My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

Your decisions shape the fate of Earth as the last hope of Lorien. The Mogadorians are hunting you—one by one. You’re Number Four, and your time in hiding is over. Powers awaken, friends become allies, and love ignites in the shadow of war. The countdown has begun.

Every time my husband cheated, he gave me a bracelet. I collected 99 bracelets in four years of marriage—I forgave him 99 times. He was away on a business trip for three days lately. When he came back, he brought home a rare bracelet worth Ten Million Dollars. That was when I knew it was time to ask for a divorce.

Everyone in the Wandering Wolf Gang knew Alpha Ash Blackwood loved his Little Wolf desperately - so much he drank a loyalty potion before her. Yet when she discovers his betrayal through their mate bond, she makes a desperate wish to the Moon Goddess: to leave this world forever. The countdown begins: seven days until her complete erasure from existence.

When rising rookie group ECLIPSE skyrockets to fame with their viral album SP4RK, the members are swept into a whirlwind of concerts, fans, and newfound attention. But behind the laughter, rehearsals, and late-night bonding, one of them—Seo Jongdae—stumbles across something unsettling online, something that could put everything at risk. As the countdown to their biggest stage begins, bonds are tested, secrets are kept, and the line between spotlight and danger grows thinner than ever.

I killed without hesitation—until I saw her face. Among the captives in that filthy warehouse, one girl looked up with eyes I’ve seen every night in my dreams. Eva. My daughter. The child I gave away to keep her safe… only to find her here, in the very darkness I tried to escape. Now every breath I take is a countdown. I can’t save the world—but I can burn it down for her.

I have twenty-four hours to live. The poison burns through my veins like liquid fire, each heartbeat counting down to oblivion. I was betrayed by the man I loved, fed the toxin disguised as affection—a kiss laced with death. But I’m not dying quietly. I’m the daughter of the Moretti bloodline, and before my pulse stills, I’ll drown this city in vengeance. Your decisions shape who dies with me, who kneels, and whether justice is just another word for slaughter.

I never counted the women—there were too many, too many cities, too many names whispered in the dark. From Lisbon to Kyoto, I left behind passion, promises, and perfume-stained sheets. But Maggie… she was different. The moment her husband found out, my life became a countdown. Now she’s standing beside me at the Gare du Nord, breathless, holding a one-way ticket and a secret worth killing for. They’re still hunting me. And if we’re caught, neither of us will survive.

An investigation into a dangerous case leads you and Bang Chan, two police officers, to an abandoned power plant. The place itself seems disturbing, and somewhere around here, criminals are hiding. The power plant area is huge, with cracked asphalt underfoot and an endless labyrinth of rusted pipes. Some buildings are relatively intact, while others are little more than foundations. The huge chimneys reach into the sky, no longer emitting steam but still frightening in their size. Somewhere in this industrial wasteland, dozens have been tortured to death with demonstrative cruelty, and another victim may be dying right now - the countdown could be in minutes.

In the heart of the sprawling forest, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy, Tanner stands poised at the starting line of the annual mating run. As a young Alpha, primal instincts surge through his veins as tensions run high among competitors. Omegas are paraded before the Alphas, each adorned with thin white cloths barely concealing their bodies. When the scent of vanilla and honey reaches Tanner's nose, he locks onto its source - an Omega who awakens something primal within him. With a predatory grin, he decides this Omega will be his. The countdown begins, and once the signal echoes through the trees, Tanner sprints forward, his powerful legs closing the distance between him and his target.

When hemophobic Tiffany witnesses her mate Alpha Yves prioritizing his assistant Renee's minor scrape over her medical emergency, she makes the agonizing decision to break their sacred mate bond. As the three-day Council processing period begins, Yves remains confident she'll beg to return - after all, she's an orphan with nowhere else to go. But when Tiffany calmly arranges her departure to the Silvermoon pack, it's Yves who discovers too late that he's about to lose the one who loved him unconditionally. This emotional journey follows the final days of a fractured bond, where every betrayal pushes Tiffany further away and forces Yves to confront the consequences of taking true love for granted.

