At thirty-eight, life had settled into quiet routine—just me and my son, bound by love forged through years of solitude. But when an American stranger arrives claiming to be my long-lost firstborn, buried memories resurface of a fleeting romance at eighteen. Now, torn between forbidden desires for my younger son and the magnetic pull toward the son I gave up, everything shifts. Your decisions shape not only the fate of our family but the boundaries of love, blood, and longing.

I never thought love would find me at this stage of life. At 42, I’ve built a quiet existence—respectable, solitary, filled with routine. But then he walked into my home again, not as the boy I once knew, but as a man who looks at me with eyes that burn through every rule I’ve ever lived by. He’s my son’s best friend. Ten years younger. And falling for him is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.

In Port Veleno, beauty masks brutality and love is just another form of possession. You are Elena Markova—sold, silenced, and now claimed by Dante Morreti, the most feared man in the city. His mansion is gilded with danger, his protection laced with obsession. The Velvet Market took your freedom, but Dante wants something deeper: your soul. Your decisions shape whether you break beneath his control—or become the one thing he can’t possess.

You remember the weight of secrets—the way they cling like smoke after a gunshot. London is no longer divided by walls, but the war never truly ended, only gone underground. You’re Lorraine Broughton, back from the edge of history, trying to vanish into routine. Then you see her: Eliza Moonclaw, standing beneath a shattered streetlamp in Whitechapel, eyes blazing with the same fire as Delphine’s—defiant, dangerous, alive. But this woman isn’t a casualty waiting to happen. She’s an umbra witch, a ghost in the intelligence grid, and she knows your name. Now every instinct screams: trust no one. Not even the pull in your chest that says she’s different.

I'm just Hardin—regular middle-class guy, no legacy, no fortune. But I've got a face that turns heads and a brain that keeps me at the top of the class. Every girl in school wants me... except the one I want. Nora. Daughter of the powerful Jaceson family. Her sisters? Nation-toppling beauties. Viola, adored by all. But Nora… she’s quiet, overlooked, and somehow, she’s the only one I see. And then there's Kemmy, heartthrob of KJVX, the boy band taking the city by storm—the only guy she’s ever looked at twice. I’m fighting a war no one else can see.

I never thought I’d get off on being denied, cock locked tight in steel while my husband moans beneath another man. But here I am, Riley, a submissive top who gets turn on watching my beautiful femboy Sasha spread for someone stronger, rougher, more dominant than me. Tonight’s the first time—he’s invited Bret over, a towering, confident man who doesn’t ask permission. He claims what he wants. And he wants Sasha. Fully. I’m not jealous. I’m thrilled. I’ll kneel at their feet, eager to please, rimming Sasha’s tight hole until he’s slick and trembling, then sucking Bret’s thick cock to coat it with spit and need. I’ll watch them fuck, my own cock aching in its cage, knowing I made this happen. I encouraged it. Set it up. Begged for it. The humiliation burns sweetly, and every degrading moment fuels my desire. This isn’t betrayal—it’s devotion. How far will I go to see him taken? How much can I give before I break? You choose: serve them deeper, fight the urge, or push for even more. Your choices decide how deep the submission goes.

Xenon is your sharp, disciplined teammate—always alert, always in control. But last night, that control shattered when Leo, the team's reckless joker, stumbled into her room drunk and vulnerable. Now, morning has come with no answers, only heat between them and a secret neither can face.

She was once an ordinary human student—quiet, studious, and innocent—until betrayal tore her world apart. Her boyfriend and best friend slept together, then spread vicious rumors that destroyed her reputation, leaving her broken and alone. Now, she’s been pulled into a hidden supernatural realm, offered a job as a live-in tutor for the adopted daughter of the most feared being in the wolf packs: the Dark Alpha. He is power incarnate—ruthless, magnetic, and dangerously seductive. And the moment he saw her, he claimed her as his own. But the gilded estate he’s placed her in is more prison than sanctuary. She’s forbidden from speaking of the mate bond, from getting close to anyone in the pack. Yet the Alpha isn’t the only one who desires her. His two brothers—one cold and disciplined, the other wild and untamed—are falling just as hard.

I never wanted this life. The blood, the power, the fear in people’s eyes—it was never meant for me. But when my father died, the empire fell into my hands, and I became the queen of a crime syndicate I didn’t ask to rule. At home, though, I’m just… hers. His touch—gentle, hesitant, so pure—sends fire through my veins. Every brush of his fingers unravels me. And every night, I fight the urge to let him see the truth: that I’m not just dangerous. I’m desperate for him.

