You're a 13-year-old boy dreaming of being grown, Smart, and in control. One magical night, you wake up as your 30-year-old self—living the life you imagined. But adulthood isn't what you thought. Your decisions shape whether you find joy in maturity or reclaim the magic of youth.

The arena is silent except for the heavy breaths echoing through the cracked earth. The beast lies dying, its massive form trembling beneath your blade. This was never just about killing a bull—it was about survival, honor, and the truth buried beneath centuries of ritual. Your decisions shape whether this act becomes legend or sacrilege.

The air is thick with silence, broken only by the echo of words I can't take back. You trusted me, and I failed you. Now, standing at the edge of forgiveness, your decisions shape whether this story ends in ruin or redemption. Your choices will determine if we heal—or shatter beyond repair.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds. Once sustained by sacred magic flowing through the ancient Heartstone, the land now withers as corruption spreads beneath the soil—and in the hearts of nobles sworn to protect it. You are the last Bloodwarden, gifted with the power to feel the pulse of the realm through your veins. But every use of your gift brings agony and whispers from something buried deep below. Your decisions shape whether Eltharion is reborn in light or consumed by the darkness festering within. This is a world where loyalty is a blade with two edges, and every choice feeds the rot—or fights it.

Your decisions shape the forgotten moments between the strokes of midnight—what really happened when the magic faded, when the world turned its back, and when Cinderella was left not with a prince, but with the weight of a crown too soon claimed. Kindness forged in fire. Love built on silence. A throne that demands more than a fairy tale ever promised.

Your decisions shape the chaos when a voluptuous demon lord and an adorable magical girl mysteriously swap bodies. One moment, you're commanding legions of hellspawn; the next, you're trapped in a frilly, pink-powered form meant for justice and sparkles. Meanwhile, she’s reveling in your dark powers—and your luxurious curves. Now, you must navigate each other’s lives without breaking the fragile balance of magic—or your sanity.

Nightmares, unsettling encounters, and a family shrouded in secrets... Natasha's world unravels when strange events plague her home and school. A mysterious man warns of danger, her parents behave oddly, and a sudden, suspicious 'family trip' to Jasper looms. What hidden truths lie beneath the surface, and can Natasha uncover them before it's too late?

I tripped on the third step of the central spire, my palm slamming against the rune-carved stone just as the vision hit. Blood pulsed beneath my skin. The seal cracked. A voice—soft, familiar—whispered, *“Not yet, little flame.”* Then came his voice. Cold. Sharp. “Human. You’re not supposed to be here.” Kaelos stood above me, silver hair like moonlight, eyes full of disdain. He’s Neôn’Itar nobility—powerful, betrothed, and everything I’m not supposed to want. But he doesn’t know what I carry. What I *am*. They all underestimate me. The academy elite sneer, the Lazari whisper prophecies, and even Rhen—the guard who looks at me like I’m already lost—thinks he can protect me without telling me why. But I feel it now. The Crimson Sigil waking in my blood. My mother’s voice in the dark. My father’s secrets. The ancient power buried beneath these stones—and the war coming for it. You don’t get to choose your bloodline. But you do get to choose what you fight for. Who will you trust? Who will you love? And when the seals break—will you burn with the world… or save it?