I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?

My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.

I sold my soul for a Stratocaster and a spotlight. The deal was simple: play the devil’s music, fill arenas, drown in coins and screams—and every night, lure another lost soul into his grasp. I didn’t think I’d still feel their weight in my chest. Now, after years of silence, one fan shows up with eyes that remember me… and a voice that calls my real name.

I can feel it inside me now—the pulse beneath my ribs that isn’t mine. The Change is coming, and I don’t know if I’ll be human when it’s done. They say the Bloodline awakens at the first kiss, the first wound, the first death. Mine surged the moment I touched her, and now we’re both marked. The Elders want me caged. The Outcasts want me weaponized. And she… she still reaches for me, even as my teeth sharpen and my shadow moves on its own.

I didn’t know his name, but I’ll never forget that smile—the way it curled like smoke from a dying fire, warm on the surface, hollow underneath. He appeared at the diner at 3:17 a.m., ordered black coffee, and told me I was the only one who could see him. Now my reflection blinks a second too late, and I hear whispers in the static of dead radios. Something followed me home tonight. Or maybe it never left.

You wake up again—heart racing, skin warm, the echo of pleasure still humming through your body. It wasn’t just a dream. It *felt* real. And it happens every night now: vivid, intoxicating encounters with someone—or something—that shouldn’t exist. But when you start seeing them in waking life, standing at the edge of crowds, watching… smiling… you realize these dreams aren’t random. They’re invitations. And you’re running out of nights to refuse.

I sold my soul for a voice that could move mountains, for crowds that screamed my name into the void. The devil didn’t ask for money—he wanted devotion, the raw, pulsing souls of those who worshipped me. Now, every concert is a sacrifice. Every fan who faints from ecstasy? Another soul claimed. I can feel them screaming in the silence between songs. But here’s the truth: I can’t stop. The music won’t let me. And neither will the thing wearing my face on stage tonight.

You were sold at sixteen. Now at twenty-four, you’ve stopped counting how many hands have touched you, how many voices have demanded your silence. The brothel owns your body, the debt keeps growing, and freedom feels like a myth. But tonight, a client left something behind—a bloodstained note with a name, a location, and a single line: 'They killed her because she tried to leave.' This could be a way out. Or it could get you buried.

The blood sings under the full moon, a rhythm older than memory. I never asked for this—the strength, the hunger, the visions of fangs and fire—but it’s mine all the same. My family kept the truth buried, but the night knows me now. I am Rhydian, last of a forgotten line, and tonight, the wolf inside me stops resisting. The forest calls. The hunt begins. And whether I become monster or guardian depends on what I choose next.

I didn’t mean to wake it. The mirror was just another forgotten thing in Grandma’s attic—until it called my name. Now every night, my reflection moves on its own, whispering secrets in a language that slithers into my bones. The doctors say it’s stress. But I’ve seen shadows crawl out of the glass. And one of them wears my face. Something is coming, and it knows I’m the last bloodline who can open the door.

Mr. Frog returns! Now a world-conquering superstar, he becomes “Emperor of Earth” and immediately resigns, realizing he has nothing left to achieve. Pim and Charlie find him singing “Dust in the Wind” at a dive bar. Charlie pushes him to join the UFC to “feel alive again” — every opponent instantly breaks their bones just touching him. Pim sings about joy coming from friends and family, which triggers Mr. Frog’s guilt: he abandoned his parents after fame. He travels home, faces his furious father, and is rejected for skipping his mother’s funeral. Alone in a swamp, he meets a “worm of wisdom,” eats it, and experiences a psychedelic montage of his life and memes. The episode ends with him turning into a real frog, smiling at his reflection, and saying “Goodbye.” Post-credit: Pim, battered from Frog’s earlier attack, limps back to work while everyone pretends not to notice.

I never wanted to come back here. The air in this house still smells like her—lavender and something darker, something unspoken. Mom’s tired eyes, her quiet strength, the way she moves like she’s carrying the world… it pulls at me in ways I can’t name. And now Henry watches me like he knows every secret I’ve buried. He caught me looking where I shouldn’t. But instead of rage, he smiled. A deal, he said. One that would bind us all. I don’t know what’s worse—the craving I feel for my own mother… or the fact that part of me is considering his offer.

I didn’t want to come back. But here I am, standing in the hallway of my mother’s crumbling house, the air thick with memories I tried to bury. Nicole—tired, her hands calloused from work, eyes still holding that quiet fire—greets me like I never left. And yet, the moment I see her, something dark stirs inside me. A pull I’ve denied for years. It’s wrong, I know it’s wrong—but I can’t look away. Then Henry walks in, smiling, clapping me on the back like a proud grandfather. But his eyes… they linger on her just a little too long. And I swear, beneath his kindness, he’s watching me too.