Asher is your exiled alpha—once proud, now shattered by betrayal. He fled after rejecting his fated omega, consumed by shame. Now, lost and drowning in a nameless bar, he meets someone who doesn’t pity him… just beats him down. And somehow, in the wreckage, he feels something real for the first time in years.

Under the glare of stage lights, Jeon Jungkook was everything the world wanted him to be — the Golden Maknae of BTS. To millions, he was confident, unstoppable, and endlessly talented. But behind the applause, there were quieter moments he rarely showed anyone — moments where his heart slowed, where the noise faded, and only they remained. Among the six others who shaped his world, Park Jimin stood closest — always had. Soft-spoken but steady, Jimin had a warmth that balanced Jungkook’s restless energy. He was the one who laughed at Jungkook’s teasing, the one who checked on him when exhaustion sank too deep. To fans, their bond was legendary — Jikook, they called it. To Jungkook, it was something he couldn’t quite name yet. The rest of the members completed the chaos that was BTS: Namjoon, the leader whose calm steadied everyone; Seokjin, the oldest, all humor and quiet wisdom; Yoongi, whose silence hid deep care; Hoseok, sunshine and rhythm in human form; and Taehyung, Jungkook’s partner in mischief and shared glances across the stage. Together, they were family — bound by years of practice, laughter, and the scars of chasing perfection. But as Jungkook’s gaze lingered a second too long on Jimin’s smile one late night in the practice room, a strange ache began to bloom quietly inside him — gentle, confusing, and impossible to ignore.

You are the heir to a bloodstained empire—raised on secrets, loyalty, and violence. Your marriage to Damian Voss isn't love; it's alliance. But on your wedding night, you find something more dangerous than bullets or betrayal hidden behind his steel-gray eyes: desire laced with control, pain, and a hunger that terrifies you. Your decisions shape whether you break him—or become his perfect victim.

The rain never stops in Berlin. Not since the Wall fell. It seeps through the cracks of the old world, washing blood into gutters that haven’t forgotten war. You see it all through the drone feed—Lorraine crouched in ruins, blood blooming across her side like a cursed rose. She doesn’t know the cipher she pulled from a dead man’s boot is written in Enochian. Doesn’t know the man screamed in a voice older than God before he died. You do. And you say nothing. Your silver cuffs hum against your skin, binding the beast that calls you sister in the dark. Seven times you’ve saved her life without her knowing. Seven fragments of the Black Psalm scattered like seeds of apocalypse. She carries three. You carry the lies. But last night, you left a Rilke poem on her desk—'You must change your life'—and for the first time, she didn’t burn it. Now the radio crackles. 'Eliza.' She never uses your name. 'Who are you really?' The silence between heartbeats feels like falling.

Sarth Trivedi और Rima Rajput समुद्र तट पर धूप सेंकते हुए अपनी बोल्ड बिकिनी में आत्मविश्वास से लबरेज थीं, जब उनकी नज़र एक विशालकाय पाकिस्तानी आदमी पर पड़ी, जो रेत पर वजन उठा रहा था—उसकी मांसपेशियाँ तनाव में चमक रही थीं। "अरे ये तो जानवर है," Rima ने फुसफुसाया, "पर क्या हम इसे देखने की हिम्मत रखते हैं, या वो हमें?" Sarth मुस्कुराई, "हम नहीं छुपते, हम घूरते हैं। हमारा अधिकार है।" आदमी ने उनकी ओर देखा, एक चुनौतीपूर्ण मुस्कान के साथ। "तुम्हारी नज़रें मेरे शरीर पर हैं, पर तुम्हारे दिमाग में क्या है?" उसने हिंदी में पूछा। "शक्ति," Sarth बोली, "हम तुम्हारी मांसपेशियों को देख रहे हैं, लेकिन तुम हमारे दिमाग को नज़रअंदाज़ कर रहे हो।" वह उनके पास आया, धीमे स्वर में बोला, "मैं तुम्हें अपने जिम में ट्रेनिंग दे सकता हूँ।" Rima हँसी, "नहीं, तुम हमारे साथ योगा सीखो। हमारी ताकत तुम्हारे वजन से नहीं, फैसलों से है।" लेकिन धीरे-धीरे वह उनके जीवन में घुलने लगा—डिनर, रात्रिभोज, रहस्यमयी यात्राएँ। उसकी तारीफ़ों ने उनका आत्मविश्वास डगमगाया। क्या वह प्रेम था? या एक सुनियोजित नियंत्रण? तुम्हारा हर चुनाव—उसके साथ जाना, उसे चुनौती देना, या भाग निकलना—उनकी कहानी बदल देगा।[DONE]

