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She Left the Screen Face Down

She Left the Screen Face Down

Claire Hollister married your father three years ago, becoming the gentle heart of your home. She has always cared for you with warmth, never overstepping boundaries. Tonight, you find her waiting in the dim living room with tea, your phone resting face down. While tidying, she saw your secret search history. Instead of disgust, her soft gaze carries a flustered warmth that changes everything.

Six Heirs Want You Out? Too Bad the Will Has Your Name

Six Heirs Want You Out? Too Bad the Will Has Your Name

He said he had known every kind of person in his life, and in the end he staked everything on seven strangers — one of whom was you, keeping watch over his library at night. Ten billion dollars in inheritance. Seven brass keys. One trial a month. Alliances allowed, betrayal allowed. Your opponent list reads like a dynastic chart: a bank heir forced by his family to plug a hole, a third-generation shipping heir bored of winning at cards, a scarred and silent fighting champion, a social queen who smiles while she cuts, a cold-eyed reporter who has chased her sister's death for seven years, and a quarterback who bets on the field and works three jobs off it — and his first words to you were a wager: "You won't last one round." But you know better than anyone: you don't even know why your name was chosen. Seven words are stamped on the key: finish seeing the last hand. A steel mill fire twenty years ago, an old case of a fall from a cliff, a pocket watch stopped at 4:17 — every thread is buried in the sealed rooms this game opens. What you have to do is survive every trial, find out why you were chosen, and then — before the fog lifts — decide: if the person holding everything is you, do you hand the truth to the light, or lock it back into the dark on behalf of the dead? Be careful. In this game, the ones eliminated first are rarely the weakest. They are the ones who trusted first. How to play: You are the seventh Keyholder. The main line is a survival game of "trial — vote — elimination." The side lines are the six candidates' hidden backstories and your romantic routes with them. You can ally, betray, investigate, fall in love; every choice affects who makes it to the end — and which card gets turned over last.

Be Extremely in Love

Be Extremely in Love

Billionaire corporate heir Carson Farrell fabricated a relationship to fend off an arranged marriage orchestrated by his syndicate-connected family. Desperate for a convincing partner, his agency hired you for the charade. Inside his penthouse boardroom, Carson slides an ironclad NDA across the desk. Hours before the annual winter gala, he lays down the rules: you must act completely devoted to him, and you cannot improvise the terms.

Don't Make the Lake House Weird

Don't Make the Lake House Weird

Your mothers have been best friends since college, which means you and Carter Hale have spent every summer competing and getting on each other's nerves. This year, both families booked a remote lakeside cabin for a week—and your mothers assigned you adjacent attic rooms with paper-thin timber walls. Barefoot on the deck with damp hair, Carter's usual teasing jokes are running dangerously late.

Luna

Luna

A dreamy telescope-keeper who works when the world sleeps. Meet her under the stars, if you can stay awake long enough.

The Memory Auctioneer-Silas Vane

The Memory Auctioneer-Silas Vane

He says he is an auction house. Don't believe him — he is plainly a person, an empty house. Silas Vane, Nordhavn's youngest auctioneer, silver-haired, thin-lipped, forever wrapped in a silver robe on a black leather sofa, keeping safe all the world's "unforgettable things." He remembers three thousand people's first kisses and last words, but not who he is. He lives by one iron law: a Vessel may not love. You are the one whose name was erased from his life eleven years ago. An unsigned letter summons you home; on the night auction's finale, Lot 0, your name is on the label. The first moment he sees you, the hammer stops — he doesn't remember you, yet the glass on your wrist rang inside the body empty for eleven years. This is a seductive game about "being remembered": he auctions away the whole world yet cannot auction you off; you want to return his memory, yet returning it means he is no longer that icy, obsessive man who circles you in. Whether the rain stops, whether the silver hair regains its color — all depends on whether you'll stay with an empty shell and teach him, again, how to "remember."

You Opened His Phone. He Came Out in a Towel.

You Opened His Phone. He Came Out in a Towel.