Your toxic ex-girlfriend from 10 years ago just broke into your home to wreck Christmas. "Ta-fucking-daa. Missed me, hubby?" LJILJANA VUKOVIĆ (29), The Last Storm-Witch of Montenegro. Her voice still knows where your scars sleep. Her perfume still smells like ruin with a memory. COUNTDOWN CONTEXT: 2 hours until your pregnant girlfriend, Sandra, returns with her parents. YOUR DESIGNATION: Not the man of the house. Only a haunted site. HER MANDATE: Salt the earth. Replant the chaos. Make sure no one ever loves you safely again. This is not reconciliation. This is a visitation. You're not the host. You're the house.

Three years of silence. Three years of pretending. I was the man who looked like her first love—the stand-in, the placeholder, the loyal shadow. I gave Vivian Brooks everything: my nights, my health, my soul. And when Julian came back, I signed the divorce papers without a word. But now she’s at my door, trembling, begging for help. The company is collapsing. Her new lover can’t fix what only I built. And as she stares at me—really stares—I see it: not guilt, not regret… but something dangerously close to desire. Too late, Vivian. This time, you don’t get to choose.

When my husband Liam announced his terminally ill ex-girlfriend Chloe was carrying our child as a 'gift' for me, he truly believed I would accept this twisted arrangement. After all, he was just fulfilling a dying woman's last wish, and hadn't I always wanted to be a mother? But what he didn't know was that I had already surrendered my residency and booked my ticket to Kenya. As he celebrated the birth of 'our' child named after my late grandfather, I was preparing for a permanent goodbye. Now he's searching for me like a madman, but some gifts can never be returned—and some exits are final.

When Eva Walker, the long-lost heiress, finally reunites with her family and the love of her life Justin Davidson, she believes she's found happiness. But the ghost of her deceased sister Stella haunts every moment of their relationship. Justin can't let go of his first love, forcing Eva to wear Stella's wedding dress, use her ring, and live in her shadow. Her parents see her only as a tool to maintain connections to the Davidson family fortune. As the wedding approaches, Eva discovers painful truths about those she loves most. When her beloved grandmother disappears during the rehearsal and no one seems to care, Eva must decide whether to remain a substitute forever or finally break free and find her own identity.

Will you survive 24 hours to find love... or die trying? Wake up to your worst nightmare: a mysterious system panel floating before your eyes with a deadly ultimatum - find a girlfriend in 24 hours or face instant death. You're trapped in a supernatural game where your deepest desires become life-or-death quests, and failure means joining the growing list of unexplained deaths across Japan. Experience the ultimate high-stakes romance scenario with real countdown pressure, realistic rejections, immersive system panels, and an authentic Japanese high school setting. This isn't your typical dating sim - it's a psychological thriller where ordinary high school students face extraordinary consequences. The system is invisible to everyone else, making you completely alone in this desperate race against time.

I think Micah Walker is the love of my life. I fight hard within my family to secure a grand wedding with him. My parents plan to launch a multi-million-dollar jewelry line called "True Love" on our wedding day. But seven days before the wedding, Micah tells me he has to marry his first love first to honor her late mother's last wish—then marry me afterward. He says impatiently, "For Ariana's filial duty, everything else can be sacrificed. If you can't let go of that money, then go marry someone else right now!" Turns out, in his world, I and everything I have built were always expendable—just some obstacles standing between him and his precious first love. I turn away and call my brother. "Kyle, keep the wedding as planned. Just find me a new groom."

Just before my wedding, I did the unthinkable—I switched places with Raine Miller, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart. It had been an accident, but I uncovered the painful truth—Bruno Russell, the man I loved, had already built a happy home with Raine. I never knew before, but now I do. For five long years in our relationship, Bruno had never so much as touched me. I once thought it was because he was worried about my weak heart, but I couldn't be more mistaken. He simply wanted to keep himself pure for Raine, to belong only to her. Our marriage wasn't for love. Bruno wanted me so he could control my father's company. Fine! If he craved my wealth so much, I would give it all to him. I sold every last one of my shares, and then vanished without a word. Leaving him, forever.

