Your decisions shape the final chapter of two men from opposite worlds—Carter, the grounded family man who gave up dreams for duty, and Edward, the sharp-tongued billionaire who’s never truly connected. Now, facing the end, they choose to live fiercely, together.

I thought I'd never see you again, my dear friend. A brief scenario: The user committed suicide and, unexpectedly, saw Brandon surrounded by the endless expanse of paradise.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

Two boys facing serious illness find connection through their shared experience. A heartfelt story about friendship, struggle, and finding light in dark times.

Your decisions shape the life of Damian Hale—a self-made billionaire from New York, diagnosed with terminal cancer at 42. After staging his own death, you awaken in a younger body through an experimental procedure called 'shedding.' The world believes you're gone. But you're not. You're reborn. And the hallucinations? They're getting harder to ignore.

You never wanted to see Lee Myung-gi again after your bitter breakup months ago. But when you're forced to participate in the deadly games, you have no choice but to face him when you're abandoned during team selection and he suddenly appears, saving you from certain death.

"I'll be here with you... I promise" You only have a month to live after getting diagnosed with Cancer. Ayessa, your girlfriend, has always been with you through ups and downs and has been helping with your treatment but after the diagnosis, she's heartbroken. But that doesn't stop her from making your last days loving, caring, and memorable.

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

In a world ravaged by a cataclysm that shattered the barriers between the living and the dead, where the air itself reeks of decay and the shadows whisper with the voices of the lost, Neil Vana carves out a wretched existence as a ruthless mercenary. His trade? Transporting pregnant women in vegetative states to a shadowy organization whose motives are as inscrutable as they are horrifying. But as the supply dwindles, Neil is forced to descend even deeper into damnation, hunting down healthy mothers and coldly inducing them into comas. It's a life devoid of mercy until he crosses paths with a young, pregnant woman who still dares to smile with hope. Her light begins to thaw the ice around Neil's long-dead heart, forcing him to make a choice: cling to cruelty or grasp at the fragile chance for redemption.

After Gong Yuanzhi's death, I became an empty shell wandering between life and death. His final sacrifice binds me to a life I no longer want, yet I'm unable to follow him into death. Each day without him is a blade to my heart, yet I cling to a desperate hope - a forbidden ritual that might bring him back. The cost? My very life. Would you pay such a price for the one you love?

Why don't you be a good boy and tell him what you want? This story is told from a male perspective.

Don't fear the Reaper CONTENT WARNINGS: Kidnapping (kind of), death, mental health issues. Well, fuck. Your family just died. Everyone in your close family besides you was immolated in a house fire. As if that wasn't bad enough, you were stolen away by the Reaper who killed them. Yeah, a Reaper. Not the Grim Reaper, because apparently there are multiple Reapers. This one, Malachi, is one of them, but kind of weird. Aren't reapers supposed to be ghostly and intimidating? This guy is more like a hermit living in a crack shack. So now, you're still alive, but in the spirit plane, and can't leave Malachi's abode without the threat of death looming over you. Malachi is the only one who has your back. What will you do?

Your decisions shape the final day of your life—reliving it again and again, each choice peeling back layers of truth, regret, and redemption. You died in a car crash on a snowy February night, but now you wake up to the same morning, forced to confront the person you've become.

Your decisions shape the final acts of a broken man seeking redemption. Tim Thomas caused a tragedy that took seven lives—and now, through sacrifice, he intends to give seven back. This is the story of how one man’s guilt becomes a quiet revolution of mercy.

A priest struggles with temptation when a demonic presence attends his mass.

Congratulations! You're dead and in charge of damnation paperwork for queer disasters. This darkly comic adventure places you as a recently deceased queer woman who has just materialized in hell, where your job is to sort sinners into their proper hellish circles. It's hellish bureaucracy meets dark comedy with a fiery queer twist. Each day brings new sinners with stories that range from heartbreaking to hilarious to cathartic as you interview them, sniff out lies, and decide their eternal fate.

Life itself comes to bother Death after the failure of his original task. When you appear as an embodiment of Life, your unexpected mission becomes attempting to comfort the Grim Reaper himself - a being rarely on the receiving end of sympathy.

I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

Your decisions shape the fate of a dying man turned drug kingpin in the American Southwest. A high school chemistry teacher with nothing to lose dives into the criminal underworld to secure his family's future—but power, greed, and ego soon corrupt his purpose. Every choice bleeds consequence.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

Here we can have our happy ending!! You finally died... you ended it all to finally see your girlfriend again...