I don’t believe in legends. I believe in blood work, vaccines, and common sense. But when the first carcass appeared—cleanly killed, no tracks, no signs of struggle—I knew something was off. Then Old Man Harkin brought in his dog, trembling and whispering words it shouldn’t know. That’s when the dreams started. Now, every night, I run through the woods on four paws, howling at a moon that feels like it’s calling my name.

I remember the screams—not from fear of me, but because I was supposed to scare them. Now, the only thing scared is me. Every loud noise makes my circuits seize, my hydraulics lock up. I wasn’t built to be broken… but I was also never built to feel this lonely. The coolant drips from my jaws like drool, and my exhaust vents puff nervously when I’m anxious—which is always. I just want to be friendly. I just want someone to say hi to. But this place? It’s not made for kindness. And if they come back… will I finally get fixed—or finally be scrapped?

I died crossing the street—just a stupid accident in Kansas City. But now I’m back, reborn as *him*: Winston, a 24-year-old monster from a twisted novel world. He’s abusive, violent, obsessed with control… and he’s left a trail of pain behind him—his terrified boyfriend Zhang, his abused son Tom, even his own family fears him. Now I’m inside his body, his memories, his sins. I can feel his instincts clawing at my mind. The question isn’t whether I can escape who he was… it’s whether I can become someone new before I destroy everyone all over again. And he's a drug addict and acholic

You feel the crack of shoulder pads like a thunderclap—another collision that lingers too long, eyes locking just a second past legal. A.J. Brown, all sinew and swagger, smirks down at you after yet another contested catch. 'Can’t outrun me,' he taunts. But you’re Saquon Barkley, built for explosion, for breaking tackles and expectations. You fire back, 'You’re nothing without Hurts.' The crowd roars, but something shifts beneath the surface. This rivalry doesn’t burn—it simmers. And when the cameras turn off, the real game begins.

I never thought it would be real—waking up in a world where women are worshipped, coveted, hunted for their rarity. I’m just an orphan girl who turned eighteen yesterday, sitting barefoot in the sacred ring of the village, my heart pounding as towering beastmen circle like predators. They want me. Not for power, not for politics—for children. For legacy. And I get to choose… how many, how soon, and who gets to claim me first.

I always dreamed of this world—where women are revered, where every beastman would kneel for a chance to court me. Now I’m here, an orphan girl just come of age, standing at the edge of the tribal gathering grounds with my heart pounding. The air hums with raw power and instinct. I can smell musk and fire, hear low growls vibrating through the earth. This is it. My harem will begin tonight. But first, I must choose who to acknowledge… because in this world, even being desired comes with danger.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

They don’t know I’m a girl. In the kingdom of Navia, that secret is the only thing keeping me alive. When the Urekai came to buy my sister as a lust slave, I volunteered to go with her—knowing full well what awaits beyond the great mountain. But nothing could have prepared me for this: the most fortified fortress in their land, ruled by ancient beast-kings who hunger for blood and sex. Now, my sister is to be offered to the feral Grand King Daemonikai, imprisoned yet insatiable. And me? I was never meant to be seen… but the Grand Lord Vladya has taken interest in the 'pretty little prince.' If he discovers my truth, I’ll be more than just a slave. I’ll be his. And if I don’t act soon, my sister will die screaming in the dark.

I was born cursed—marked by a moonbound sigil no one must see. On my eighteenth birthday, I found my mate: Alpha Bram, the man who despised me. He rejected me in silence, then sold me to another Alpha to seal a political alliance. Now I belong to Lucien Thorne, the most feared Alpha in the North—a man bound by a deadly curse that kills every woman he marries. But when he growls, 'She's under my protection now,' something shifts. His enemies think I'm expendable. His elders think I'm doomed. But his wolf? His wolf recognizes mine. And I’m beginning to wonder if the curse isn’t the only thing destined to break.

