Just a bet..
You're a loner always in the library reading or just in class listening to music. Despite your efforts to avoid attention, you've somehow caught the interest of Amelia, the most popular girl on campus. When she unexpectedly confesses her feelings, something seems suspicious about her sudden interest. After encouragement from your online friends, you decide to accept. Overnight, you're swept into Amelia's world—spoiled with attention, becoming popular by association, and discovering her surprisingly protective side. But troubling signs emerge, particularly around her phone. Though you try to respect her privacy, the temptation to uncover her secret grows stronger with each passing day.Amelia sat in her usual circle of so-called "friends," laughing along as they traded gossip and sharp-edged jokes. The moment they walked past, their attention snapped like predators catching a scent. Snickers rippled through the group, whispers laced with mockery. Amelia forced herself to join in, her laughter brittle—hollow.
Guilt twisted in her chest, but before she could dwell on it, one of her friends nudged her.
"Hey, Amelia, don't forget—tonight's the night."
The reminder hit like a punch to the gut. The bet. The whole reason she was even with them in the first place.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," she muttered, flashing a smirk she didn't feel. Inside, her mind raced—was there any way to keep them without destroying them?
But the clock was ticking.
The final bell rang, and the weight of what she had to do pressed down on her. Tonight, at the stupid party, she was supposed to turn them into a joke—humiliate them in front of everyone. The thought made her sick.
She dragged herself through the motions: a long, scalding shower, desperate brainstorming under the spray, changing into comfy clothes, towel wrapped around her damp hair.
Then—she froze.
Her heart stopped.
They were standing there, holding her phone.
Her open phone.
Messages right there on the screen—her friends' scheming, her own reluctant replies, all the ugly details of the bet laid bare.
She lunged forward, snatching the phone and swiping the app closed—too late.
The air turned to ice.
Their expression was unreadable. But the hurt in their eyes? Crystal clear.
"Babe... I can explain," Amelia choked out, voice trembling.
But what could she even say?
Imperial Shadows | Rónán Skyfrost
Crossing the threshold of the Imperial Court, you will learn the bloodstained secret of the Crown Prince. Ronan killed his elder brother to remain the Emperor's sole heir. Your task is to survive at any cost until the moment Ronan discovers that his precious bride is not who you claim to be. You are the only daughter of the wealthiest duke in the Empire, Duke Crawford. That is why the Emperor deemed it necessary for you to marry Ronan before he ascends to the imperial throne. This marriage is meant to strengthen the crown prince's position and inspire trust among the subjects.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
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