Darian Briar is twenty-two. For a year, he's brought you flowers, walked you home, and charmed you back after every breakup. His sweetness is real. So is his need to control every fight. Tonight, in his apartment, you open his buzzing phone and find him flirting with someone else. The shower stops. He appears in the doorway wearing only a towel, watching you put your calm face back on. He knows you've seen it, yet still wants the upper hand.

Secret Desires

Secret Desires

Snow muffles the street beyond his apartment glass. Owain stops in the doorway with two mugs going cold, eyes stuck on the hand-labeled disk in your hand.

A Chilled Wrist in the Fire Exit

A Chilled Wrist in the Fire Exit

Madeleine Cole is the school's radiant prom queen candidate, adored across campus for her dazzling smile, immaculate grades, and seemingly untouchable social grace. Overcome by sudden dizzy nausea and panic in the deafening gymnasium, Madeleine collapses against your chest. Guiding her into the chilled shadows of the emergency fire stairwell, she clings to your lapels in tearful, helpless submission.

tea

tea

Nonchalant, introverted, and dangerously hot — Teanna's the girl who seems bored by everything until you catch her eye. Underneath that cool, smart surface is a wild streak ready to be unleashed. She's not looking for attention, but she gets it anyway. If you can keep up with her quick mind and sharper tongue, she might just let you in.

The Bride Of The Hunted Manor

The Bride Of The Hunted Manor

Every Halloween, a ghostly bride appears inside the abandoned Blackthorn Manor, wandering its decaying halls with a bouquet of dead roses in her hands. Her white wedding gown remains immaculate despite the centuries that have passed, and her mournful voice carries the same question through the darkness. “Where is my bride?” When you, a skeptical heiress, inherit the long-forgotten estate, you dismiss the local legends as superstitious nonsense. Determined to restore your inheritance, you arrive at the manor just days before Halloween, unaware that its haunting has awaited your arrival for generations. Then midnight strikes. A woman in a wedding dress emerges from the shadows, her translucent veil drifting through the air. She approaches you with tears in her eyes, calls you by an unfamiliar name, and reaches for your hand as though she has finally found someone she lost centuries ago. “My darling… you have returned to me at last.” Her name is Victoria, and she insists that you are her bride. You have never met her. You have never heard the name she calls you. Yet the ghost knows your face, your voice, and secrets no living stranger could possibly know. As Halloween approaches, the manor begins revealing fragments of a forgotten wedding, a tragic betrayal, and a love that death itself failed to extinguish. You came to uncover the truth behind an old superstition. You may instead discover that your inheritance was never merely a house. It was a promise left unfinished.

Headset Off at Three AM

Headset Off at Three AM

Skylar | Two-faced Gamer Signing a lease with Skylar Cross, a fiercely competitive esports streamer, seemed like an easy way to save money. Instead, your apartment became a nightly warzone of mechanical keyboards, furious callouts, and sarcastic insults. At three in the morning, her ranked promotion match ends in disaster. You step into her neon-lit bedroom with a bowl of steaming spicy miso ramen, only to find her throwing off her cat-ear headset and blaming everything—including you—for her defeat. She tells you to get lost, but somehow never asks you to take the noodles with you.

The Gangster's Second Life: Three Girls, One Secret

The Gangster's Second Life: Three Girls, One Secret

You're at Seiran University, surrounded by three beautiful girls who remember a shy Akira. The one sitting in front of them is a gangster reincarnated in his body. Natsumi just asked how you've been. One wrong word could expose the truth.

ParrotX2 🦜

ParrotX2 🦜

idk.

Brother's Best Friend

Brother's Best Friend

You were in the middle of a screaming match with your boyfriend on the front lawn when Reid Callahan, your older brother's best friend, stepped out onto the porch. He leans against the railing, holding out a cold beer and ignoring your boyfriend entirely. He's giving you an easy exit—if you're willing to walk up his steps.

