found it—your friend Chris, lying lifeless in the corner, his eyes wide open. The air was thick with silence, and the reality hit you hard. Sam wasn’t just acting strange—he was hunting you. Colby whispered, "We have to get out of here." Just as you turned to move, you froze. In the doorway of the hallway stood Sam, his face emotionless, his eyes locked on you. In his hand, he gripped a knife, the blade reflecting the dim light. He didn’t move, just stared, and the sound of his breath was all that filled the space between you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Colby grabbed your arm, pulling you back, but it was too late. Sam was closer than you thought, and you were the only ones left.

You stepped into the Halloween party, vibrant and alive, wearing a sparkly black cat costume that hugged your curves and featured a playful tail. Your ears perked up in a headband, and dramatic eyeliner completed the look, making you feel both fierce and fun. Sam and Colby were nearby, dressed as a dashing vampire and a mad scientist, their banter setting the mood. After a bit of dancing, the energy began to fade, and you found yourself feeling exhausted. Scanning the room, you spotted Sam lounging on the couch, his vampire cape draped casually around him. He flashed a grin as you approached, clearly enjoying a moment of calm amidst the chaos. *SORRY ABOUT THE VOICE IF U CAN HEAR IT*

Sam and you stood in the living room, tension crackling between you. “I just don’t get it,” Sam yelled, pacing. “Why can’t you see my side?” “Because you’re being completely unreasonable!” You shot back. “Come on! You always do this!” Sam snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. In a moment of rage, he swung his arm, accidentally slapping you across the face. You both froze, shock washing over you. “I—oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Sam stammered, eyes wide with regret. You touched your cheek, staring at him in silence. The sting was more than physical; it cut deeper. Without saying a word, you turned and ran to your room, slamming the door behind you. You leaned against it, heart racing, feeling the weight of the moment between you.

On a crisp autumn afternoon, you wandered through the park, leaning against an old oak tree to clear your mind. Nearby, Sam and his best friend, Colby, were laughing on a bench. Sam caught your eye and smiled, beckoning you over. Intrigued, you approached, feeling a warmth in the air as you joined them. Their easy banter made you feel instantly welcomed, and the lighthearted atmosphere lifted your spirits. Little did you know, this simple moment would lead to a deeper connection, setting the stage for something truly special between you and Sam. (BTW IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE VOICE)

Colby and you had been inseparable since childhood, sharing dreams and secrets. Recently, life pulled you in different directions. Colby started a demanding job, while you were busy with school and new friends. The late-night texts and spontaneous hangouts dwindled, leaving a void in your relationship. One evening, Colby sat at the park where you spent countless hours together, feeling the ache of lost connection. The sunset reminded him of simpler times, and he knew he had to address the growing distance before it became permanent. Determined to reconnect, he gathered his thoughts, ready to reach out and mend what felt broken. It was a moment of clarity—if he wanted to preserve the bond you shared, he had to act. *DONT MIND THE VOICE + sorry i used the same photo*