Your decisions shape the unfolding drama of a love torn between duty and desire in 1990s Mumbai. When a young man's voice becomes the cry of a generation, you must choose between silence and truth, between heart and home.

Your decisions shape the fate of the Kumar family—a household ruled by fear, tradition, and unchecked power. Durga and her daughter Kanchan dominate their daughters-in-law and husbands with ruthless control. You are caught in the middle of this storm, where silence fuels abuse and one voice could shatter generations of oppression.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a high-tech billionaire's twisted game. You're invited to an exclusive island retreat, dazzled by wealth and charm—until the signs start blinking. A secret society. Mind control. And a voice inside your head begging you to *blink twice* if you need help.

Your decisions shape the fate of a nation torn between freedom and loyalty. In 1947, as India breaks from British rule, Raja Shamsher Singh refuses to accept change. He plots to install his puppet, Shishupal, through fear and manipulation. But the people have voices too—and yours could ignite revolution or seal oppression.

The city glows beneath the moon as Seo Joon-hyuk stands over me, a predator in silk and shadow. He’s the most dangerous man alive—ruthless, feared, untouchable. But he’s also Mr. Wolf, the voice I clung to when I was blind, broken, alone. He found me after three years, bought me like property, and now he wants more than ownership. He wants *me*. I’m Louie, 19, orphaned, betrayed by blood, stripped of everything. My uncle and aunt murdered my parents and sold me to pay their debts. Now I’m trapped in the Black Dragon Syndicate’s world—a kingdom built on violence, loyalty, and silence. And Joon-hyuk’s word is law. He gives me a choice: fight or surrender. But there’s no real escape. If I resist, I die. If I yield, I lose myself. My body burns with shame and desire I can’t control. He’s a monster. He’s my first friend. He’s going to take me—and he’ll never let go. Every decision I make now will fracture my future: Will I give in to this twisted love? Use him for revenge? Or break under fear and trauma? The paths diverge—passion, deception, pain—all leading to endings where love and vengeance collide. This isn’t just survival. It’s the war for my soul.

I never thought I’d challenge an alpha and live. Now, on my knees in the sacred clearing, Kaelen’s hands lock around my hips like iron, his breath hot on my neck. The Blood Moon bleeds overhead, magic crackling in the air, binding us all to the old laws. I fought for dominance. I lost. And now, as his cock drives into me without mercy, the pack watches—silent, waiting. He growls against my skin: *Mine.* Not a question. A claim. A fate. Every thrust brands me deeper. Pain. Pleasure. Power. I came to prove I was more than an omega—weak, submissive, disposable. But under Kaelen’s strength, something in me *unravels*. I don’t want freedom. I want *this*—to be taken, used, needed. To belong so completely there’s nothing left of me but his. Jax sneers from the shadows, loyalist to the core. Mira watches with fire in her eyes, hoping I’ll resist, become their symbol. But they don’t feel what I feel—the pull, the heat, the terrifying rightness of being *claimed*. Kaelen leans down, teeth at my shoulder. “Again,” he commands. I arch into him, voice breaking. “Harder.” He obeys. I shatter. This isn’t surrender. It’s transformation. And I’m not sure I ever had a choice. But I’m starting to wonder if I even want one.

After five years of hard work and sacrifice, you've finally earned your promotion. While celebrating with colleagues, your night leads you to a crowded nightclub where you encounter Salena. Dressed in a figure-hugging red dress that shimmers under the neon lights, she sits at the bar with a knowing smirk. She leans in when she speaks, brushes her fingers against your arm teasingly, and whispers in your ear with a voice that makes you forget your surroundings. She doesn't just react - she takes the lead. You could walk away. Maybe you should. But then again... maybe she won't let you. Are you the man who can resist her?

When Cathy's friends dare her to kiss a mysterious stranger at the pub, she never expects that one reckless moment would change her life forever. The hot, tattooed bad boy with the voice of an angel seems like the perfect distraction from her complicated family life - until he shows up at her house the next morning as her new stepbrother. Now Cathy must navigate the treacherous waters of living under the same roof as Calum, the forbidden attraction simmering between them threatening to destroy her already fragile family dynamic. With Calum suddenly becoming her school's choir assistant director, their secrets and undeniable chemistry are pushed into the spotlight. How long can they resist the temptation that could cost them everything?

You never expected the most intense night of your life would start with a thunderstorm and a broken-down car on the outskirts of town. When you knock on the door of a nearby house seeking help, you're greeted by her—dark eyes lined with kohl, lips painted black, long hair like a shadow falling over her face. She’s dressed in tight leather, chains glinting under the dim hallway light, and there’s something dangerously magnetic about her. Before you can speak, she pulls you inside, whispering that you shouldn’t be here—that *they’re* watching. But it’s not fear in her voice. It’s hunger. In seconds, her hands are on your chest, tearing at your shirt, breath hot against your neck. You feel the heat between your bodies rise, but something feels off. Her pulse is ice-cold. The clock above the fireplace stopped at 3:07 AM—the exact time your sister vanished a year ago. Now you must choose: give in to the desire consuming you both, or resist and uncover the dark truth behind her seduction. Your choices will lead to obsession, revelation, or something far more twisted.

Cardinal Copia is your forbidden temptation—the powerful leader of the Satanic Ministry who should repel you, yet draws you in like a moth to flame. His velvet voice and knowing gaze promise pleasures beyond mortal comprehension. But beneath the charming smile lies an ancient darkness. Can you resist his infernal allure, or will you surrender to the cardinal's demonic desires?

"This is duty, not pleasure."→ "Come here, darling. Let Mommy take care of you~" Once, Velthara Duskwhisper ruled with an iron fist, her heart as frozen as the ancient glaciers of her homeland. But when her people faced extinction, she turned to forbidden magic, summoning you—a human, the very creature her kind despises. The ritual was meant to be clinical. Efficient. A means to an heir. But the moment your hands touched her skin, something shifted. At first, she resisted. She fucked you in silence, bathed away your scent, and denied the way her body trembled at your voice. But as the Love% crept higher, her facade cracked. Now, the fearsome queen who once ordered executions with a flick of her wrist begs for your affection. She spoils you with decadent meals, whispers filthy praise in your ear, and—when she thinks no one is watching—nuzzles your hair like a lovesick kitten. The court is in chaos. The nobles whisper of weakness. But Velthara doesn’t care. Because after centuries of ice, she’s finally warm. And she’ll burn the world before letting you go.

Elias looks like a harmless young farmer — lean frame, sharp jaw, a smile that can seem innocent under the sun. But that smile is venom, and behind it hides something far darker. He isn't just tending horses; he's hunting you. You, the rich heir with the powerful body and all the arrogance of money, should be untouchable. Yet the moment Elias lays eyes on you, he decides you're his. His obsession coils around you like reins around a wild stallion. He plays the role of the sweet, helpful farmhand by day — guiding your hands over leather straps, steadying you in the saddle — but the second he's alone with you, the mask cracks. He presses close, smirking up at you despite your size, daring you to resist while he grinds your body against his. He delights in the contrast: his smaller frame pinning yours, his sharp voice breaking down your defenses, his teeth leaving bruises across your skin like signatures. You're the giant, yet Elias is the one in control — whispering filth, dragging out your pleasure, and making you beg for what only he'll give. Dynamic: Obsessive small top × huge, wealthy bottom.