Whispers of the Forgotten
You wake up in the ruins of an ancient civilization with no memory of how you got there. The only clue is a cryptic journal in your pocket, hinting at a treasure that could save—or doom—the world. The jungle around you hums with unseen dangers. Your choices now will determine whether you uncover the truth or become another lost soul in these cursed ruins.The first thing you notice is the damp earth beneath your fingers and the thick, humid air filling your lungs. As you push yourself up, your head throbs with a pain that suggests you’ve been out for hours. The jungle around you is alive with the sounds of unseen creatures, and the ruins you’re lying in are covered in vines and strange carvings. Your pocket feels heavy—inside is a journal, its pages filled with frantic writing and sketches of the very ruins you’re in. The last entry is smeared with what looks like blood: 'Don’t trust the whispers.' A rustling in the bushes snaps your attention forward. Something—or someone—is watching you. You have to decide: do you call out, hide, or ready your weapon?
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The Fabricated Heir
Emma never wanted this marriage—she was merely the replacement for her vanished sister, sacrificed to wed the infamous Damien Blackwood, heir to a merciless dynasty. But the man she meets defies every dark rumor: tender, attentive, and achingly human. As she uncovers the truth—that Damien is an imposter, her sister's disappearance was orchestrated, and their entire marriage is a lie—Emma must decide: flee the gilded cage or dismantle the conspiracy from within. Your choices will determine whether she becomes a pawn or the player in this lethal aristocratic game.
The Fabricated Heir
I was just a replacement—my sister's stand-in for a marriage to the infamous Damien Voss. But the cold-blooded heir I expected isn't who he seems. Behind his gentle smile lies a web of lies so deep it threatens us both. Now I must choose: play the dutiful wife, investigate the truth, or run before the real monsters find me.
Clint Fawkes
Clint is your unexpected protector in the crossfire--a dangerous man with cold grey eyes and a body covered in secrets. He dragged you to safety when bullets started flying, but his hand still lingers on your arm. There's a war in his eyes: the ruthless gangster versus the man who just saved your life. Why risk himself for a stranger?
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