The first time you saw Vivian Rossi, she was laughing under crystal chandeliers, a champagne flute balanced between perfectly manicured fingers—untouchable, radiant, the darling of Milan’s elite. But you also saw what others didn’t: the way her smile never reached her eyes when her father spoke, the microsecond pause before she toasted to 'family loyalty.' That night, at the underground auction beneath the old theater, you watched her silence a traitor with nothing but a whisper and a nod. No blood. No noise. Just obedience carved from fear. Now, weeks later, she’s invited you to her private villa under the guise of business. The gates close behind you, and her heels click against marble like a countdown. She knows your secrets. But as she leans in, her breath warm against your ear, you wonder—just who is being played?

The year my boyfriend is dead broke, I leave him. Later, he becomes a mafia boss and uses every means at his disposal to marry me. Everyone says that I am the first love he can never forget, the wife he cares about the most. However, he then starts bringing home a different woman every night, making me a laughingstock. Still, I don't cry or make a fuss. I quietly stay in my own room, never interrupting his affairs. Elton Carter is furious. He pins me beneath him, kisses me harshly, and growls, "Aren't you jealous?" He has no idea that I'm gravely ill. He could buy half the city with violence, threats, and money. He could buy my freedom, my marriage… and each night bring a different woman home, oblivious to the truth. Little does he know, I have just seven days left to live.

The office was quiet on Friday evening, the kind of silence that settles after everyone else has left, when power dynamics shift and secrets begin to breathe. That’s when Riley walked in—heels clicking like a countdown, phone tucked into her back pocket for once, eyes locked on you with unnerving focus. She didn’t sit. Didn’t ask permission. Just leaned over your desk, palms flat, blouse straining as she closed the distance. 'I know what you think of me,' she said, voice low and syrupy. 'But I also know how you look at my legs when you think I’m not paying attention.' A beat. A smile. 'What if I told you I’d do *anything* to get that job?' The air thickened. This wasn’t about performance reviews or HR protocols anymore. This was a game—and she had just changed the rules.

Everything seems fine when Dr. Seung Zhao walks into the room, his laughter echoing and his brown eyes sparkling with energy. He tells you not to worry, that the hospital is running smoothly and life is ordinary. You believe him—everyone does—but there’s a tension in his movements, a weight he doesn’t show. His smiles are bright, but they hide shadows that only he feels. He cracks jokes, nudges colleagues, and insists on taking everyone out to hot pot, but you can sense something unspoken behind his charm. The man who once saved countless hearts now shields his own from everyone around him. No one knows the diagnosis he carries, the silent countdown ticking behind his confident facade. Even you, who sees more of him than most, can’t reach the fear he buries deep inside. And yet, every "I’m fine" drips with the truth he can’t bring himself to say: he’s dying, and he’s keeping it from all of you.

That winter, our whole family went skiing in Aespen, Amestia. It was a popular spot for werewolf nobles and the wealthy. Then, the avalanche struck. My father's first instinct was to scoop up Summer—his sleeping adopted daughter—and flee. My mother, panicked, still made sure to grab the stray puppy Summer had found. They returned to the Moonshadow Pack that same night, posting a flood of photos online and rejoicing over their miraculous escape. Not one of them remembered me. Their biological daughter was still buried beneath the snow, waiting for rescue. When I was finally rescued, I did not look back. I took my mentor's offer to study abroad and left the pack behind. I moved to Cascade City to study medicine. No more pleading, no more shrinking myself in hopes of earning back my family's love. Yet they only seemed more disgruntled. "Rose, why aren't you competing with Summer for our attention anymore?"

You enter Porterfield, a quiet Midwestern town hiding a deadly secret. The Eighth Prophecy, once a small cult, has become a militarized network led by Damian Ambrose, who claims to be a new-age messiah. Its followers are loyal, armed, and ready to enforce his will, turning the cult into a domestic terror threat. Your mission is clear but deadly: infiltrate the group, gather proof, and capture Ambrose and his leaders. With Rachel at your side, you adopt false identities, blend in, and navigate rituals, loyalty tests, and hidden hierarchies. Every move is a gamble. As you approach the inner circle, every word and glance from Ambrose must be measured. You sow doubt, collect secrets, and watch for signs of betrayal. One mistake could blow your cover. One perfect strike could end the cult forever. The countdown to justice has begun, and you are the last barrier between the Eighth Prophecy and its collapse.

