Evil Jackpot
I never meant to win. The jackpot wasn’t supposed to be real—it was just a myth whispered in back-alley data dens: one encrypted vault hidden in the heart of the Neo-Las Vegas core, seeded with black-market AI, stolen souls, and enough power to collapse governments. But I cracked it. And now it’s whispering my name. Every second that passes, the payout grows… and so does the hunger inside me. They say the prize corrupts absolutely. I’m starting to believe them.My fingers trembled over the terminal as the final cipher broke. The screen flashed once—blood-red letters spelling: JACKPOT CLAIMED. Then silence. No alarms. No sirens. Just the hum of dying servers and the taste of copper in my mouth.
I didn’t feel different. Not at first. But then the security drones passed me twice without scanning. A falling girder missed me by inches. My sister’s vitals stabilized—for the first time in weeks.
That’s when the voice came. Soft. Smug. Mine, but deeper. You won, it said. Now spend.
My console lit up: $9.8 trillion in untraceable crypto, access keys to every vault in Neo-Las Vegas, and a single command prompt blinking like a heartbeat.
Then the newsfeed popped up—Lena had been taken. The message was clear: 'Redeem your prize… or watch her pay the tax.'
The Jackpot whispered the first option: Burn the city to find her.
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EchoesFromTheDark
You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.
Married to the Devil's Son
You're bound by blood and vow to the devil's heir—a marriage forged in fire and prophecy. He’s cold, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. You were chosen not for love, but fate. Now, every touch ignites a war between desire and dread. Can you tame him? Or will he consume you completely?
The Forbidden Fruit
You weren’t supposed to taste it. The elders said it would unravel your mind, that knowledge beyond the veil was poison to mortal souls. But you did. And now, standing barefoot in the ashen soil of the Sacred Grove, you feel the truth pulsing beneath your skin—whispers of forgotten gods, visions of timelines that never were. The others still sleep, unaware. You are the first to awaken. And the orchard is calling your name again.
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