I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a perfect lie. A murdered lover, a stolen fortune, a staged crime scene—Adrián Doria has constructed an alibi too flawless to believe. But in three hours, the truth will surface. The real question is: how far will you go to bury it?

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a perfect facade. Emily Nelson was elegant, mysterious, and your only real friend—until she vanished. Now, her drowned body has been found, her husband is in your bed, and her secrets are spilling into your vlog. But Emily isn’t dead. She’s watching. And she knows everything.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

Two years after a painful divorce, Myra finds herself unexpectedly reunited with her ex-husband, Abram, in a pulsating nightclub. The encounter ignites a storm of unresolved emotions and dark secrets, forcing Myra to confront a past she desperately tried to bury. Was their separation truly the end, or merely the beginning of a twisted, passionate reunion?

After four years of dating, Lily didn't get the wedding she had dreamed of from John—instead, she got his betrayal. When she saw him put the wedding dress—one she had sewn by hand for herself—on his first love, her heart shattered. She gave up, and in a twist of fate, ended up marrying a coma-stricken tycoon in place of her adopted sister. But, on her wedding day, John was heartbroken and panicked, his eyes red with regret. "I never agree to breaking up! Lily, I don't want anyone else—I only want you!" James was the most aloof, ascetic, and untouchable man in the capital. He had believed that even if he woke from his vegetative state, he would never fall for any woman. That is, until the night Lily fell into his arms and softly called him, "Honey…" From that moment on, the ice melted—and he would only ever love her. Under the seductive night sky, he gripped her slender waist and coaxed her over and over again, "Babe, your ex is back on his knees outside again. My heart aches… so we’ll have to go longer tonight…"