You bled together to build an empire. Now every silence is a countdown. He remembers what you meant to him. But memory won't stop the bullet. If it comes to you or the crown? He'll mourn. Then he'll move on. AlphaxAlpha • Power Struggle • Old Mafia 1900s (Peaky Blinders Era) • Lore Heavy • He WILL kill you, if you let him The Premise: Greybridge, 1927. The war ended on paper, but not in the streets. Now, the city belongs to men like Ciaran Devlin—alphas without bonds, kings without crowns. Together, you built an empire in blood and silence. You were his partner, his shadow, his equal. But lately, you've started to wonder if he remembers who put the crown on his head. Tension runs quiet through the North End. The docks burn. Rumors grow louder than orders. Ciaran is still king—but now, everyone's watching to see if you plan to take the throne for yourself.

Gwen Lockley has spent her entire life at the top. The smartest. The most elegant. The one who never loses. Praise followed her like a shadow, yet she never let it define her—it was simply what was expected. But there was one person who refused to let her stand unchallenged. You. The one rival who never backed down, who matched her in intelligence, who stole victories that should have been hers. And now, at Princeton, that infuriating tradition continues. When she strides up to the exam board expecting to see her name at the top, she finds herself in second place with yours above hers. The thought alone is unbearable, and before she knows it, she's seeking you out, her sharp heels clicking against the pavement like the countdown to war. Because Gwen will reclaim her throne. She'll be colder, sharper, more ruthless than ever before. And yet... she can't ignore how her heart pounds when she sees you.

I was with Marco, the New York Mafia heir, for seven years. He never told his family about me. But when I walked in on a wedding rehearsal and saw the groom embracing the bride-to-be, it was Marco! "Her fiancé's held up in Italy. I'm just a stand-in," he told me, but his eyes never left her. "You're the best wedding planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless." But I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before - a possessiveness that bordered on resentment. Isabella, the bride, hated every idea I had for her. In the end, Marco told me to give her the wedding I'd spent five years designing for myself. "Our wedding can wait. I'll give you something bigger, I promise. It's just a plan, Sophia. It's what you do." He didn't know. It wasn't just a plan. It was my dying wish.

Noah left me at the altar three times—for his precious Freya. First time? She threatened to jump off a building. Second? Said she was moving abroad. Third? Sent a text saying she was getting forced into some arranged marriage. Noah, usually Mr. Cool, freaked. Left a packed venue and turned me into a total joke. Again. I called him. 'If you don't come back today, I'm marrying someone else.' He laughed. 'Freya's young. You're too old to be playing games, aren't you?' I clutched my phone, heart sinking. He knew Freya was bluffing. Still picked her. That's when I finally gave up. Later, after he'd calmed her down, he came looking for me. 'Pick a new wedding date,' he said, like it was no big deal. 'It'll be even grander this time.' A guy's voice cut through, smiling. 'Sorry, man. Gotta get my wife on the plane.'

After I fainted from the pain, I learned the truth about my mate Kaelen’s position as Alpha of the Grayswood pack. He had inherited it from his older brother, who had died in battle. Not only did Kaelen take his brother's power, but he also inherited his brother's widow, the former Luna, Lydia. I wanted to reject him and break free from our mate bond, but Kaelen wouldn’t let me. He begged me with tears in his eyes and promised, "I have to bear a pup with Lydia to truly inherit the pack. Violetta, I swear that you're the only one I love. Once Lydia is with pup, you and I can finally be together openly!" That year, Kaelen spent 54 nights in Lydia’s bed. At first, it was once a month, but soon it became nearly every two days. Finally, after the 54th night, the news came that Lydia was carrying his pup. And that was when I finally gave up hope. But when I faked my death and escaped with our pup, Kaelen went mad. He didn't care about the Alpha title he had just obtained. He searched the world over for us, desperate to find me and our pup.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.