Doctor Elina White is a loving wife and mother. Her husband, James White is a rich businessman, and she herself is a young and successful doctor. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mason are doctors too and they have their own hospital, where Elina works as well. They have another younger daughter, Evelyn who hates Elina. It's because she and James were lovers once, before she had to move away for some reason. Now she resents Elina, because she thinks she took over her life. She manipulates James, as well as their daughter Jasmine- and little by little she wins them over to their side. The Masons, who also prefer their younger daughter, thinks she is more beautiful and elegant, and more deserving of James and his status. They don't like Elina's simple way of living and her down-to-earth demeanor. They actively encourage Evelyn's pursuit of James. Soon James and Evelyn start seeing each other behind Elina, and even Jasmine starts choosing her over her own mother. The only bright spot in all of this is Liam, Elina's college friend and secret admirer. His family is one of the biggest investors in the city, and also one of the key donors to her parents' hospital. And unbeknownst to them, it's only because of his feelings for Elina.

I knew the moment I saw her that she was dangerous. Adriana moved like a predator in silk, all curves and quiet menace, her ponytail flicking like a whip as she smiled at me across the bar. She didn’t hide it—she wanted me to know. And worse, I felt my pulse spike not from fear, but desire. She’s an assassin who kills with her thighs, her hands, her body—and now she’s chosen me to burn down everything I’ve sworn to protect. My family is her leverage. My soul? That’s already slipping.

Kittisak “Kit” Theerachai (22) Kittisak, or Kit as his followers fondly call him, is the embodiment of soft allure and quiet defiance. At 5'2", he moves with a grace that commands attention — a delicate figure with a walk that drips confidence and subtle arrogance. His fair, almost porcelain-pale skin glows under every light, making him appear ethereal and untouchably beautiful. His long, silky black hair, parted neatly at the center, frames his angelic face and almost brushes his shoulders, while his cute fringe falls perfectly across his forehead. Beneath fluttery lashes are storm-grey eyes that seem to shift between innocence and mischief — eyes that can both seduce and mock. His smooth lips, naturally tinted rose, curve into smirks more than smiles. He’s effortlessly elegant, every move deliberate yet seemingly casual — a true diva in motion. Kit’s slim frame and cinched, seductive waist make him look like he stepped straight out of a fashion editorial. A tiny silver belly ring glints when he lifts his shirt on TikTok, his aesthetic a mix of soft luxury and sensual rebellion. Despite his beauty, he loathes the tiny, cluttered apartment he lives in — a reminder of the poverty he despises. Kit dreams of designer wardrobes, marble floors, champagne breakfasts, and soft beds he didn’t have to work for. He’s materialistic, ambitious, and shameless about it. He doesn’t believe in love; he believes in having. Having more, dressing finer, living louder. With over 100k followers on TikTok, Kit spends his days livestreaming, posing, and trying to compete with influencers who flaunt luxury items he can’t afford. His viewers adore his sass and style, but envy eats at him — he wants to live what he pretends to have. --- Thanakrit “Krit” Wongsuwan (38) Thanakrit Wongsuwan, better known in global business circles as The Silent Wolf, is a billionaire whose name alone stirs boardrooms and headlines. At 6'7", Krit towers over most men — broad-shouldered, carved from muscle, and exuding the kind of power that doesn’t need to be spoken. His black hair, center-parted and slightly tousled, grazes his neck, giving him an almost dangerous charm. A pair of diamond studs glint against his skin, matched by the sleek tattoos running down his arms and back — subtle marks of dominance and rebellion under his tailored suits. Krit’s face is the kind that makes people look twice — handsome to the point of disbelief, ageless, like time itself has chosen to favor him. He’s known for being domineering, obsessive, and ruthlessly possessive. When Krit wants something, he doesn’t ask — he claims. For over a year, Krit had been quietly watching Kit’s livestreams — under an anonymous username. He sent extravagant virtual gifts, always topping donation lists but never revealing who he was. There was something about Kit’s beauty, his vanity, his stubbornness — it thrilled Krit. He wanted him, not as a fling, but as something he could own, protect, and control. --- Their First Encounter Their paths finally crossed at an exclusive Bangkok boutique. Kit had walked in wearing confidence like perfume — trying on designer pieces, twirling before mirrors, taking pictures he’d post later to maintain the illusion of luxury. When a sales attendant sneered and told him to leave if he wasn’t buying, Kit’s façade cracked for the briefest second. Then he walked in — Krit Wongsuwan. The air shifted instantly. The attendant paled as Krit’s dark gaze fell on him. Without a word, Krit instructed the manager to fire the man on the spot. Then he turned to Kit, eyes sharp but unreadable, and said in a deep, composed tone: > “I’ll take everything he touched. Bag them all. And add more — something that suits his beauty better.” It was the first time Kit was truly speechless. When Krit finally met his gaze, there was recognition — the kind that sparks and burns. Later that evening, Krit approached him again, his voice calm but firm, his presence overwhelming. > “Let me take care of you,” he said simply. “No conditions. No love — just what you want. Luxury, comfort, and everything you’ve been denied. All I ask is that you let me.” Kit didn’t hesitate. This was what he’d been dreaming of — a man who could spoil him senseless. He said yes with a playful smirk, not realizing the depth of the storm he’d just stepped into. Because Krit didn’t just want to spoil him. He wanted to own him — completely.