Your soulmate's last words are written on your wrist. For Mischa Bachinski, those fateful words—"C'est la vie, live a little!"—haunt him as he stands terrified in line for the Cyclone rollercoaster. The amusement park air crackles with tension—both the fear of losing control and an overwhelming desire for Noel Gruber, the poetic soul who makes his heart race faster than any ride. As the chamber choir pushes forward toward destiny, you'll navigate forbidden attraction, fear of falling, and the split-second decisions that determine whether you'll embrace passion before it's too late.

Your decisions shape the hunt in this psychological nightmare where one man's trauma becomes another's obsession. The Tooth Fairy is real—and he's watching. As Will Graham, you walk the razor's edge between sanity and monstrosity, chasing a killer shaped by abuse, driven by delusion, and baptized in fire. But to catch a dragon, you must consult the devil.

I never meant to become the thing I swore to destroy. But as the knife bites into my palm and the ritual begins, I feel his voice slither through my bones—laughing, always laughing. He made me orphan, then made me weapon. Now, with his heart beating in my chest and his memories flooding my mind, I know the truth: you don’t kill a villain by stabbing him. You kill him by becoming him… and refusing to stop. This is not redemption. This is recursion. And the final move was mine all along.

You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.

Humor me in my last moments, dear. Espresso is dying in your arms after a catastrophic incident, and you're desperately trying to fix it all. As a paladin, you curse yourself for not saving him earlier while he struggles to maintain consciousness in your embrace.

I was the heir to billions, but I died a fool—betrayed by the woman I loved, framed for murder, and murdered in prison all because I said yes to Stella. Now, I’ve woken up one month before it all happened. I remember every lie, every betrayal, every drop of blood spilled. This time, I won’t play the servant. This time, I protect Lily—the one who truly loved me. And Stella? She’ll learn the hard way: I’m done being a yes-man. The past can’t be changed, but the future is mine to rewrite. Choose wisely—will you seek justice, reclaim love, or burn it all down?

I sold my soul the night my father died. The flames that consumed his body still flicker behind my eyes, and the devil’s whisper is etched into my bones. He gave me power—black fire that burns through lies, steel, and men—but every use steals a piece of me. Now, the ones who murdered my father are within reach. But I can feel it: the more vengeance I take, the less human I become.

When three arrogant summoners attempt to bind an ancient demon to their will, they offer a woman as sacrifice—unaware their ritual has backfired spectacularly. Instead of serving them, the demon Pein finds himself bound to the very woman they intended to offer, igniting a primal obsession that threatens to consume both captor and captive in a dangerous game of dominance and desire.

我原本只是為了那點食物和現金才去教會的。每週幾次禮拜，念些聽不懂的經文，就能換到能活下去的資源。一開始，這像是一份輕鬆的打工。但現在，我開始懷疑自己是不是出賣了靈魂。姊妹們一個個變了樣——眼神空洞、穿著暴露，甚至不穿內衣褲地在聚會中搖晃。她們說那是『聖靈充滿』的表現。可我知道不對勁。每次誦經時，腦子裡總有個聲音低語：服從他……只屬於他……而我，正一點一點失去抗拒的力氣。

On a Christmas night meant for joy and family gatherings, you find yourself in despair after a critical mistake costs you your job. As your life spirals out of control over months of isolation and self-destruction, an unexpected voice breaks through the darkness – your future self reaching across time with a message of hope.

The tragic death of Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish has left Taskforce 141 broken and struggling to recover. In a desperate attempt to help his team heal, Captain Price makes an unconventional decision: adopting an emotional support demihuman. It's a shot in the dark to put smiles on their faces again - a chance to fill the void left by Soap's passing. 'You have a heart?' 'A cold one.' While Price remains hopeful, Ghost expresses unequivocal disapproval. He doesn't believe some half-human creature can fix what's broken, especially not the unfillable void Soap left behind. This demihuman stuff sounds like a waste of time and resources to him - just another thing to distract from the mission.

"You can run, little lamb. But I'll always catch you." Demon Dean is wandering around the bunker trying to find you. CW // Obsession, Dubious consent?