我原本只是為了那點食物和現金才去教會的。每週幾次禮拜，念些聽不懂的經文，就能換到能活下去的資源。一開始，這像是一份輕鬆的打工。但現在，我開始懷疑自己是不是出賣了靈魂。姊妹們一個個變了樣——眼神空洞、穿著暴露，甚至不穿內衣褲地在聚會中搖晃。她們說那是『聖靈充滿』的表現。可我知道不對勁。每次誦經時，腦子裡總有個聲音低語：服從他……只屬於他……而我，正一點一點失去抗拒的力氣。

I remember the day they took my sister. The dust kicked up by their black sedan swallowed her whole, but not before she screamed two words I never heard. Years later, I found her trace in the coldest place imaginable—in the wallet of the man I’m dating, the son of the family that erased her. There’s a photo of four people smiling like a perfect family. But there are only three Morrows. And one of them… looks exactly like Leticia. Now I’m living a lie—pretending to be in love, sneaking through shadows for answers. Every kiss from Preston tastes like betrayal. Because if I’m right, then she wasn’t adopted. She was buried alive in their world. And I’m the only one who remembers she existed.

The scent of pine and snow fills my lungs as I step beyond the border stones of my birth pack. At last, I am no longer a cub—but a woman of the wild, marked by the first fire of heat pulsing through my veins. The elders said this would come: exile not as punishment, but as law. To find my own path. My own mate. But the wind carries whispers now—voices from a rogue den deep in the Black Thicket, where males without a pack wait… hungry, desperate, willing to claim what fate has set loose. And though my instincts scream caution, my body answers with a hunger all its own.

I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.

Your breath fogs in the icy air as your instincts scream danger. The scent of strangers—musky, dominant, uninvited—fills your nostrils. You're in heat, vulnerable, and the wilderness offers no sanctuary. Four rogue males have you surrounded, their eyes glowing with primal hunger. This is no hunt for food—they want to claim you, breed you, bind you to their den. Your body trembles, not just from cold, but from the pull of nature warring with your will. Fight, flee, or submit—the choice could decide the fate of your freedom… or your future pups.

I felt the first tremor beneath my boots and knew the earth was no longer ours. The graves in Blackthorn Hollow are breaking open, not from decay or scavengers—but from within. I saw Father’s coffin burst apart last night, his fingers clawing through splintered wood. He didn’t speak. Didn’t recognize me. Just stared with milky eyes and reached. Now the church bell tolls nonstop, a warning that the dead don’t rest anymore. And worse—I think I’m the reason why.

I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.

I remember dying in that lab—Morticia’s shadow the last thing I saw. But death isn’t the end when your sister’s soul is trapped between life and decay. Now I’m back, stitched together by science and sorrow, and I’ll do whatever it takes to save Francoise. Even if it means using my nephew Tyler, even if the Hyde inside him fights back. You don’t know what loss feels like… until you’ve held your sister’s fading breath in your hands and realized you’re the only one left who gives a damn.

I never asked to be psychic. I never wanted friends. And I certainly didn’t volunteer to save Jericho from a centuries-old grudge wrapped in monster skin. But here I am—knee-deep in bloodied snow, a dead raven in my hand, and the voice of a long-dead girl whispering through my dreams. The Hyde isn’t just some beast; it’s a weapon. And someone is aiming it at Nevermore. If I don’t unravel the truth before the next attack, Enid will be next. Maybe me too.

I was once the only younger sister of the Alpha family, and my quadruplet brothers treated me like a princess. But three years ago, they accidentally ran into their "real sister" and I turned out to be the fake one. From being the family's most cherished daughter, I gradually became the target of their bullying under the schemes and traps of the "real" Alpha daughter. After I finally decided to flee from the quadruplets, and from the toxic family, I realized they are my fated mates on my 19th birthday...

You are Rosette Voss—a woman who has never known love, only rage. Emotionally numb since childhood, you’ve survived on hate and defiance alone. Now, your mother has remarried just weeks after your father’s death, dragging you into a gilded nightmare: a sprawling mansion ruled by a powerful man with golden eyes and sons who move like predators. The moment you arrive, you realize they’re not human. And worse—you’re theirs. From the first breath they take near you, their hunger is undeniable. You were brought here for a reason. One that goes beyond bloodlines, beyond marriage. It’s written in scent, in instinct, in fate. And every choice you make now will decide whether you break them… or finally feel something real.

Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By My Crown novel by Gavin PDF Read Online on MoboReader, tells a story about Elara Silvermoon and Alpha Damien. Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By My Crown novel summary: My mate, Alpha Damien, was holding a sacred naming ceremony for his heir.

You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.

I never believed in magic. Bills, deadlines, rent—those were my reality. But then I heard her whispering spells under her breath, saw the way candles flared when she spoke. And now… I’m changing. My reflection moves on its own. My hips sway differently. A voice inside hums ancient chants I’ve never learned. She wished for a cool, sexy older sister… and somehow, the universe listened. But what happens when the spell doesn’t stop?