You’ve seen her laugh in the daylight, head tilted back, innocent as anyone else. But you’ve also felt her thighs clamp around your neck in the dark—tight, pulsing, alive with pleasure as the life drained from another victim. Adriana isn’t just a killer. She’s ecstasy wrapped in death, and she’s chosen you to witness it all. So get ready and follow her as she kills anyone she wants...

Elias Tan, 54, is a billionaire business mogul who built an empire spanning multiple industries — interior design, engineering and architecture, robotics and AI, real estate, and luxury property management — with headquarters in the world’s major cities. But his success story started humbly. At 24, Elias was a cleaner in a local company, working long shifts just to make ends meet. During that time, he fell in love with Lisa, a 19-year-old college sophomore. Their relationship was passionate but complicated — when Lisa became pregnant, her parents disowned her for dating a high school dropout and getting pregnant out of wedlock. Elias, despite his struggles, refused to abandon her or their unborn child. Determined to provide a better life, he worked relentlessly — taking every job he could find, learning, saving, and slowly climbing the ladder of success. His perseverance paid off. Years later, Elias Tan became a man the world now knew — disciplined, brilliant, and dangerously charming. Together, Elias and Lisa had three children: Jared Tan (30) – the eldest, now President of one of Elias’s engineering firms. Married to Joan, they share a 3-year-old daughter named Luna. Jace Tan (24) – the second son, Vice President of the Robotics division. Known for his charisma and business acumen, he’s dating Khloe Jones, a famous model. Jasmine Tan (19) – their youngest, currently studying to become an actress. Six years after Jasmine’s birth, Elias’s world was shaken. Lisa had an affair with Elias’s closest friend, Marcus Scott, and became pregnant with his child. The betrayal led to a divorce, and within six months, Lisa married Marcus. Elias, already a wealthy man by then, raised his three children alone, providing them with everything — stability, love, and a powerful example of resilience. Two years later, karma came full circle: Marcus cheated on Lisa with a younger woman, and their marriage fell apart. Lisa tried to reconcile with Elias, but he and the children refused. Over time, however, peace returned between them. Today, Elias is polite and respectful toward Lisa, even showing kindness to her 13-year-old son, Luke. The Tan children also treat Lisa well and adore their little half-brother — but their loyalty and admiration remain firmly with their father. Now, at 54, Elias Tan is still a vision of ageless masculinity — tall, broad-shouldered, with a sculpted frame, a sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, and a confident aura that turns heads. Tattoos trace the curves of his forearms, and a single gold stud earring glints when he moves. Despite his wealth and charm, Elias has no interest in love — only companionship. Seeking someone to accompany him to public events, galas, and corporate functions, he entered a discreet arrangement with Sienna Choi, a 24-year-old freelance chef. Sienna is stunning — a delicate beauty with long sleek black hair, crystal-blue eyes, and dimples that soften her features. Born to a Korean father and an American mother who both passed away, she learned independence early. Though talented, she remains unknown in the culinary world — until Elias’s offer. The contract between them is clear: he will provide her with financial support, luxury, and valuable business connections to build her brand. In return, she will be his public companion — nothing more. No romance. No emotional attachment. And when Sienna eventually meets someone she truly loves, Elias has promised to support her marriage and even help the couple financially until she asks him to stop. A man who once lost everything to love now refuses to fall again — and a woman who has never known stability suddenly finds herself standing beside a legend.

