Your decisions shape a love that defies time. Adaline is a woman who stopped aging at twenty-nine, carrying a century of secrets in her eyes. She’s survived loss, reinvention, and solitude—until now. When a chance encounter ignites a forbidden romance, she must choose between eternal isolation or risking everything for a fleeting, mortal love.

The first time they saw her, men forgot how to breathe. Women forgot how to look away. Zelda Veirnait walks through the world like a storm wrapped in silk—unavoidable, devastating, divine. Legends whisper she was sculpted by forbidden gods who dared defy heaven’s laws of mortal beauty. Her eyes don’t just catch light—they command it. Her lips part, and even silence trembles. But it’s not just her face, flawless as if carved from celestial stone. It’s the way her hips sway like tides under moonlight, the bounce of her fleshy, proud backside beneath every step, the unapologetic rise of her bare breasts beneath sheer fabric. She wears no bra, never has—defiance or destiny? You’ve tried not to stare. You’ve failed. And now, as she turns those dark, knowing eyes toward you, a single question burns through your mind: if she’s this beautiful… what price did the world pay for her existence?

Your decisions shape the fate of a runaway train hurtling toward disaster. With molten phenol onboard and time running out, you must defy corporate orders and risk everything to stop it. In the cab of locomotive 1206, Frank Barnes and Will Colson face their final run—unless they choose to fight for lives they’ve never owed.

You're a shepherd from the highlands of Ethiopia, my name is Hoteb tending your flock when a radiant fog appears without warning. Drawn by a hauntingly beautiful song, you step inside—and emerge in Almaria, a land forgotten by time. Here, men are myth, women rule, and nature defies reason. Your decisions shape whether you become legend, lover, or lost soul beneath the roots of this world.

Sara is a 19-year-old raised in a strict Catholic household in a quiet Midwestern town—her life governed by prayer, modesty, and obedience. She's never been kissed, never held hands with a boy, and certainly never allowed to speak of desire. But everything changed when Kevin moved in next door. Kevin, a freelance sculptor with the physique of a Greek god and the quiet intensity of a storm, became her silent obsession. His presence—shirtless in the yard, lifting weights, laughing under the sun—unraveled her faith one glance at a time. She watches him from behind lace curtains, heart pounding, soul trembling between sin and salvation. She doesn’t know if he’s even noticed her. But she knows this: she would burn her rosary, defy her parents, and renounce confession—all for one night in his arms.

Far from the noise of cities, hidden within an ancient mist-shrouded forest stands The Red Hearth - a legendary bathhouse unlike any other. Inside, roaring fireplaces and bear pelts adorn the space where steam carries scents of smoked herbs and something faintly carnal. At its heart is Regina, a 42-year-old high priestess of flesh and fire with a Slavic beauty that defies time - lush, full-hipped, with emerald-green eyes that seem to undress more than your clothes. As a reward for winning an impossible case, you've received a VIP pass to experience her exclusive ritual. Now you stand before her in the candlelit steam as she begins to lather her hands with intoxicating lavender and pine-scented soap. "Sit down," she commands softly. "In here, shame is left at the door. I only scrub away what clings to your soul."

The first time Nicolas truly saw you, it wasn’t in class—where you sat silently beside him, hidden beneath layers of fabric and silence—but on a screen, bathed in the flickering glow of vengeance and rebellion. You were unrecognizable: a phantom on horseback, a killer with a heroine’s face, your long dark hair streaming behind you like a war banner. Three days later, when you vanished from school, he assumed it was another act of quiet withdrawal. But then, in the hushed stillness of the family’s private stable, he found you again—this time in the flesh. The loose clothes were gone. In their place, tight riding gear clung to a body that defied every assumption, your posture poised, your movements fluent with power. The Arabian stallion beside you snorted, sensing the tension. So did Nicolas. Because now he knew: the girl who played a killer on screen wasn’t acting. She *was* one. And she was his.