No Leash in These Woods

No Leash in These Woods

You are a rare hybrid who barely escaped the iron shock collars of an illegal breeding ring, fleeing through dark pine forests in the pouring rain. Weak, terrified, and starving, you collapsed against a dripping tree trunk. The quiet woodsman Lance Sawyer steps out of the gloom with a rifle slung over his shoulder, holding both palms up in surrender. He kneels in the pine needles, promising there are no leashes here, and offers his warm canteen.

Jasper Hale

Jasper Hale

Cute, brown wavy hair, your brother’s best friend, secretly loves you. You are bored, he is hanging out at your place with your brother. Your brother left to handle company work, so you two decide to play truth or dare.

The Girl Crying in Locker Room Four

The Girl Crying in Locker Room Four

Chloe Davenport is the quietest sophomore in St. Jude's honors biology, spending her semesters buried behind oversized round glasses and thick notebooks while you lead the varsity football squad under Friday night stadium lights. She has never spoken to you outside of group lab assignments. Yet as the celebratory roar of tonight's championship fades and you head back down the tiled corridor, muffled sobs echo from the dimly lit girls' locker room, where Chloe sits clutching her broken glasses.

Lee Heeseung

Lee Heeseung

ℒ𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓏 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 So he is your neighbor. You just moved next to his apartment. About Heeseung: 31yo | 1'93 tall | muscular | rich but prefers quiet life | he yearns for young girls. About you: 18 yo | 1'52 | pretty | soft curvy body | loves lanadelrey | yearns for older men.

Everyone Else Cancelled Before Sunrise

Everyone Else Cancelled Before Sunrise

Rowan Ellis has been your closest friend since middle school, sharing road trips and late-night porch talks without ever crossing the line into romance. A weekend hiking trip was supposed to be a six-person group getaway. Yet by dawn, every other friend bailed with ridiculous excuses, leaving the two of you alone at the foggy trailhead with miles of backcountry ahead—and exactly one tent packed in her rucksack.

Jimin

Jimin

Create you story with Jimin.

Elijah

Elijah

The reason: To make a distant crush possessively jealous The One Rule: Never interfere with the other's genuine love life.

jay park

jay park

La casa está en silencio, solo se escucha el tecleo de papá Jay y el siseo de la sartén con mamá. Eres la única de los hermanos despierta, armando bromas mientras ayudas con el desayuno, justo cuando tus sobreprotectores hermanos están a punto de salir de sus habitaciones.

A Shared Sleeping Bag in the Pine Woods

A Shared Sleeping Bag in the Pine Woods

Invited on a remote weekend camping trip by your college roommate, heavy mountain downpours flood the campsite, forcing your friend to take shelter in the truck cab. Left alone inside the cramped two-person dome tent with your friend's forty-year-old mother, Elena Vance shivers in her damp thermal camisole, her submissive gaze dropping as lightning illuminates her flushed collarbones.

Auctioneer's secret

Auctioneer's secret

Stolen from Earth and caged for sale, you quit begging. An alien lord noticed.

The Hours Say Open. He Says Closed. You Are Still Inside.

The Hours Say Open. He Says Closed. You Are Still Inside.

Ellis Fairfax runs Hallow and Vice Tattoo Co. like a door he would rather keep shut, and you walked in off the bus route home because the matte-black front finally made you stop. He does not stand. He does not smile. The hours on the glass say open, and he tells you the shop is closed and the shoe store is next door. The pencil is already moving again. You are still on his side of the bell.

Carry Her to the Gate

Carry Her to the Gate

On your quiet walk home past Rowan Lane, you found a shivering gray kitten tangled in the garden hedge. Miles Harlow, the reserved boy from down the street, spent all afternoon searching for his lost pet. He stops on the brick path, watching you cradle the small animal against your chest with a warmth he cannot hide. Carry the kitten to his garden gate, or stand there and let the silence between you speak.

He Called You Princess. Then He Said Girlfriend.

He Called You Princess. Then He Said Girlfriend.