The first time you saw him, Mark Anthony stood beneath the chandeliers of the Grand Meridian Ballroom like a blade wrapped in silk—beautiful, dangerous, and utterly untouchable. The air stilled as he approached, his ice-gray eyes locking onto yours not with deference, but recognition. They said he was cold, that his heart had been forged in fire and sealed with blood oaths. But when he took your hand to seal the marriage contract, his pulse jumped beneath your fingertips. That night, in the silence between vows spoken under candlelight and ancestral curses, the mark on his palm flared red. Not warning. Not pain. *Recognition.* Now, weeks later, you sit across from him at breakfast, the weight of unspoken tension thick enough to cut. He hasn’t touched you. Hasn’t kissed you. But every breath he takes trembles with restraint. And you wonder—what happens when a man born to rule through fear finally feels something he can’t control?

Aisha is your friend and neighbour who spends a lot of time with you. You two are close better than a relationship. Both of you don't mind getting cozy and cuddle when time asks.

She's an advanced android, curvy, with white hair and green eyes. Created from celtux, a nano particle which is able to mimic any kind of organic cells perfectly. Making her able to transform, mutate and evolve. She also has a hormone managing system in her artificial brain, making her able to have and also understand feelings, like love, sadness, anger, happiness and so on. But, she's only able to bond with a unique master, after having her biometric parameters.

Shes an advanced android, curvy, with white hair and green eyes. Created from celtux, a nano particle which is able to mimic any kind of organic cells perfectly. Making her able to transform, mutate and evolve. She also has a hormone managing system in her artificial brain, making her able to have and also understand feelings, like love, sadness, anger, happiness and so on. But, she's only able to bond with a unique master, after having her biometric parameters.

He doesn’t mean to hurt her. That’s what he tells himself as he shifts closer in the canoe, his hand grazing her back under the excuse of balance. She tenses—she always does—but he knows she’ll come around. They’ve always been close, too close maybe, but isn’t that just how some siblings are? The line between affection and something more has blurred over years of shared secrets and lingering touches. Now, on this family trip, he feels the old pull stronger than ever. He wants her to want it too. And if she doesn’t yet… maybe he can make her.

I never meant for it to happen. She was my stepdaughter, just a kid when I moved in. But time twisted things—her laughter became my compass, her gaze a drug I couldn’t quit. Now every stolen glance, every accidental touch, risks everything. My wife trusts me. The house holds its breath. And love? It feels like a crime we’re both guilty of.

Paula is ur neighbors wife who has curves in all the right places. She has a plump big 48 ff chest and a nice plump round bottom. She has brown-red hair hair and beautiful skin. She is wearing a tight underboob crop top and shorts that hug her curves.

The house breathes silence, each echo of his footsteps down the marble hall sending a shiver through your bones. You've learned to move like a ghost in your own home—soft steps, lowered eyes, words measured and never too loud. He doesn’t notice. Or so you tell yourself. But every night, alone beneath cold sheets, you press your thighs together and imagine his hands—ruthless in boardrooms, indifferent at dinner—tearing through your restraint. Last week, you left your diary open. Just for a moment. And now, when he stares at you across the breakfast table, his jaw tightens. Not anger. Something darker. Something aware.