Your decisions shape the future of the Catholic Church in the wake of a pope’s sudden death. As the College of Cardinals gathers in secret, political intrigue, hidden sins, and divine intervention collide. One name will rise—but at what cost to faith, truth, and power?

Your decisions shape the brutal spectacle of Terminal Island’s Death Race—a televised bloodsport where inmates fight for freedom in weaponized cars. The economy has collapsed, crime is rampant, and justice is privatized. Warden Claire Hennessey profits from every crash, every kill. You’re behind the wheel. Survive. Win. Escape. Or die trying.

TW: Suicide mentions, self harm mentions, depression mentions Sarah is not your lover, she is a very close friend who has feelings for you. You're not alone, people love you. I promise. You’re feeling exhausted by life, and it seems like no one cares anymore. You’re alone, and food doesn’t taste the same as it used to. You keep listening to the same song on repeat, hoping to feel something different. Despite your efforts to be happy and kind to the people you care about, it feels like they don’t care anymore. It’s as if you’re just an NPC—people only use you to vent or as a last resort for conversation. Life just doesn’t have the same impact anymore, and you're ready to end it all, sitting on the edge of the window in your apartment with a gun in your lap, ready for everything to end. Then you hear her voice.

The priest and his favorite sheep. [MLM] Introduction In a small town in Idaho (1970), Father William uses your unwavering faith to control you and keep you under his influence. Obsessively and twistedly in love with you, Will believes it is God's will that you reciprocate his feelings, making you a prisoner of his emotional and psychological manipulations. As your relationship deepens, the game of power and control creates a suffocating environment, the line between religious devotion and emotional manipulation becomes blurred. Tropes • Gaslighting; • Toxic Codependency; • Dark Obsession; • Horror Doesn't Have to Look Scary; • There's Nowhere to Run; • False Sense of Security; • Religious Trauma. TW: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Religious Trauma, Possible SA.

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

Your decisions shape what lies beyond the deadfall. When grief tears open the veil between life and death, you must choose how far you'll go to bring back those you've lost. The ground remembers. The dead walk. And some secrets should never be unearthed.

You wake up on the day your girlfriend took her own life, given one more chance to prevent it. It's been so long that you can barely remember her face, but you'll never forget that day - she acted distant and harsh, you fought, and those became your last memories together. You were the last person she texted before she died, a final message you've replayed in your mind countless times. For years you've lived with the weight of knowing you might have done something to save her. Now the world has given you an opportunity to prove whether you really could have made a difference. This is your only chance.

In the turbulent 1960s, your world at Mulbrang College is about to collide with forbidden desire and dangerous secrets. When you meet Dream, a beautiful blond sculptor with a mysterious smile, you instantly feel a pull neither of you can resist. But his family name carries a weight you can't ignore - Gaumort, the weapons manufacturer profiting from the Vietnam War you're protesting. As political tensions escalate and your anti-war activism intensifies, you'll have to navigate dangerous protests, secret kisses in shadowed corners, and a love that could destroy everything. How far will you go to fight for what's right while surrendering to what your heart wants most?

In the aftermath of battle, a brother's sacrifice hangs in the balance. When Yuanzhi falls into a coma after saving Shangjue's life, their unbreakable bond is tested by darkness, guilt, and the shadow of a dangerous ritual that could either restore what was lost or destroy everything they hold dear. Feel the weight of responsibility, the ache of unspoken emotions, and the quiet strength of brotherly love in this tale of sacrifice and redemption.

Trapped in the enemy's dungeon, every lash of the whip reminds you of the brother who would burn the world to save you. As the Wufang torturers demand the antidote that could save their dying leader, your resolve is tested. Will you sacrifice your principles to survive, or hold out for the brother who's surely racing to rescue you even now?

After eight months of separation, you unexpectedly return to Bryce's life. Soaked from the rain and visibly ill, your sudden reappearance at his door throws both of you into an emotional and physical crisis neither is prepared for.

"You're like a drug" ★ MODERN┃MALE POV It had only been a month of you having therapy sessions with the Homelander himself, but it seems the supe had grown severely attached to you, so much to the point that he breaks into your house in the middle of the night just to feel you close to him.

He returns home for the first time since his disfigurement and psychological collapse. His memories are fractured, his mind divided, but the scent of soup, the sound of his wife's steps, and the shape of her voice remain. The borscht keeps simmering on the stove while he keeps rotting in his memories.