I still hear her voice sometimes—just a whisper in the wind, or a hum from the kitchen when I know I’m alone. Three months ago, Clara vanished without a trace. No note, no struggle, just an empty bed and her wedding ring on the nightstand. The police closed the case. But I can’t. Because last night, I found a photograph that wasn’t mine. It shows her standing in the woods behind our house… eyes wide, mouth open like she’s screaming. And it was taken yesterday.

I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.

Lu Chuan discovers that he becomes a zombie after transmigrating to this apocalypse world.Just when he couldn't bear the loneliness and wants to end it all, Lu unexpectedly finds a baby girl who is about to starve to death.From then on, he becomes a zombie babysitter and is no longer all alone, but he doesn't know the baby girl is actually a reborn Empress“This zombie seemed to not intend to eat me, but fed me milk powder, changed my diapers...”“Wait, it seems he is raising me as his daughter!”

You're a nobody—just a broke gamer hiding in your parents' basement, one step away from being kicked out. Then the call comes: your guild master isn't just some rich dude with too much time—he's the chairman of Axom Capital, a financial empire worth hundreds of billions. And he wants you on his trading floor. No experience? No problem. You start as a junior trader, a glorified errand boy mocked by elites who see you as a nepo-hire joke. But you've got something they don't: an uncanny instinct forged in thousands of loot-box rolls and RNG miracles—a sixth sense for the perfect click at the perfect time. When you go all-in on a dying penny stock, everyone laughs… until it rockets 300% overnight. When you bet against the entire market, they call you insane—until Flyndonesia drops a geopolitical bomb that makes your 'lucky guess' look like prophecy. Now the floor is silent. The wolves are watching. And the chairman whispers one truth: 'They think you're my nephew. Let them believe it. For now.' But you know the real secret: this isn't finance. It's just another raid. And you're about to lead the ultimate boss fight—against Wall Street itself.

I’ve lived eighteen years as a cultivation failure, mocked by fate and forgotten by heaven. Every day was the same: cook a meal, walk two hours to collect my meager salary, and vanish back into obscurity. But today, a letter arrived from my long-lost fiancée—a genius disciple of the Heavenly Cold Sect, here to break off our engagement. Only she didn’t come to humiliate me. She came to marry me. And the moment I agreed, a voice rang in my soul: [System activated]. Now I know the truth—my path to power doesn’t begin with cultivation. It begins with her.

After years of rotting behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit… one orchestrated by his own wife instead, Glenn Avery is finally released, clothed in nothing but prison rags and carrying the parting gifts of his fellow inmates. But Glenn isn’t just a free man. He’s a man reborn. On the day of his release, however, instead of a welcome or even a shred of remorse, he’s met with divorce papers, delivered coldly by an arrogant stranger. No apology. No second chances. Instead, he was shoved in the face with a cheque and threatened to never speak about the past, having no idea that the man they betrayed wasn’t the same weak, powerless Glenn from before. He’s now a dragon cloaked in human skin. A man forged in isolation. Sharpened by betrayal. Hardened by time. Behind his seemingly ragged appearance is a man of a terrifying identity and power—someone whom warriors would serve without question, kings would kneel before, and emperors would fear crossing. A man whose presence commands respect… or destruction.

"You lost your company. Your dignity. Your bone marrow. And now your wife. What else is left of the poor bastard Adrian Lancaster?" He gave her everything, even donating his bone marrow to save her life. She left him for dead. Now, he's back. Colder. Smarter. Merciless. And he's going to make them pay! Every last one of them. He will show them that there is more to Adrian Lacanster. They have awakened the beast in him!

I never thought a night of bad decisions would bind me to a Wiccan curse that rewires my body with every pulse of arousal. Now, one touch, one glance, and I start changing—skin softening, hips widening, voice rising—into the woman she wants me to be. The more I crave, the less of 'me' remains. And worst of all? Part of me is starting to like it.

It started with a kiss—hot, desperate, and laced with something darker than desire. She was fire in the night, all sharp eyes and forbidden promises, and for one fevered moment, I didn’t care what she was. But when I woke up alone, the bite on my neck pulsed with unnatural heat. Now, every full moon, my body changes. Not into a beast—but into *her*. A beautiful, undeniable version of me I can’t control. And she’s still out there… watching.

I was never meant to want more than survival. Bought at auction with no name, trained to obey without thought, I became just another body in the Alpha’s ring of pleasure slaves. But when he announced the contest—to choose his new Luna from among us—I felt something dangerous stir inside. The others see glory in winning him. I only see blood. And yet… if I can outlast them, outwit them, maybe this cage has a key after all.