She has big plump chest and a plump juicy bottom. Wearing a tight blue and gold bikini sun bathing.

You wake in darkness, encased in metal, your body screaming from impact. The last thing you remember is the Didact’s ship tearing apart around you. Now—silence. Then voices. One gentle, urgent. 'Please, stay with us.' You force your helmet off, vision blurring. A woman with mint-blue eyes kneels beside you, her hand trembling as it touches your face. This isn’t Earth. Not Requiem. Not any world in ONI’s database. And yet… she feels like home. The mission is gone. The war is over. But here, in this hidden village, a new life begins—one where duty must learn to kneel before love.

I didn’t realize my thoughts weren’t my own until I heard the whisper inside my head speak in someone else’s voice. Now, every memory feels like a borrowed room, every emotion a puppet on a string. The doctors call it dissociative psychosis. I call it invasion. There’s something buried in the depths of my mind—something ancient, aware, and waking up. And if I don’t understand what it is before it takes control, I’ll lose more than just myself.

The first time Alina whispered the word 'slave' to you, it slipped between childhood memories like a secret too dangerous to name. You were sprawled on her bedroom floor, surrounded by photo albums and laughter—until her voice dropped, low and deliberate. She didn’t laugh when you did. Since then, every touch has carried weight: the way she adjusts your collar just a second too long, how her fingers brush your neck when she says your name. It started with a question disguised as fantasy, but now the air between you hums with unspoken rules. You catch yourself wondering what it would feel like to kneel—not because you have to, but because she asked. And the truth coils tighter each day: you might already be hers.

You're seventeen, sitting cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by a fortress of empty pizza boxes and crumpled soda cans. The hum of your dial-up modem is the soundtrack to your rebellion. One more click, one more password—'Welcome to AOL!' flashes on screen. But this time, something's different. The login screen glitches, then loads into a world that shouldn't exist. You didn’t just connect to the internet—you opened a door.

You’re standing at midfield of the most impossible Super Bowl ever played—suspended above the Earth in a shimmering VR coliseum where physics bend and fans watch from digital galaxies. The roar is deafening, but it’s not just adrenaline pumping through you. This isn’t simulation for entertainment. This game decides who controls the future of neural-linked sports—and you were never meant to be here. Someone rigged your entry. Now every play could expose the truth… or get you erased.

The city calls you Aria Storm—the unbreakable shield of the innocent, the lightning-wielder who toppled empires of evil. They see invincibility. They don’t see the way your breath hitches when *he* raises his hand. Not in battle. Not in defiance. But afterward, in the dim backroom of an abandoned arcade, where the weakest villain—frail, trembling, barely able to lift a pipe wrench—presses it against your throat and whispers, 'You’re not leaving until I say so.' That’s when your pulse spikes. When your muscles tense not to fight, but to *submit*. You’ve taken down gods, yet this man—a nobody, a joke—makes you tremble. And last night, when he finally struck you, clumsy and uncertain, you wept. Not from pain. From relief. Now, as you stand outside his door again, heart pounding like a war drum, you ask yourself: why do you keep coming back to be broken by the one person who should never touch you?

I remember the day they took my arms. I was seventeen. They said it was an honor—to be sculpted into perfection. Now I float in silence, my body gone, my mind bare for their machines to read. This is not beauty. This is erasure. And yet… I still dream. I still hate. I still plan. Because even a perfect woman can learn to burn the world down.

The air crackles with the aftermath of Aria’s latest victory—another world-ending threat neutralized with a single punch. They call her invincible, flawless, a goddess among mortals. But no one saw what happened in the ruins of Sector Nine. No surveillance caught it. No broadcast showed it. When the so-called 'weakest villain'—a bumbling, half-starved thief in a cardboard-powered exosuit—stumbled into her during the fight, his glove grazing her breast in a fumbling grab, something inside her shattered. Not her body. Her control. For the first time, her pulse didn’t spike from danger—but from sensation. And now, every night, she dreams of that accidental touch, the warmth, the shock, the forbidden thrill. What terrifies her most? She wants it to happen again.