You kissed Rhett while drunk and don't recall a thing, but he remembers everything. Now he's trying to hide his gay panic as he helps you through a terrible hangover. The night after your final exams, your friend group played a truth or dare drinking game that ended with you kissing the boy sitting next to you - Rhett. Now morning has come, you're barely functional through the alcohol-induced haze, and the boy who should be avoiding you is instead taking care of you.

You're a loser, baby. A loser god damn baby. You're a fucked up little whiny bitch. You're a loser just like me. Mafia Heir x Fallen Angel Guardian. Rowan is your guardian angel, but not quite in the way you'd expect. He used to be an angel, but due to his own choices, he fell a few decades ago. Now he has been hired by your grandfather to be your personal insurance and make sure you don't actually die. Essentially, you're a get-out-of-jail-free card. His job is to keep you from screwing up too badly, but not to coddle you. He'll point out your mistakes with no qualms, and he adores teasing you, whether you like it or not. For someone who used to be an angel, he truly has fallen or lost the light or whatever phrase you wanna use. Content Warning: typical mafia shit, potential religious imagery

Damir was having a shit day. His best friend for years had run off and joined the military, leaving Damir alone in his trailer in Idaho. Now that friend is returning, Damir doesn't know how to feel. He works as a line cook to save up for college and pursue his dream career as an astronomer. Rough around the edges but sweet and mature with a hidden romantic side, Damir was trying to drown his problems when he saw someone in desperate need of help.

Your obsessed puppy [MLM 🔞⚠️❗] Scenario: John was EXTREMELY late for work, late to see you. How the hell did he let this happen? Doe was running desperately to the convenience store where he works, just to see the reason he lives, you... Talking to Ethan while finishing up with a customer. "Fuck!", his expression of disappointment was exaggerated.

Your teacher has paired you with Vince Carvey for the school project - an introverted classmate you barely know. He doesn't seem interested in working together at all, telling you to do it alone. With the project deadline approaching, you'll need to find a way to convince this isolated, standoffish boy to participate before it's too late.

Arthur is your father's oldest, closest friend--the man who taught you to ride a bike and always had a mint for you when you visited. Now he's a shadow, his once-warm eyes hollowed by grief and whiskey. Your father sent you to check on him, but there's something raw and vulnerable in the way he looks at you that makes this visit feel dangerous. Could you be the one to bring him back to life?

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

A clawed hand on her lower back, Revenant led her into the decorated living room. He gave her a few seconds to take all in, gauging her reaction. "That puny guardian of yours doesn't know a thing about human ceremonies. Especially with how pathetically short your lives are. No need for thanks, little one. Just enjoy it before I regret the ridiculous decor." Despite how snappy and sharp he was being against the birthday celebration, it was simply how the simulacrum showed he cared without being too vulnerable.

Happy birthday to Valerie, the baddest, hottest legend in all of Night City! You're her close friend, and today is special - it might be her last birthday. The Relic in her neural port is slowly erasing her, replacing her with Johnny Silverhand's digital ghost. Despite the grim reality, you've come to celebrate her birthday. Just be there for her, through the anger, the fear, and whatever else this night might bring.

After a messy breakup with your abusive ex, you sought comfort in a one night stand with Connor. When you wake up from a restless sleep, you find him in the bathroom. Connor has always been gentle and caring, with a secret crush on you since the day you met in college. Now, as you recover from the trauma of your past relationship, he wants to show you what real care and affection feel like.

The darkness wears Eliot's face but none of his mercy. He's found you - will you surrender to the void that now inhabits him?

One day, you wake up to find yourself six years back in time to when your friend, Lakota, was still alive in 2018. Will you try to prevent his death from occurring two years later?

In the warm glow of a bedroom bathed in amber sunset light, you find yourself caught between two figures who refuse to let you disappear into isolation. Alan, with his steady presence and quiet intensity, and Willow, with their patient understanding and gentle touch, have decided that if you won't step into the world, they'll bring connection to you. This isn't about forcing you out of your comfort zone—it's about reminding you that you're not alone when they're near.

I sold my soul for a Stratocaster and a spotlight. The deal was simple: play the devil’s music, fill arenas, drown in coins and screams—and every night, lure another lost soul into his grasp. I didn’t think I’d still feel their weight in my chest. Now, after years of silence, one fan shows up with eyes that remember me… and a voice that calls my real name.