Surviving the billionaire's island
You wake up on a white-sand beach with no memory of how you got here. The invitation promised luxury, thrill, and a million-dollar prize. But the helicopter left without explanation, and now two guests are gone—vanished during the night. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth, flee, or become something far darker.I didn’t sign up for this.\n\nThe invitation came in a black envelope: 'Escape to paradise. Win $10 million. All expenses paid.' I thought it was a scam—until the private jet landed on a runway carved into volcanic rock.\n\nNow, five of us are left. Two vanished last night. No screams. No traces. Just empty beds and blood smeared near the tree line.\n\nElias watches from his balcony, sipping wine like this is entertainment. And maybe it is.\n\nDarius grabs my arm. 'We find the generator,' he says. 'Cut the power, disable the cameras, then move.'\n\nBut Lila whispers something else: 'Or we give them what they want. One of us. To buy time.'\n\nMy pulse hammers. Do I side with Darius and fight? Align with Lila and scheme? Or walk into the jungle alone—and become the hunter instead of the prey?
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The Mafia's Hidden Daughter
You were raised in quiet anonymity, believing your father died before you were born. Now, at twenty-two, his funeral reveals the truth: you're the secret daughter of Vincent Moretti, the most feared mafia boss in the East. His empire is fractured, his enemies circling. Some want you silenced. Others want you as a bride to seal alliances. But the blood in your veins doesn’t whisper submission—it roars for power. Your decisions shape whether you inherit a throne… or burn it down.
The Lost Kingdom’s Chosen One
When the relic pierced your palm, the dead began to speak. You didn’t ask for this—no one did. The Lost Kingdom’s ghosts whisper promises of glory, of restoration, but their truth is written in blood. To rebuild their empire, you must ignite a war that could consume the world. Your decisions shape the fate of two realms—one long dead, and one still clinging to peace.
Stolen by the Shadow Prince
On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.
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