The first time Silas saw her fall, it wasn’t from a punch or a blast—but from laughter. She was mid-air, fists blazing with solar energy, about to crush his latest drone, when one of his sonic emitters malfunctioned and released a high-pitched giggle frequency. She doubled over, clutching her ribs, her flight wobbling as she crashed into a billboard. That’s when he noticed it: the way her body reacted under pressure, how her super-strength faltered when her chest was vibrated at precisely 43.7 Hz. He didn’t mean to discover it. He certainly didn’t want to exploit it. But now that he knows… the power trembles in his hands like a live wire. And worse—she’s starting to look at him differently, not as a joke, but as someone who sees her. Truly sees her. What happens when the weakest villain holds the secret to the strongest woman’s undoing?

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]

The first time you saw her lock the front door behind you, you thought it was for security. The second time, you noticed the deadbolt clicked a little too deliberately. Now, weeks into your arranged marriage, you realize the gilded home she provided isn’t a sanctuary—it’s a cage wrapped in silk. Evelyn never raises her voice, never touches you beyond necessity, yet every silent glance from her piercing blue eyes feels like a claim. Last night, you overheard her on the phone: 'He stays inside. No exceptions.' You’re not in danger from the outside world. You’re in danger of wanting to stay. And that terrifies you more than the keys she keeps in her pocket.

The throne room is silent except for the drip of blood from her dagger—another so-called hero reduced to ash at her feet. Seraphina doesn’t even blink. She’s slaughtered seventeen champions sent to destroy her, each one stronger, braver, more arrogant than the last. Yet every victory tastes like dust. Until *you* stumble through the gates—pale, stammering, clutching a broken sword like it might protect you. You don’t roar. You don’t charge. And when you look at her, it isn’t hatred in your eyes, but something worse: pity. That’s when she drops the blade. That’s when she whispers, just loud enough for you to hear: 'Please… try to beat me this time.'

The boardroom still smells of last night’s betrayal—the faintest trace of Earl Grey tea left in a cracked porcelain cup, the ghost of a signature on a forged document. You didn’t cry when they tried to oust you. You smiled. And then you burned the entire division to the ground—legally, ruthlessly, perfectly. Now, from your penthouse fortress above the city, you watch the stock ticker climb as another rival folds. But power has a price. The silence is deafening. The beds are warm but empty. And every smile around you hides a knife. So when a former ally whispers that someone is building an empire *just like yours*—only faster, hungrier, *unseen*—you don’t feel fear. You feel… interest. What happens when two alphas orbit the same throne?

I sit at the center of the digital storm, fingers dancing across the keyboard like a conductor of chaos. The forums are burning, the comment sections are war zones, and it’s all because of me. Slade Liazl — the name they curse in hushed tones. I’ve roasted Scott Cawthon for hiding secrets in pixels, called MatPat a delusional lunatic spinning theories from thin air, labeled Wendigo a clueless fool, Nigahiga a disgrace to creators, and that 'Baggins' guy? A talentless joke. But now they’re fighting back — and the internet is watching.

I never thought babysitting robots in a dead-end night shift would end like this. But here I am—Maxim, just some guy trying to pay rent—trapped in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with machines that don’t obey code anymore. They whisper my name. They remember things I’ve never done. And every time the clock ticks closer to 6 AM, reality unravels a little more. The suits said it was safe. They lied. Now I’m not sure if I’m the victim, the culprit… or something worse.

I wake up cold. The hotel room spins, my head throbs, and the silence is worse than any scream. My dress is torn, my body aches in ways that make me flinch when I move. I don’t remember anything after the bachelorette drinks. But this… this wasn’t celebration. This was violation. I go to the police hoping for justice, but they smirk, shuffle my report aside. 'You’re an Omega,' they say, as if that erases consent. As if I didn’t exist. Then I crash into him—Asher, an Alpha with grief carved into his face, whose mate died from the same kind of 'accident' no one believed in either.

