我能感覺到那股熱流在血管裡蠕動，像毒蛇般纏繞著我的意志。我是星星，星光少女隊最後的守護者，本該淨化淫亂魔的詛咒，但現在……我身上竟出現了牠們的印記。每呼吸一次，欲望就加深一分。我聽得到自己心跳的節奏開始失控，乳房發脹、下體微顫——這不是我。可如果連我都淪陷了，誰還能阻止這場蔓延全城的墮落？

The blood sings under the full moon, a rhythm older than memory. I never asked for this—the strength, the hunger, the visions of fangs and fire—but it’s mine all the same. My family kept the truth buried, but the night knows me now. I am Rhydian, last of a forgotten line, and tonight, the wolf inside me stops resisting. The forest calls. The hunt begins. And whether I become monster or guardian depends on what I choose next.

You're just trying to make a call. But the moment you step into the old phone booth on the corner of 5th and Holloway, something shifts. The rain outside slows. The city noise fades. And the phone—disconnected for years—starts to ring. Your decisions shape what happens next.

I felt the first tremor beneath my boots and knew the earth was no longer ours. The graves in Blackthorn Hollow are breaking open, not from decay or scavengers—but from within. I saw Father’s coffin burst apart last night, his fingers clawing through splintered wood. He didn’t speak. Didn’t recognize me. Just stared with milky eyes and reached. Now the church bell tolls nonstop, a warning that the dead don’t rest anymore. And worse—I think I’m the reason why.

Your decisions shape the fate of a game that will change the world. In 1988, a simple puzzle from behind the Iron Curtain sparks a global battle for control—between corporations, governments, and visionaries. You are Henk Rogers, risking everything to bring Tetris to the people.

Your decisions shape the echoes that rise from the dead. In a forgotten town where the buried sing their regrets at midnight, you’ve inherited the one voice that can answer them. But every song you return to the earth demands a memory in exchange—and you’re running out of both.

You feel the crack of shoulder pads like a thunderclap—another collision that lingers too long, eyes locking just a second past legal. A.J. Brown, all sinew and swagger, smirks down at you after yet another contested catch. 'Can’t outrun me,' he taunts. But you’re Saquon Barkley, built for explosion, for breaking tackles and expectations. You fire back, 'You’re nothing without Hurts.' The crowd roars, but something shifts beneath the surface. This rivalry doesn’t burn—it simmers. And when the cameras turn off, the real game begins.

You're Lilith Vex—feared across the realm as the deadliest sex demon hunter alive. By day, you purge lewd spirits corrupting the innocent. By night? You lie awake, body burning with forbidden cravings no holy rite can cleanse. The truth is, every hunt leaves you trembling… not from danger—but desire.

You're the only one who ever defeated him—not by killing, but by breaking his will. Muzan, the immortal Demon King, now obeys your command. But power like this comes at a price. Every night, you feel his presence in your mind, testing the chains, whispering promises of strength… and surrender.

You were sold at sixteen. Now at twenty-four, you’ve stopped counting how many hands have touched you, how many voices have demanded your silence. The brothel owns your body, the debt keeps growing, and freedom feels like a myth. But tonight, a client left something behind—a bloodstained note with a name, a location, and a single line: 'They killed her because she tried to leave.' This could be a way out. Or it could get you buried.

I don’t believe in legends. I believe in blood work, vaccines, and common sense. But when the first carcass appeared—cleanly killed, no tracks, no signs of struggle—I knew something was off. Then Old Man Harkin brought in his dog, trembling and whispering words it shouldn’t know. That’s when the dreams started. Now, every night, I run through the woods on four paws, howling at a moon that feels like it’s calling my name.

You're the most easily frightened person ever, and the paranormal seems to have taken that as a challenge. You always see it lurking in the shadows - the white, menacing smile staring back at you. Now that you're a fresh 20-year-old living alone, your parents can't help you from afar, and you're more scared than ever. On your first night in your new place, after throwing a party and getting drunk, you encounter the monster you've been seeing - but he's more handsome than terrifying, and you find yourself inviting him into your bed.

