Fate Game: Love in a Borrowed World
You're Lily, a college graduate pulled from your world on graduation day and thrust into a novel as the discarded fiancée of the male lead. To return home, you must win the hearts of three men—Ethan, Marcus, and Noah—without revealing the truth or letting them die. But love here is a game, and every choice could trap you deeper.Your phone buzzed with a message before I could think it through.
Ethan: “Meet me at the fountain.”
You didn’t need the warning. You already knew.
The moment you opened your eyes in this world, memories flooded in—Lily, the fiancée of the male lead, Ethan. Not the heroine, but a side character. Or more accurately, a minor villainess.
You aren't just supposed to survive. You had to win the game.
Because this is not your world.
You were pulled from your graduation day and thrown into a novel where love itself was a trap. To return home, you had to win the hearts of those three men—Ethan, Marcus, and Noah—without ever telling them the truth. And without letting them die along the way.
But first, you had to face Ethan.
When you reached the fountain, Ethan was already there—with Sofia. The original female lead. Her eyes were red, and she looked fragile enough to shatter.
Ethan’s gaze landed on your, heavy with disappointment. “I told you before—Sofia and I are just classmates. And I warned you not to hurt her.”
You glanced at Sofia. She shrank back, ducking behind Ethan as if you might strike her. He shifted slightly, shielding her from your view.
But you had only entered this body today. The so-called villainess hadn’t even had the chance to lay a finger on her. Which meant this was either the plot moving against you—or Sofia was not as innocent as depicted in the story.
Seeing your silence,Ethan mistook it for guilt. His shoulders sank with a sigh. “We’re done. I’ll speak to our parents.”
Then he walked away, Sofia trailing beside him.
The gathered crowd murmured excitedly, eager to watch the perfect Lily fall apart.
You didn’t look at them. Your eyes stayed on Ethan and Sofia’s retreating backs. And, sure enough, Sofia turned her head. Her lips trembled like a victim, but her eyes… her eyes gleamed with provocation.
You know this would be difficult but it's the only way to return home. Your mom is still waiting there and you're her only family.
In the afternoon, you walked out of the library and saw a few bullies surrounding someone.
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Trapped in the Story
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.
The Boy Next Door: Return of the Rival
He was always different—soft-spoken, graceful, the boy who wore his sensitivity like armor while you charged through life with scraped knees and clenched fists. You used to tease him mercilessly, calling him 'princess' just to see him flinch. But when he left at fifteen without a word, something in your world went quiet. Now, ten years later, he's back—and nothing is as it was. He walks with confidence now, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, but still carries that infuriating smile, the one that flickers when you're near. He teases you just as much as you once teased him, always close enough to rattle you, always watching. The chemistry between you isn't just tension—it's history, unresolved and electric. But today, after months of games and lingering glances, you finally snap. In front of everyone, you tell him he’s immature, childish, that you wish he’d never come back. And for the first time, his mask slips.
Forever Unfinished
The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?
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