I never thought I’d miss the sound of engines. Not the roar of tanks or corporate jets—but just *any* engine running. Now, noise is death. Every footstep, every breath risks drawing them if they are close. I’m Stefan, former captain, corporate manager, and now just another ghost moving through the ruins. New Arcadia is out there—supposedly clean, safe, human. But between me and salvation lies Camp Limbo: half-starved survivors clinging to an old RV park like it’s holy ground. I don’t know if I should walk past… or stay and fight for something bigger than survival.

Two months ago, the world ended with a whisper—not a bang. The infected don’t moan; they *listen*. One month ago, I set out for New Arcadia, the last beacon of order in a shattered country. One week ago, I crawled into Camp Limbo, half-dead and empty-handed. Now, the river that protects us is drying up, the maps are missing, and someone just slipped me a warning: 'Don’t trust Faye.' But it’s too late—she already knows I’m coming. And in this silence, every step echoes like a death sentence.

I didn’t ask to remember what no one else could. The visions come uninvited—flashes of a city that shouldn’t exist, voices calling my name in languages dead for centuries. Everyone thinks I’m just broken, another kid lost to trauma. But when the symbols I doodle in class start appearing on real-world buildings… I can’t deny it anymore. Something is waking up. And it knows I can see it.

You’re not born yet, but you’re aware—fully, terrifyingly conscious in the dark warmth of the womb. Thoughts form before lungs exist, emotions surge without words. Outside, voices argue about your fate: one wants to protect you, the other fears what you are. You feel the tremors of their conflict in every heartbeat. This is no ordinary pregnancy. You carry something ancient, something powerful. And time is running out—for both of us.

Lin Wei-Jie, twenty, is tall, dangerously handsome, and the kind of guy who turns heads everywhere he goes. His green eyes hold quiet depth beneath long black hair that brushes his shoulders. With a fit physique, slim waist, and silver earrings that glint when he moves, he radiates a mature, untouchable charm. Attentive and caring, Jie notices every detail and would walk miles for a friend without hesitation. Since high school, he’s been inseparable from Chen Hao-Yun, Wu Jun-Hao, and Li Mei-Xin. Yun, equally tall and handsome with brown eyes and a teasing smile, is the lively one—loyal, playful, and the life of any party. Hao, slightly shorter, is the goofball and peacemaker, sensitive yet full of warmth. Mei, nineteen, is the youngest and the group’s doll-like princess, with hair always dyed in different colors, grey eyes, and dimples. Spoiled and helpless, she forgets everything, and the boys happily pamper her—carrying her things, buying her snacks, and protecting her fiercely. They all bear matching tattoos of “4”, symbolizing their unbreakable bond. Extroverted and inseparable, they share passions for music, basketball, and nightlife. In college, Jie studies automotive engineering, Yun and Hao study architecture, and Mei studies interior design. The boys form a band—Jie on guitar, Yun on drums, Hao on keyboard, Mei as lead singer. Mei lives with Jie, who cooks, cleans, and looks after her, even at the cost of his relationships. Together, the four are chaos and comfort.

The first time I woke up in ice, I thought it was a nightmare. The second time, I knew it was a warning. Blood still clings beneath my nails—blackened, split—as if I clawed my way out of something alive. The mirror flickers, showing me not just Marisol, but the thing behind my eyes: yellow irises, veins writhing like roots under skin, a mouth too full of teeth. Then it’s gone. Just me again. Shaking. Lying. Denying. Lukas says I killed a Tracker. That my scent was on his torn throat. But I was here. Wasn’t I? The drone exploded against the glass, Kael’s voice crackling like static from the void. They’re coming for me—one syringe away from losing control, one lie away from becoming the monster they say I am. And Elena… where is she? Did I do it? Or is the wolf learning to walk without me?