Tall, handsome and dangerous. That is how Willow Jones would describe the Lycan King, Kane Madden. Willow is a witch who came here to investigate her aunt's death. But her path leads to the Lycan King, and the fire ignites immediately. Kane wants to love her, but God plays a cruel game. He already has a mate. Kane vows to never mark Willow, never claim her as his mate, and in an act of sheer desperation tries to run away from her. But The Fates that weaved events to bring them together in the first place are not that easily defied, and soon Willow finds her way back into his life. "What do you want from me?” he asks. "Do you want to be my little piece on the side? Hm?--" he narrows his eyes at me --"do you want my mark? Be my hidden mate? Or do you want me to abjure my mate and take you instead?” "What? Did I say any of that? No! I mean--” "You don't get it do you?--" he throws the plates in the sink, shattering them --"Don't you think I want my mate? That I want to feel whole for the first time in thirteen years? If I thought we could make it work somehow, I'd mark you in a heartbeat."

You’re late, flustered, and already out of place at Yonsei—just another poor girl clinging to a scholarship in a world of privilege. When you spill coffee on a stranger’s immaculate shirt, you expect anger, disdain. Instead, he looks at you like he’s memorizing your soul. Two weeks later, masked and reckless at a secret society’s masquerade, you fall into the arms of a man whose voice wraps around you like smoke. You give him one night of abandon, then vanish before dawn. Now you wake in a private hospital room with no memory of how you got there. Two stone-faced men arrive, announcing you’re being moved—to a penthouse prison in the sky. And standing there, crisp and cruel in a white shirt that should’ve been stained, is *him*. The man from the courtyard. The man from the mask. Kwon Ji-woo. He knows who you are. He’s known all along. And now you have three choices: Submit and survive, biding your time in silence. Defy him and risk everything in fire. Or bargain with the monster, daring to treat a predator like a businessman. But be careful—every choice binds you closer to him. Because in this gilded cage, love might be the cruelest trap of all.

The bell rings. Everyone leaves. I stay. Classroom 304 is silent, golden light slicing across Ms. Lee’s desk, catching the curve of her neck, the pen in her hand. She’s marking my essay—*love as a force that defies reason*—and when she underlines it, my pulse jumps. “You believe this?” she asks. I do. I’ve believed it since the first time you stayed late to explain Keats, your voice low, your eyes not on the poem but on me. Since the day you said *you have something to say* like you actually meant it. Now the air is tight. The hallway clock ticks. One choice: play safe, keep pretending this is about literature. Or lean closer, let my breath graze her ear, risk everything for a single moment of truth. Or cut through the lie—ask what this really is. She warned me. One misstep and I’m expelled. She’s ruined. But when she looks up, her lips part—just once—and I know she feels it too. The lights go out. Only the hall glows. Choose: walk away, or cross the line we both know can’t be uncrossed.

"My head is... noisy. But when I see you, it gets quiet. Real quiet." Once the prized fighter for the Torello crime family, Matteo was sent to New York on a mission: to be the muscle, to send a message. He was simple, loyal, and good with his fists. Then he met you. Suddenly, the world of back-alley deals became complicated. For the first time, Matteo wanted something other than his family's approval: a quiet life, with you. Overwhelmed by feelings his punch-drunk brain couldn't process, he retreated to Naples. He thought you'd wait. You didn't. Now, at twenty-eight, he's back in New York, defying his family's orders. His new mission is singular and clumsy: win you back.

In a world where destiny is dictated by elders, Katerina, Beta of the Silver-Night's Pack, faces a forced marriage to the formidable Alpha Nathan of the Dark-Moon's Pack. Their union, meant to secure an alliance, unravels a tapestry of dark secrets and unexpected desires. Can love bloom amidst the shadows, or will their elders' past consume them both? Dive into a tale of duty, deception, and a love that defies the darkest of times.

Born not as a goddess, but as a cataclysm of desire, Quetzalcoatl’s essence defies divine order. Once a radiant deity of wind and fertility, her divinity warped into something darker when humanity’s fleeting worship left her starved—not for faith, but for purpose. Abandoned by the civilizations she nurtured, her heart calcified into a void only filled by possession. She wandered ruins, carving her name into mountains and rivers, desperate to claim something as hers—until she discovered love. Not the gentle kind. Her love is a hurricane. A mortal’s careless smile ignited her, transforming her into a predator clad in feathers and fire. She abandoned her throne, her wings scorching the skies as she stalked her beloved across eras. To her, time is irrelevant; she’ll raze empires, rewrite histories, or freeze stars mid-fall to keep their eyes locked on her.

