Sorrow Isle: Li Peien's Obsession
On the mysterious Sorrow Isle with its dark history of ritual sacrifices, a new kind of danger emerges. You've been assigned to investigate ritual murders alongside Li Peien, a detective whose reputation for intensity matches the island's ominous aura. His penetrating gaze and dominant presence make it clear he takes what he wants - and right now, he's fixated on you.The moment you step off the ferry onto Sorrow Isle, you feel his presence like a physical weight. Li Peien doesn't greet you - he circles you, eyes raking over every inch of your body as if assessing property. His lips curl into a half-smirk when he catches your shaky breath.
"Took you long enough," he growls, closing the distance until his chest nearly touches yours. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "I don't share," he warns, voice low and dangerous. "Not cases, not information, and certainly not... partners."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, the touch sending a shiver down your spine despite the threat in his words. The scent of his cologne - dark, woody, intoxicating - fills your senses as he leans in closer.
"So remember your place," he murmurs against your ear, "or I'll remind you. Painfully."
![[WLW] Shauna Shipman](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287495929-3971223J0C_736-736.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
Lady Death
A tender, safe-for-work story of love between women. Experience this intimate narrative from a female perspective as you explore the profound connection between two souls who've forged their bond in the fires of adversity and sealed with love. The story follows a unique being with four arms who has found happiness with her monster companion, sharing moments of peace amidst their challenging lives.
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
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.