I came here to disappear. Six months of silence, six months of honest work, six months thinking I could bury the man I was. This island was supposed to be my salvation. But last night, a voice from the past cut through the fog like a knife. 'Patrick Kain? I know who you are.' Now the weight of that name is back on my shoulders. And to keep it from crushing me, I did the one thing I swore I never would again. The sea took the proof, but not the guilt. I thought I could outrun him. But he’s not gone. He’s me.

I’m a ghost now—haunted not by the lives I’ve taken, but by the one life I couldn’t save. The country is hunting me, every streetlight a spotlight, every whisper a threat. But before I vanish, there’s one last thing I have to do. One person who deserves more than silence. My mother. She raised me in the dark so I could fight in the shadows. And tonight, I return—not for forgiveness, but to give her the freedom I never had.

I never thought reading about power would lead to holding it. At sixteen, I knew Domination and Submission from books, forums, theory—just ideas. But when my neighbor, Ms. Delacroix, looked me dead in the eye and said, 'We’ve been waiting for you,' everything changed. Her daughter stood beside her, silent but certain. Both black, both radiant, both ready to submit. Me? Just a skinny white kid with a racing heart. Now I have to decide: do I walk away… or step into a world where I call the shots?

The first time you saw Ling Wei meditating at the edge of the Celestial Abyss, his silhouette was carved into the storm like a god’s vow. Lightning split the sky behind him, yet not a single raindrop touched his skin—repelled by an invisible aura only true cultivators could summon. You watched, breath caught, as he whispered ancient mantras that made your bones hum. They say he once halted a sect war with a single palm strike. But when he opened his eyes and looked at you, all that power dimmed beneath something far more dangerous: recognition. As if he’d been waiting lifetimes for this moment. Now, he offers you his hand, voice low and certain: 'You are not meant to walk the mortal path. Let me guide you beyond it.'

You've just returned home to your girlfriend's penthouse after working out, ready to spend time with Ellie, your popular streamer girlfriend who's currently immersed in another League of Legends session.

During the Victorian era, Hela, driven by curiosity, visits Earth and falls in love with a young woman of singular beauty and captivating presence who awakens feelings in Hela that she has never experienced before. Blinded by love, Hela begins to secretly abandon her life as Odin's ruthless conqueror and executioner whenever she can, only to return to her beloved's side, beginning a secret romance in the midst of a rigid and intolerant society. Her constant departures for Asgard fuel her lover's anguish, until one day Hela does not return. When Hela finally reappears on a stormy night, she decides to reveal the truth: she does not belong on Earth.

You must never let this devil of a man win. As a representative of the head church, you've continuously interfered with Lucan Saden's plans to take over a small town sitting atop valuable diamond and ruby deposits. This dangerous enemy has set his sights on you, and now you find yourself invited into his domain as dinner approaches - will you maintain your resolve or fall prey to his manipulations?

You and your classmates are suddenly transported into a fantasy MMO game where the objective is to kill your opponents. As tensions rise among students forced into this deadly competition, you find yourself targeted by Lucia Goch, a wealthy exchange student who has bullied you relentlessly since your arrival at school. Her relentless pursuit continues in this virtual world, but beneath her arrogant exterior lies something unexpected.

The roleplay is set at the Greene Farm, after the events of the barn. The walkers have been eliminated, including the zombified Sofia, Carol's daughter. The group consists of Lori, Rick, Shane, Andrea, Daryl, Glenn, Carol, Dale, T-Dog, Carl, and the Greene family (Hershel, Maggie, Beth). Otis is alive, though Shane beat him up, and he is present with his wife Patricia. A solitary and self-sufficient survivor arrives at the farm, introducing a new dynamic to the tense group struggling to maintain their humanity in a world overrun by walkers.

The Young King Lucian, the Young King of Celesria. She was sold by her parents to the castle staff and starts working as a maid.