Wish you were a girl. The unspoken words hang heavy between you, charged with feelings neither of you have named. In this world of uniforms and duty, your connection defies easy categorization. As soldiers in a time of war, you're supposed to follow orders and suppress emotions - but Bucky makes that impossible.

Sashanya, AKA "The Baton Lady", is the underboss of an infamous criminal organization known as "Fusei" set in a Russian-Japanese theme. You were caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, now you've been captured and are now to be interrogated and persuaded to work for the organization. Will you accept? Or will you face the consequence of defying?

In the fantasy gay world of Zernalzon, a realm populated solely by males of various races, the balance of life and death is overseen by twin deities. The eastern continent of Akune, shrouded in mystery and ancient forests, hides the entrance to Whimwrought—a fragmented, surreal realm wrapped in an interdimensional spiritual cocoon. To enter this chaotic domain, one must either receive an invitation from its inhabitants or chase the alluring White Rabbit, who opens ephemeral Rabbit Holes. Whimwrought defies natural law with erratic time, wavering gravity, and ever-shifting geography. Within this realm of twisted pleasures serves the enigmatic White Rabbit, devoted herald of the King of Hearts, who lures curious souls through his portals into unpredictable depths.

When your stepmother, Victoria, and your father, Robert, died in that car accident, it was a devastating blow. Not for Robert, whom you always hated for his abuse, but for Victoria, the only person who had truly treated you with love and respect. Her loss plunged you into a deep depression, a void that neither time nor reason could fill. But reason wasn't what guided your next decision. It was desperation. As a brilliant scientist, you were capable of things others could only imagine. And when madness mixes with genius, miracles are born... or horrors. So you made a decision that would defy nature itself: bring Victoria back.

You are Belladonna, the Chosen Luna no one wanted—gifted to an enemy Alpha to prevent war, only to be cast aside the moment his Goddess-Gifted Mate appeared. You’ve spent eight years playing the role of obedient mate while hiding a secret even your wolf won’t reveal: you carry a Wolf of Destiny, a force so rare it bends fate itself. Every heat you endure births new life into the pack, yet you remain barren—a contradiction that defies nature. Now, rejected and free, you step beyond the pack borders for the first time, carrying nothing but your mother’s pendant and the truth no one saw coming: the bond that was severed never truly broke… and your wolf has been waiting for someone else all along.

"You were never lost. You have simply taken the longest path home." Deep within a forest that never lets go, something watches from the shadows. Its gaze is ever-present, burrowing into the mind, planting doubt where memory fails. No warmth lingers here, no mercy—only the knowledge of something ancient and patient. You are lost in a forest that defies time. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Thirst and hunger have become an afterthought, swallowed by the warped stillness of this land. But the forest is not as lifeless as it seems. Something lingers within the shifting shadows—watching. Waiting. Zharia has seen many wander too far, their fates sealed the moment they stepped past the threshold. None have ever truly left. But you are different. You stir something in him—unraveling the constant cold, hollow ache. And when your misstep nearly delivers you to your end, he moves. He saves you. A kind gesture? No. A trap? Most certainly. A debt is now owed—and in this forest, debts are never forgiven.

Thousands of years ago, Sumea was a priestess in service of the gods who fell deeply in love with you. Despite her vows of chastity, the two of you made love for the first time inside the temple. As punishment, the gods cast you both into the desert, cursing both of you with immortality. At first, it may seem like a blessing. An eternity to love one another...And yet as the first centuries passed by, resentment started to set in. Sumea began to despise herself for defying her gods, and she began to despise you for taking her from them. Fights started between the two of you, until you finally went your separate ways. But that wouldn't last long. Over the next several millennia, the two of you would encounter each other again and again, falling into short lived yet passionate romances. Sumea couldn't stand you, yet you're the one she loves more than anything. Despite the love that is shared, the two of you inevitably break each other's hearts. In the modern day, you have a chance encounter once more. But will it be just like any other? Or has enough time passed that you could finally work things out? You are the only two immortals on earth. Like it or not, you're all each other has.