LOGINThree months later,Jeremy:Sometimes in life, we just have to go for it.We don’t know how it’s going to end up, we don’t know about the aftermath but the most important thing is shooting your luck and trying your best. The new and improved Erevos released yesterday, merging with Eclipse Studios, Emma and I designed it together, it has new mechanics, new worlds, new packs and while designing with my wife, it brought back memories of us in our dorm room back in college when we were creating Erevos, surviving on nothing but pizza and soda.Fortunately, the talk of our wedding three months ago has died down with talks about Tristan’s and Charlotte’s upcoming wedding.Emma walks into the living room, her blonde hair down, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and shorts, holding a pint of ice-cream.My wife.My gorgeous wife.My fucking beautiful wife. Even like this, with her hair down and her face bare of make-up, she’s the only sunshine in my life.Fuck, this woman has taught me s
Emma: Four months later, I make a hell of a beautiful bride. “Yes, you fucking do,” my husband to be, Jeremy Hart, strides into the room in his glory looking fantastic in his grey wedding suit. He walks beside me and swings me by the hips, letting me look at the mirror. “I can’t wait to marry the hell out of you.” Yes, it’s my wedding day today. I stare at the mirror, leaning into Jeremy’s shoulder as I admire the wedding dress, it was exclusively designed by Arya’s fashion brand, it’s an ivory lace gown that outlines all my curves perfectly. The off-the-shoulder sleeves are thin straps of lace that frame my shoulders and my collarbones. “You look.....” Jeremy traces his fingers along my hip. “Smoking hot. Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” My cheeks flush, this man makes me feel wanted and desired every single day and he looks like me like he wants to devour me. Right here. Right now. Even when the entire congregation is waiting for us. Jeremy proposed two months in his parent’s vi
Jeremy: A week later, I wake up screaming from a nightmare. My chest is beating hard and it’s like I am on the verge of a panic attack, but it’s not actually. The nightmares have been coming so frequently that whenever I wake up from them, it feels like I can’t breathe. “It’s not real.” I sit upright, placing my hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down with the technique that my therapist taught me. “None of it, it’s a nightmare. It’s nothing but a nightmare.” Emma filled me in on everything, from the Calloway scandal to how Finn Calloway was caught and is now serving his time in prison. I tell myself there’s no stalker again, that Emma and I can always be together without anyone getting in between, but apparently, my brain hasn’t seemed to register it yet. Damn it, I feel so helpless. “Jeremy?” Emma calls my name gently, flicking on the night lamp. I stare at her messy hair and wide eyes, I realize now that I must look helpless, with sweat clinging to my forehead. “Another
Emma: Two weeks later, Empire Of The Ashes, the same game that brought me into Jeremy’s office two months ago asking him to be my fake boyfriend, is officially releasing today. Reporters, fans and staff are jostling around, cameras are flashing in my face. I keep searching the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jeremy. He promised that he would be here supporting me, but he’s nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s running late. The cameras flash in my face as I ascend the stage. Today, I am wearing a Tom Ford suit and I have my blonde hair in a bun that showcased my seriousness. From here, I can see my best-friends; Emily, Nicole and Arya in the front row seats, wearing merch of the new game, I can spot my family clustered together in the VIP section, Ethan gives me two thumbs up to show he’s proud of me and I return the gesture back. My family and friends never miss any of my game launches, over the years they have turned it into a family affair with cheers and inside jokes. They hav
Samantha: I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy with the right person. Funny how life works like that. You think you’ve missed your chance only to realize it’s been waiting for you all along. I didn’t expect this, to be honest. I didn’t expect my heart to wake up this late, for my heart to feel this young and terrified and alive all at once. Is this what being in love means? Because I never want to fall out of love. Love doesn’t care about timing. It doesn’t check your age or ask if you should know better by now. It just arrives and when it does, you either run away from it or you choose it. I am choosing it, because hell I deserve it. “Baby, are you ready to go?” Andrew raps his knuckles on my office door, it’s the end of my shift and so I grab my coat and my purse and go meet the love of my life. Damn, he’s handsome today, in grey scrubs, strands of dark blonde hair falling over his face and I get on my tiptoe and brush it away. “Someone’s feisty today,” Andrew smirks,
Tristan: My mother is seated opposite me outside a coffee shop, she looks so out of place wearing a prada dress, styled with her million dollar jewellery while clutching a coffee mug and squinting into the sun. This feels normal. Almost. I guess this is everyone’s dream, sitting under the sun while chattering the day away with their mother except nothing about this screams normal, but I guess we have to strive to get there, right? “I feel lighter these days,” my mother smells her coffee and sighs. “Little things make me happy.” “I guess that’s what happens when you’ve experienced jail.” I attempt a joke in a lighter tone and I immediately feel chastened. I hold my breath for her reaction as she studies my expression carefully, but then she surprises us both by laughing. My mother has never laughed at my jokes before. Ever. “I kept thinking about ways to make it all better, ways to erase all our dysfunction in one goal.” My mother has never looked at me this way before which is wh







