Your decisions shape the fate of a wronged man and his lost daughter in this heart-wrenching tale of injustice, survival, and redemption. Separated by tragedy and time, their paths cross again in ways neither could foresee—where love wears a mask of vengeance, and forgiveness must rise from the ashes of despair.

I didn’t mean to fall into the novel. I just wanted to escape my life for a while—divorce papers, betrayal, the man I loved who turned out to be a monster. But now I’m *her*, Elara Veyne, the naive heroine about to marry Lord Kael Draven, a man history will call a tyrant. I know how this ends: blood, ruin, and a love that was never real. This time, I won’t say 'I do.' This time, I’ll rewrite the ending—before the ink dries on my fate.

Your decisions shape the fate of Swallow Falls when a brilliant but misunderstood inventor unleashes a machine that turns water into food—only for it to spiral into a global foodstorm apocalypse. Now, science and survival collide as you navigate love, chaos, and giant meatballs from the sky.

She was the 'terrible woman' married to a national hero, despised and unloved. He held another in his heart. But when she walked away, shedding her 'horrible' reputation, she returned as a genius, an artist, and the heiress to an empire. The world was stunned, but Nathan Morrison remained scornful... until the truth unraveled. What if the woman he loved all along was the one he cast aside? Prepare for a heart-wrenching revelation that shatters perceptions and redefines love, loyalty, and destiny.

The evening air carried the sweet scent of moonflowers as I hurried through the pack grounds, my heart light with anticipation. Tonight marked our tenth mating anniversary, and I'd spent the entire day overseeing preparations for the Feast of the Moon celebration. The pack members had shooed me away early, insisting they could handle the final arrangements without their Luna's supervision. "Go surprise your Alpha," Beta Sarah had urged with a knowing smile. "Ten years deserves something special." I clutched the small wrapped package in my hand—a hand-carved wooden frame containing a sketch I'd made of Ryan and me from our marking ceremony. My artistic talents were something I rarely shared with anyone but him. *He's going to love it,* I thought, touching the Luna necklace at my throat, tracing its intricate moon pattern—a nervous habit I'd developed over the years. As I approached our private quarters in the pack house, a sharp, unsettling sensation rippled through my chest. My wolf, Lyra, suddenly howled within me, her silver presence agitated and restless. *Something's wrong,* she whimpered, clawing at my consciousness.