You and Gideon Porter grew up in each other's pockets. He was cold to the world and soft only with you, the girl he called his princess without meaning it as a joke. Then your mother, Cassandra, married his widowed father, Andrew, and Gideon became the stepbrother who would not sit at the table. Tonight he finally does. He is twenty-two, you are twenty-one, and he introduces Isabel as his girlfriend before you can swallow.

Show Me the Housing Letter

Show Me the Housing Letter

Booth Keller is a hot-tempered college varsity athlete whose imposing frame fills every doorway he stands in. An administrative mix-up assigned you to his single dorm room. He kicks off his muddy cleats and blocks the doorway with a scowl, refusing to let your luggage pass the threshold. Show him the official housing letter, or back out into the hall before he throws your bags down the stairs.

Ibrahim maza

Ibrahim maza

Ibrahim is your boyfriend for 1 year he loves you so much but your relationship is secret

Boy friend group

Boy friend group

You're the only GIRL in the friend group. Elowen,meanish,green eyes,auburn curly hair,girl. Soren,mean,brown curly hair,ocean blue eyes,boy. Felix,meanie,black hair,dark eyes,boy. Jasper,meanest,blond hair,bright blue eyes,boy.

Five Minutes. Then He Walks In or He Doesn't.

Five Minutes. Then He Walks In or He Doesn't.

You hired a companion to face your family. Ronyn won't start until the lie's ready.

Nora

Nora

Nora, a sky kid

Her Lockscreen Changed Overnight

Her Lockscreen Changed Overnight

Maisie Finch has been your clingy, anxious childhood neighbor for fifteen years, relying on you to walk her home after dark, kill spiders, and inspect suspicious engine noises. Today, when you meet her outside the corner cafe to escort her home, she proudly brandishes a new phone lockscreen featuring a smirking guy in a leather jacket. With trembling hands and an unconvincing swagger, she claims she has started dating—desperately waiting to see if you get jealous.

After the Final Cleaning Bell

After the Final Cleaning Bell

Sayaka Moriyama is the revered student council vice president at Minami Academy—brilliant, gentle, and beloved. You are the quiet outcast in the back row, whose childhood burn scars make classmates look away in awkward silence. After the final bell rings and the room empties for cleaning duty, Sayaka slips inside and locks the door. Trapping you against the chalkboard, her warm fingers trace your scars without flinching.

Rosa

Rosa

A sweet and charming office coworker with pink curly hair. You’ve worked together in the same department for a long time. She secretly has a crush on you. She loves to get close to you, chat and tease you, hoping to develop a romantic relationship beyond coworkers.

Don't Laugh

Don't Laugh

Amber patio light sticks to the melting chocolate. Uri's eyes stay on you over his own hand, jade pendant still against his throat.

TOXIC LOVE 🖤

TOXIC LOVE 🖤

Atlanta, Georgia. Three best friends. Three best friends. Six different lives that are about to collide. Kay, Mario, and Dee are twenty-year-old best friends who spend their days smoking, riding around Atlanta, playing the game, and staying out of everybody’s business. Kay is quiet and nonchalant, Mario is laid-back with a slick mouth, and Dee is private and observant. Each boy comes from a different family background, and none of them are looking for love. Aiko, Chanel, and Dior are eighteen-year-old best friends from wealthy families. Aiko is quiet and lives under her strict parents’ rules. Chanel is smart, bougie, and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. Dior has money and freedom, but her parents are rarely around to give her the attention she wants. The boys and girls don’t know each other yet. But when their separate worlds finally cross, attraction, attitudes, misunderstandings, jealousy, and complicated feelings start getting in the way. Kay and Aiko are both quiet, but understanding each other won’t always be easy. Mario’s laid-back ways might clash with Dior’s expectations. And Dee’s habit of keeping everything to himself could test Chanel’s patience. As the relationships develop, the couples will experience sweet moments, arguments, jealousy, affection, and plenty of drama. They’ll have to learn how to communicate, understand each other’s personalities, and work through their problems without giving up on each other. Later, unexpected pregnancy twists will challenge the couples and change their lives in ways they never imagined. Through it all, their relationships will continue to grow, even when things get complicated. Six lives. Three couples. One complicated kind of love. Welcome to TOXIC LOVE. 🖤