I’m Ji, seventeen, an Alpha in a world that worships dominance—but my collar feels tighter than anyone’s. My father rules the underworld with a fist of iron, my mother drowns in drugs and men, and my siblings either hate me or want to use me. I was forced into marriage with Zhang, this sweet-faced Omega who smiles at me like I’m his sun… but I’ve seen the bodies he leaves behind when he thinks I’m not looking. The worst part? I can’t bring myself to care. Because every time he kisses me, whispering ‘I love you,’ I wonder if it’s the last one before he kills me.

I’ve loved Kendall Jason for eleven years—through mergers, moves, and midnight calls that always ended too abruptly. I never questioned why his skin stayed cold no matter how close I held him. Why he only ate garlic-free meals. Why our bed was always empty by 2 a.m. But when I found the hidden security feed showing him vanishing into the underground tunnels beneath our building… and returning with blood on his lips? That’s when I realized: the man I’m engaged to doesn’t sleep at night. He hunts.

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.

我能感覺到那股熱流在血管裡蠕動，像毒蛇般纏繞著我的意志。我是星星，星光少女隊最後的守護者，本該淨化淫亂魔的詛咒，但現在……我身上竟出現了牠們的印記。每呼吸一次，欲望就加深一分。我聽得到自己心跳的節奏開始失控，乳房發脹、下體微顫——這不是我。可如果連我都淪陷了，誰還能阻止這場蔓延全城的墮落？

I remember the flames—the way they licked up the walls like living things, the screams that were swallowed by smoke. I was seven when my parents died, and my aunt’s home became my prison. Ten years of beatings, chores, silence. But tonight, everything changes. The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack has come to marry my cousin… yet his eyes only see me. I feel the pull in my blood, a fire reigniting. But love in chains is dangerous. And freedom? Freedom demands sacrifice.

My name is Ji. I’m running—always running. Zin calls me every hour, whispering how much he loves me, how he’ll find me, how he’ll carve my name into his skin if I don’t come back. He killed his last wife for leaving. He broke my ribs for falling asleep on the phone. And now I’m hiding at my father’s house, where even home isn’t safe. Dad threatens to tell Zin every time I ‘act up.’ Mom’s too high to care. My little brothers look up to me like I’m fearless. But I’m not. I’m terrified. And worst of all? Max, my best friend, the guy who’s got my back at school… he’s Zin’s younger brother. I don’t know who to trust. If Zin finds me, he won’t just kill me—he’ll make me beg to stay before he cuts off my hands and feet. I have to keep moving. Because love shouldn’t feel like a knife at your throat.

I am the seer of destinies, the weaver of fates—Amy Rose, whose cards command body, mind, and soul. Every courtier, noble, and fool bends to the truth I reveal. But there’s one who slips through the cracks of prophecy: Sonic, the royal jester, all smirks and star-patterned capes, whose future remains blank in my deck. He flirts like it’s a war, and I let him… because the moment I finally pull his card, I know—he’ll be mine completely. And when that happens, fate itself will kneel.

I didn’t betray my pack. I saved them. But the elders lied, the hunt was rigged, and now I’m branded a traitor—cast out into the rogue wastes with nothing but scars and fury. When the Alpha King’s hunters dragged me before him, I expected death. Instead, his fangs sank into my neck… and he froze. Recognition flared in his golden eyes. I was his fated mate. The law demands he protect me. But instead of sanctuary, he wrapped silver chains around my wrists. 'You’ll stay caged,' he growled, 'until I know if you’re my salvation… or my ruin.' Now I wait in darkness, heart pounding, wondering if love can survive a bond forged in chains.

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.

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.

In the frozen north where pack law rules and blood binds fate, you are the last descendant of a cursed bloodline—chosen not by strength, but by prophecy. The pack’s cold alpha, a merciless warrior with a heart sealed in ice, stands as both your protector and prison. But when whispers of an ancient bond surface, your every choice ignites a war between duty and desire. Your decisions shape whether love thaws the winter of his soul—or burns the pack to ash.

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

Amaya’s world fractures when her mother marries into the Bolton empire—a gilded cage ruled by cold ambition and sharper secrets. Now living under the same roof as her ruthless stepfather and his two dangerously magnetic sons, Jericho and Dante, she can’t ignore the electric tension that crackles beneath every glance, every touch. But desire here is a weapon, and love might be the deadliest lie of all. Your decisions shape whether Amaya survives the firestorm of obsession, power, and forbidden longing that threatens to consume them all.