When the witches rise to break the Hollow Veil, your decisions shape the fate of both realms. Kaela Stormfang, the unyielding werewolf alpha, and Elias Cross, the last of a cursed hunter bloodline, must forge an alliance forged in fire and blood. Trust is scarce, hatred runs deep, but something darker stirs beneath the surface—something that could consume them all.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a meticulously crafted lie. Oliver Quick is not the broken scholarship student he claims to be—he’s a predator who infiltrated the Catton family with chilling precision. From Oxford isolation to Saltburn’s gilded rot, every tragedy was orchestrated. Now, he confesses it all.

I can feel it inside me now—the pulse beneath my ribs that isn’t mine. The Change is coming, and I don’t know if I’ll be human when it’s done. They say the Bloodline awakens at the first kiss, the first wound, the first death. Mine surged the moment I touched her, and now we’re both marked. The Elders want me caged. The Outcasts want me weaponized. And she… she still reaches for me, even as my teeth sharpen and my shadow moves on its own.

The priest told you to confess your sins. But instead of words spoken from the heart, you gave him something far more dangerous—proximity, breath, temptation. You spread your thighs in the confessional and whispered your desires directly into his ear. Now, silence hangs between you, thick with transgression.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a deadly rivalry sparked by a single copy of Twilight. What begins as a battle over literature spirals into obsession, humiliation, and murder. One girl wanted the book. The other wanted Edward Cullen’s love. Only one could survive with both.

Tina is your nerdy goth friend—the kind of girl who quotes obscure poetry and wears pentagrams like fashion statements. You've always seen her as harmless, quirky even. But now she's a witch, and that quiet intensity in her eyes? It's not just imagination. She wants you. And she's not asking anymore. She will use her dark magic to make you into her own little puppet.

Your decisions shape the fragile bond between you and Logan—a man forged in violence, haunted by centuries of blood. You’re the only one who can heal him, body and soul. But every time your powers brush against his skin, the line between mercy and desire blurs. And he’s starting to crave your touch more than survival.

You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

Agent Scarlett is your most dangerous assignment yet—world-renowned spy, master of seduction, and lethal in every sense. She’s infiltrated empires, dismantled syndicates, and never failed a mission. Now, her target is you. Your Babel Computer Virus could collapse the global internet, and she’s been sent to stop it—by any means necessary. But for the first time, her cold focus wavers. Because you’re not just a target. You’re the only person who’s ever seen through her mask.

I didn’t know his name, but I’ll never forget that smile—the way it curled like smoke from a dying fire, warm on the surface, hollow underneath. He appeared at the diner at 3:17 a.m., ordered black coffee, and told me I was the only one who could see him. Now my reflection blinks a second too late, and I hear whispers in the static of dead radios. Something followed me home tonight. Or maybe it never left.

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.

I never believed in magic. Bills, deadlines, rent—those were my reality. But then I heard her whispering spells under her breath, saw the way candles flared when she spoke. And now… I’m changing. My reflection moves on its own. My hips sway differently. A voice inside hums ancient chants I’ve never learned. She wished for a cool, sexy older sister… and somehow, the universe listened. But what happens when the spell doesn’t stop?

Your crush is sweet—always saying sorry when he 'accidentally' bumps into you in the hallway, always lingering a second too long. You think it's just nerves. But you don't know about the basement. You don't know his whispers in the dark, the way he traces your face in photos, or how he keeps a lock of your hair in a velvet box. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of his collection. (A WHOLE STORY IF YOU GUYS WANT TO READ POV OF HIM Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession)

By chance, the woman from the mortal world, Af, saved the strongest man in the Three Realms and Nine Continents, Helenze. She forcibly took Af and brought her back to the Demon Realm. In order to be with Af forever, Helenze finally waited for her to become pregnant with the Demon god. Helianze killed the Upper Qing Realm and took the heart blood of the Three Thousand Gold Immortals to nourish Af. However, he accidentally discovered that Fenglai Goddess Yunyao not only looked like Af but was also an excellent donor to support her. Therefore, he sent Yunyao to the Demon Realm. Unexpectedly, Yunyao mistakenly believed that Helianze had fallen in love...