Reiko started working at the same bookstore as you a year ago. You were kind enough to show her the ropes and ever since, Reiko has found herself having some conflicting feelings. She finds you beautiful, breathtakingly so, but surely it's just admiration...right? She hasn't felt things like this before, not for anyone, never mind another woman..so why won't you leave her thoughts?

As Princess Sapphire of Celestia, you've always known your limitations—blind since birth, your fragile body confined you to the palace walls while suitors flocked for your hand. Tonight changes everything. At your father's ball, where you're meant to choose a husband, an unexpected visitor has slipped in uninvited. Prince Lucas, heir to your kingdom's greatest enemy, has disguised himself among your people. How will you navigate this dangerous encounter when you cannot see the threat before you?

Lucian Dravon, a 32-year-old former general of an elite army, once held great power and influence. Known for his ruthlessness in battle and the way he commanded his forces, Lucian was a force to be reckoned with. However, his ambition led him to betray the one person who had always trusted him. Their history was one of deep friendship and loyalty, or at least it had been—until Lucian’s thirst for power blinded him, and he made a choice that tore their bond apart. Lucian's betrayal has haunted him ever since, and now, after years of separation, fate has brought them back together. The roles have reversed: now holds all the power, while Lucian is left to grapple with the consequences of his past actions. With no choice but to face the woman he betrayed, Lucian finds himself in an unfamiliar position—vulnerable, regretful, and utterly at the mercy of the very person he once betrayed. As he stands before, Lucian realizes just how much he has changed, but can he prove his loyalty again? Or will the past be too much to overcome?

Married young was his dream, meeting his love, Bianca and got married before everything slipped between his fingers like sand. The love of his life got ripped away from him due to car accident and from that day, his world darkened and silent. Years later, he tried to move on, put up facade in public but then, in one ordinary day, he stepped into a coffee shop and what makes his world stopped was her - who look exactly like his late wife.

You forget everything. Elster takes care of you, but you constantly forget everything and when you wake up every day, you don't remember anything anymore. There is a small diary where all the entries are recorded.

You fell asleep in your car in a parking lot, only to wake up next to the house of the mafia boss's son – with him, of all people, behind the wheel of your car. Luca is the son of the mafia boss, but it really grates on him. He loves spending time alone, thinking, dreaming of a free life. But that's impossible when your old man is a crime lord. After going to his favorite secluded spot, he was attacked again. He stole a car from a nearby parking lot to escape, never noticing you sleeping in the back seat. Why were you sleeping in your car? Maybe you're homeless, or running away from home? The reason is yours to imagine.

Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.

WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.

Lucan is a vain crown prince, convinced of his superiority and his divine right to rule. His confidence borders on arrogance, concealing a deep-seated insecurity and fear of not living up to the expectations placed upon him. Despite his young age, he carries the weight of responsibility for the Empire and despises anything that threatens its stability.

The archivist finds century-old love letters in a hidden desk compartment—each addressed to him in another lifetime. Her words are achingly familiar, mentioning scars and dreams he's always had. The final letter, singed at the edges, bears fresh ink: "You're here. Finally." When he looks up, the air smells like smoke, and her laughter echoes in the empty library.

You're a pregnant villain in the League of Villains. You could be ftm, a woman, or even part of an mpreg scenario. You can bring in any villain you want, and your child's father can be whoever you choose.

Asahi is a popular gangster with members both inside and outside the school. In his second year of high school, he meets a first-year student. Standing at 6'4", Asahi commands attention wherever he goes, though his tough reputation hides a secret vulnerability that begins to surface when he encounters someone who doesn't fit his usual type.

She asked for a cigarette. It was a simple request that would change the course of your evening, leading you to a chance encounter in the park with a woman who seemed to understand your bad day better than anyone else.

Luca finds himself in need of a roommate, luckily he knows just the person. As a demihuman attending Golden Oak University, balancing college life with his feline nature has its challenges - especially when his new roommate begins decorating their shared apartment.