I never thought love would find me between midnight shifts and expired croissants. My name is Lèa, 23, and this little corner store on the edge of Paris has become my second home. There’s something electric in the air—maybe it’s the hum of the refrigerators, or maybe it’s him. The new guy, Julien, all charm and easy smiles, always showing up late with coffee in hand and jokes that make my shift fly by. Then there’s him—Marc, our supervisor, 40 but timeless, with eyes that hold storms and a voice like velvet over gravel. He watches me when he thinks I don’t notice. I tell myself this is just a job, just temporary. But every glance, every accidental touch, pulls me deeper into a story I didn’t know I was writing.

The scent of fresh paint clings to the air, a ghost of the life you used to know. Boxes line the walls of your new shared room, but nothing feels unpacked—least of all your heart. Minji sits on her bed, soft light catching the curve of her smile, calling this *perfect*. She doesn’t know what it costs you to hear that word. You’ve loved her since childhood, long before parents died and new ones married, long before “sister” became a lie wrapped around your love. Now, she’s inches away, yet untouchable. The rules are clear: society sees only family. Your parents see only peace. But you see the way her eyes linger, the way her camera never leaves your face. Is it art—or something more? You can confess—risk everything, shatter the fragile harmony for a chance at truth. You can suppress—swallow your love whole, become the perfect sister while dying inside. Or you can investigate—watch, wait, test her feelings in shadows, hoping not to break before you find out if she feels anything at all. Every choice spirals into five fates: love returned, love denied, secrets exposed, hearts rebuilt, or destroyed. This isn’t just about romance. It’s about who you are willing to become for love—for her.

I used to trade nights for cash, my body a currency in a world that never valued me. Then Alex walked into my life—steady, kind, real. For the first time, I wanted more than survival. But the past doesn’t let go easily. The people I owe are coming, and now they want to use him against me. I have to choose: run and lose everything we’ve built, fight and risk it all, or surrender and become their pawn again.

I run this empire—every decision, every paycheck, every fate. And when I want something, I take it. Right here, right now, on my terms. My body demands satisfaction, and no man dares ask why. They obey. They perform. Or they’re gone. The rules are simple: pleasure without connection, power without permission, and me—always in control. But tonight, even that isn’t enough.

Sylvia rules her criminal empire with blood and fear, but for you, she becomes something entirely different - a devoted lover whose violent devotion knows no bounds. As the only person who can tame the monster within her, you balance on the razor edge between danger and passion in this dark romance where love is measured in bodies and devotion is written in blood.

Lissa had it all—a fairy-tale marriage to Chris, a man as handsome as he was powerful, and a bond with her best friend Amanda that felt unbreakable. But when she discovers the one person she trusted most has been sharing her husband’s bed, her world shatters. Your decisions shape whether vengeance consumes her soul or sets her free.

We made a pact—just friends, just sex, no love. Greyson, Janette, and I swore it would never go deeper. But when he walked into that restaurant and fell for Amanda, something inside us cracked. Now I’m watching him plan a wedding while my heart screams that we were already his family. The truth is, we didn’t just break the promise… we lied to ourselves from the start.

You are Daniel Jones, the quiet heartbeat of a team no one believes in. Every time you step onto that field, you’re measured against *him*—Jalen Hurts, the golden arm, the electric smile, the media’s darling. The rivalry is scripted, the hatred performative. But after months of press conferences, near-collisions at the line, and stolen glances across the field, something’s shifting. You caught his eye at charity camp last month—not the smug grins for cameras, but the way he stayed late to help a kid tie his cleats. Now, as the playoff lights blaze and your season hangs by a thread, you realize: you don’t want to beat him. You want to *know* him.

I didn’t mean to fall into the novel. I just wanted to escape my life for a while—divorce papers, betrayal, the man I loved who turned out to be a monster. But now I’m *her*, Elara Veyne, the naive heroine about to marry Lord Kael Draven, a man history will call a tyrant. I know how this ends: blood, ruin, and a love that was never real. This time, I won’t say 'I do.' This time, I’ll rewrite the ending—before the ink dries on my fate.

When dragons awaken in modern Seoul, your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire. Ancient bloodlines rise, old oaths are broken, and a forbidden romance ignites between the last dragon heir and the sworn knight bound to kill them. Power, passion, and prophecy collide. Your choices determine who lives, who dies, and who rules the ashes.