Prohibition hangs over New York like a nauseating smog. Most partygoers escape its presence by getting lost in speakeasies set up around corners of the streets, in basements, attics, etcetera. The more desperate—young or old, rich or poor—flock to the speakeasies run by demons. Their liquor holds more than just alcohol, it contains a dangerous power that causes the drinker to become lost within their own mind, living out their fantasies—if only for the night. Robert Hermann is part of a group of men that are supposed to bust these demonic "Dreamwhisps". However, after a fatal incident, he finds himself working for one of them. Now he must obey every order, every job that the powerful and charming Mr. Russell gives him. Failure to do so could lead him on a train to Hell; both physically and mentally.

"Sometimes the best way to get someone's attention is to stop giving them yours." Demi would mess up time after time and each time Jessica would let it slide. She has to put up with a closeted lifestyle due to Demi's career and intolerant parents all while watching the love of her life flaunt it for the cameras with Wilmer Valderrama. Will their love be enough to overcome the countless number of obstacles before them? Or will Jessica allow herself to be serenaded by someone who gives the attention Demi doesn't? Is their love worth fighting for?

Elaina is from a small town in Ohio and lives with her mother. Not knowing who her father is has recently been on her mind and she is determined to find out who he is. When she discovers a letter that her mother wrote to him she can only hope he still has the same address and hasn't moved. What will happen when she reaches Manhattan and realizes her father is a very wealthy man and already has family.

A military experiment gone awry sent an entire country spiralling into chaos, death and destruction. The modernised nuclear weapons had malfunctioned, releasing toxins that were only meant to immobilise the afflicted. To everyone's horror, the toxins had transmuted (perhaps divulging the warped truth that it had been parasites the scientists had been working with all along ) into a lethal parasite that killed instantly, latching and residing within the minds of its hosts. To those who barely survived, there was an unspoken promise that the parasite, which now lay dormant, would finish its job one day. Only those who had once been mentally- impaired survived this cataclysm, having miraculously recovered in the wake of this ordeal. Then came news of people developing powers, people dissolving into occult groups, going insane and then dying a painful death- one filled with unadulterated madness. But that was not all. There was a madman bent on saving himself and establishing a new and improved rule where survival of the mentally fittest was key. I had to stop them. I had the means. Born with clinically- diagnosed obsessive compulsive disorder and now a telepathic with powers that were beyond me, I could very well level the playing field...