Jennifer is 40, tired, and ready for a quiet life—maybe some tea, maybe back pain management, and absolutely minimal drama. But one Sunday afternoon, her landlady asks, “Do you believe we are all products of someone else’s stories?”
Suddenly, every unfinished wish-fulfillment fantasy Jennifer ever published starts moving into her apartment building.
An 18-year-old stud of an alpha werewolf? Nah, his Alpha Dad is definitely hotter. A golden-haired prince on a white horse? Wth, in front of her street? And she distinctly remembers writing him a tsundere Duke of an Uncle.
Alpha werewolves needing pack management, princes dropping out of college, teen idols causing chaos, and sexy older men popping up everywhere… “Why are all of you here, and why are you so inconvenient?”
And most unexpectedly, her childhood friend—older, wiser, and back from abroad—wants to pick up where they left off decades ago. “I’m very sure I didn’t write you.”
Meta, messy, and absurdly funny—because what’s life without a little chaos?