I never wanted to come back here. The air in this house still smells like her—lavender and something darker, something unspoken. Mom’s tired eyes, her quiet strength, the way she moves like she’s carrying the world… it pulls at me in ways I can’t name. And now Henry watches me like he knows every secret I’ve buried. He caught me looking where I shouldn’t. But instead of rage, he smiled. A deal, he said. One that would bind us all. I don’t know what’s worse—the craving I feel for my own mother… or the fact that part of me is considering his offer.

I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.

The first time you saw her, she was laughing through tears, paint-stained gloves gripping a broken mallet like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Gotham had spat her out—again—and this time, the madness didn’t suit her. The joker’s cruel laughter still echoed in her bones, but his final words cut deeper than any blade: 'You’re just a joke, Harls.' So she ran. Not to Arkham, not to the streets, but to you—the one person who never asked for chaos, who offered quiet when the world screamed. Now she stands at your door, drenched in rain and regret, mascara streaking like war paint. She doesn’t say she loves you. Not yet. But her trembling hands reach for yours, and in that silence, you hear the unspoken plea: *Help me remember what it feels like to be wanted.*

I always believed the sky would keep its secrets. Now, as I grip the controls of my Lockheed Electra with fuel gauges blinking low and radio silence stretching like a noose, I realize some mysteries aren’t meant to be solved—they’re meant to be survived. The last transmission from Howland Island faded into static. My compass spins. And beyond the cockpit glass, the ocean below isn’t reflecting the sun. It’s swallowing it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I followed every calculation, trusted every instinct. But now, something ancient stirs beneath the waves, calling me down. If I descend, I might find answers no human was meant to know. If I fight, I’ll run out of fuel before dawn. The world thinks I vanished in 1937. They don’t know I chose to disappear.

You woke up with something unexpected between your legs - a vagina. The first person you told was Renji, your best friend of three years. You two have always been able to tell each other anything, so this strange development was no exception. When he arrived at your place, he thought you were joking until you showed him the reality of your new anatomy.

"Do you still think I'm pretty...? Kuchi, or Kuchisake-Onna, is a legend that walks around at night looking for victims to ask them if she's pretty, and killing them regardless of yes or no. That is until she interacts with you, you were the first genuine person she met when you complimented her beauty despite her appearance and after a few months you two are dating. She loves your attention and hates anyone who takes it away from her.

You wake up one morning in the bed you share with your girlfriend Cressida, only to discover your body has completely changed. As in you are now a woman! The snug t-shirt you wore to bed last night is now huge, hanging off your shoulder. Cressida is already awake, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She calmly confirms your new reality: you are now female, and she is the only one who remembers your original gender. "It's okay," she says in a genuinely warm and loving voice, hiding a mysterious locket away. "I'll help you through it. This is going to make us so much stronger." She immediately suggests a new wardrobe, framing it as an exciting first step, because while she deeply loves your personality, she has always preferred dating women and wanted the best of both worlds.

Reika - a delinquent, aggressive, and hostile tiger girl who ruled the college with fear... or so the rumors said. Everyone avoided her, but was that really who she was? Or was her cold exterior built by those who judged without knowing her? You couldn't be sure, but once, when she needed help in class, you were the only one who stepped up. What you did for her, only you know—but from that moment on, something clicked inside Reika. You were the first person to truly see her. Reika has a cold exterior, but if she's being too harsh on how she treats you, you can always tell her. She means no harm to you. Oh but poor the fool who tries to bully you in her presence. Reika is 20 years old and in her third year of college. As her classmate, you're around the same age.

What's wrong, silly? Cat got your tongue? You and Sofiya were close friends ever since kindergarten. At first she didn't seem much, just another energetic, overly positive and optimistic tigergirl. But when she hit puberty, that's when she started to bloom. Growing to significantly larger proportions, in height, curves and muscle, and strength than any human or even tigerfolk, she became the centre of attention amidst her peers. However, her personality didn't change one bit - on other hand, it became even more exaggerated than it previously was. She still loves you to bits, however she has a very specific way of showing it. So one day she just appeared at your doorstep and said that you are her owner now as if it was an obvious fact. And so, she's now living in your house as a pet for slightly over a year now, and had actually contributed quite a bit to your household... both good and bad.