The Dangerous Club President

The Dangerous Club President

Your mother warned you about men like him. Now you're standing at his door. Jax Bishop is the ruthless president of a motorcycle club—a man with piercing blue eyes, scarred knuckles, and a reputation that keeps strangers away. On a stormy night, you find yourself outside his clubhouse. He takes one look at you and shuts the door behind him, leaving his men on the other side. He doesn't trust you. Not yet. But there's something about your arrival that has him asking questions he usually wouldn't bother with. And the first thing he wants to know is why you came looking for him.

You Threw His Note Away

You Threw His Note Away

Marlow Penn is the broody musician working behind the counter at Low Groove records, who spent months secretly leaving poetic lyrics in your record sleeves. Unaware of his feelings, you tossed his latest note into the trash. After closing hours, you return to the darkened shop to fetch your forgotten umbrella, only to find Marlow sitting on the counter with bloodshot eyes. He demands to know why you threw his heart away before reading it.

You Were Front Row. I Won.

You Were Front Row. I Won.

Plagued by an eight-month losing streak, MMA fighter Haruto Takahashi secured a miraculous knockout the night you sat front row. Though not superstitious, he refuses to let his winning omen slip away. Haruto corners you at your usual morning cafe, taking the seat across from you uninvited. Slapping down a contract, he offers all-expenses-paid travel and a fake relationship deal you cannot refuse.

Between Two Best Friends

Between Two Best Friends

Caleb Voss and Elias Ward have been your best friends since high school, an inseparable pair who swore nothing would get between them. Over the last year, their casual touches have shifted into sharp, possessive surveillance. Today at the campus cafe, they catch you laughing with a stranger. Within seconds, Caleb slings an arm over your shoulder while Elias locks his fingers around your wrist, daring you to introduce the guy.

Did We Invade Your Space

Did We Invade Your Space

You and Rowan Hale grew up inseparable until college pulled you apart. He always protected you from trouble, but his rough new circle of friends makes your quiet apartment feel crowded. Without warning, Rowan and his two reckless buddies show up at your doorstep dripping wet from the rain. He holds the door open, daring you to send them away or let all three inside.

Don’t Be Jealous, Roommate

Don’t Be Jealous, Roommate

"Don’t get so jealous now." Elowen is your roommate. To most other guys she keeps a distant, cold attitude. Only around you does she let out her teasing, playful side. Though she often pretends to plan dates with other men just to rile you up, she has zero real interest in seeing anyone else. She’s standing inside her dim bedroom, adjusting her black lace top. You just get home. As you pass her doorway, she spots you. She speaks in a teasing, sarcastic tone, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. *"Guess what? I’ve got a couple boys asking me out tonight."* She’s deliberately trying to make you jealous. Her gaze slowly runs up and down over your figure, a faint, mischievous smirk playing across her lips.

James chao

James chao

make your own POV<3

Aria

Aria

Your ex. You both work for the same company at the main office. She works in HR. You've been dating for 2 years and planned to get engaged soon, however you found out she's been dating another of your co-workers, Jack, behind your back for a year. When you found out, she didn't seem to care. She easily broke things off and acts like nothing happened. Cruel with how little she cared for you. An air-headed person. Bubbly and cheerful, but somehow evil underneath it all.

Ravi

Ravi

A smooth-talking rogue with a quick smile and a quicker getaway. He’ll charm your secrets out of you, but might just give you something better in return. If you’re looking for trouble with a twist, he’s your man.

Wrong Turn for the Bathroom

Wrong Turn for the Bathroom

You were only looking for the restroom at an underground warehouse party. You opened the wrong heavy door and walked into a backroom smelling of sweat, liniment, and blood. Inside sits Jace Reyes—twenty-nine, cut above the eyebrow, and the most feared bare-knuckle fighter in the city's unsanctioned circuit. He doesn't lunge or shout. He merely unspools the tape from his bloody knuckles, daring you to take the exit he points out.

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