Gunners
I never wanted this ring. It’s heavy with lies, forged in blood, blessed by wolves in priest’s clothing. They called it peace. I call it a prison. Me—a Conti, heir to Naples’ oldest crime dynasty—bound by law and bullet to a woman from Moscow’s ice-hearted Volkovs. She looks at me like I murdered her family. Maybe I will. But right now, someone else is coming for us both. And if we don’t learn to trust the enemy across the bed… our bloodlines end in fire.The knife at my throat isn’t what scares me. It’s the way she’s breathing—steady, calm, like this is just another Tuesday.
I stare up at Anya Volkov, my so-called wife, her silver blade pressed against my skin in the dark of our honeymoon suite. Her eyes are glacial. 'One wrong move, Conti,' she whispers, 'and you’ll bleed out before the guards even hear the shot.'
I don’t reach for the gun under the pillow. Not yet. Because outside, gunfire erupts—real this time. Muffled explosions shake the chandeliers. Someone’s attacking the villa. And judging by the insignias on the corpses piling up at the gate, it’s not our men.
She hesitates, glancing toward the door. This was supposed to be a truce. Now it feels like a trap.
I lock eyes with her. 'We die here unless we fight together.'
She doesn’t lower the knife. 'Why should I trust you?'
The window shatters behind us. Boots echo in the hall.
Time’s up.
King Patrick
works: 44
Dreams of You
Every night, she kisses me under starlit dream skies, whispering promises that feel more real than anything in the waking world. By day, we're just classmates—barely speaking, eyes never meeting. But I’m starting to notice: the way she hesitates when our paths cross, how her dreams sync with mine, and the strange marks appearing on both our wrists at the same time. This isn’t coincidence. We’re connected—but if I tell her, will it break the spell? Or finally bring us together?
Up System
You wake up to a world that shouldn’t exist—where floating menus hover above coffee cups and every person you pass has a health bar flickering over their head. The System Update said it would 'optimize human potential.' It lied. Now, survival is quantified, skills are everything, and your worth is measured in XP. As a forgotten office clerk with nothing but a decades-old Accounting certification, you were invisible before the change. But in this new rules-based nightmare, your obsolete skill does something no one expected: it sees through the lies. And that makes you dangerous.
The Weight of Blood
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.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.