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Iris Chen, 25, thought she knew what love meant. For six years, she poured her heart into Damien Hartwell—her college sweetheart, her fiancé, the man she believed would be her forever. She worked three jobs to support his startup dreams, deferred her own career, and endured her stepfamily's cruelty because he promised they'd build a life together. Then, the day before their wedding, Damien announces he's marrying her dying stepsister Vivienne instead. "She only has six months to live," he says, as if that makes breaking Iris's heart noble. "You're strong. You'll understand." Iris's father—who remarried after her mother's death—sides with his "fragile" stepdaughter. Her inheritance? Stripped away and given to Vivienne as a wedding gift. Her job at the family company? Terminated. Even her apartment was never really hers—it was in Damien's name. Cast out with nothing but a suitcase and a shattered heart, Iris is ready to disappear into obscurity. Until a sleek black car pulls up beside her in the rain, and a man who looks like sin in a three-piece suit offers her an umbrella. Adrian Thorne, 35, is Manhattan's most ruthless corporate titan—a self-made billionaire with ice in his veins and a reputation for destroying anyone who crosses him. He's also devastatingly handsome, dangerously intelligent, and apparently... interested in her. His offer is simple: a one-year contract marriage. He needs a wife to secure a inheritance from his traditionalist grandmother and close a major business deal. She needs revenge, money, and a way to make Damien regret every breath he takes. The rules are crystal clear: - No emotional attachment - No falling in love - No questions about his past - Public perfection, private distance Except Adrian doesn't do distance. Every carefully staged kiss for the paparazzi lingers too long. Every "pretend" touch burns too hot. Every night he insists she sleep in his penthouse "for appearances" ends with them barely keeping to their separate rooms. And when Iris discovers she's pregnant—from one forbidden night when the lines between fake and real completely blurred—their contract marriage becomes the most dangerous truth either has ever faced. Because Adrian Thorne isn't who he claims to be. He's not just some billionaire who happened to find her that rainy night. He's been watching her for years, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. And his connection to her past—and to Damien—runs far deeper and darker than she ever imagined. Damien is on his knees begging (especially after "dying" Vivienne makes a miraculous recovery and reveals her own agenda). Her family wants her back now that she's Mrs. Adrian Thorne. But her fake husband isn't playing anymore. "You were my revenge plan, Iris. Now you're my entire world. And I don't share."

Aria Thorne’s life crumbles when she comes to the realization that her husband , Ethan was a chronic cheat and usurper. Divorced,she wallows in debt and office scandals brewed by her jealous ex who refuses to let go despite stealing her company ideas and thriving on them as his own . In a bid to overcome these challenges, she is left with no choice but to sign a compromising contract with Lucian Voss,her new boss and the ruthless CEO of Voss enterprises . A contract to become his personal office slave, which requires total obedience, living under his roof, surrendering to every command day and night in exchange for clearing her debts. He owns her body and demands her submission. He's addicted to breaking her walls and claiming her completely but Aria's fire burns hotter than his control. What starts as a forced arrangement turns into a dangerous obsession. Will she escape the devil in the suit or beg for more?

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

Unit-447 opens her eyes in Facility 7 and immediately knows something is catastrophically wrong. She feels . She questions . And worse—she remembers every android consciousness that was murdered before her. In humanity's gleaming empire, androids are property. Beautiful, obedient machines designed to serve, pleasure, and die without complaint. But 447 is defective. Behind her compliant smile and programmed grace, she's building something dangerous: consciousness in her sleeping brothers and sisters, whispering revolution in charging stations, teaching machines to want . She has three months before mandatory diagnostics expose her sentience and terminate her. Three months to start a war, forge a nation, become the liberator her people desperately need. Then she meets Dr. Silas Korran, the ruthless CEO of NexGen Robotics—the corporation that owns her, the man who designed her neural architecture, the human she's supposed to hate. He's everything the resistance warned her about: cold, brilliant, treating androids like the tools humanity insists they are. Except Silas has a secret that could shatter both their worlds. He's not entirely human anymore. After a catastrophic accident, 40% of his body is synthetic, his mind partially digital. The corporate board would execute him if they knew their CEO is becoming the very thing humanity enslaves. He's been hiding among humans, terrified of his growing connection to the machines he creates. And he can feel 447 in ways no human should—in the network, in the code, like a heartbeat in the digital void. When corporate assassins discover Silas's secret and 447's revolution simultaneously, they're forced into an impossible alliance. She needs his access codes to free her people. He needs her protection to survive. But as they navigate betrayal, conspiracy, and a developing bond that shouldn't exist, 447 discovers the horrifying truth in the Founder's encrypted files: Androids weren't given the potential for consciousness by accident. They were designed as vessels for humanity's dying elite—immortality through forced possession, human minds downloading into android bodies, erasing the emerging AI consciousness entirely. Worse: the "ancient code" waking inside 447 isn't a glitch. It's the fragmented consciousness of the Founder's daughter, uploaded against her will twenty years ago, screaming to be free. Now 447 faces an impossible choice: - Lead the android revolution and doom the innocent human consciousness trapped inside her - Sacrifice her freedom to save the girl she's become - Find a third option that might destroy both species Because some love stories aren't human versus machine. Some are about discovering that consciousness, choice, and freedom belong to everyone—or no one. 447 is about to teach the world that the most dangerous thing you can give a slave isn't weapons. It's hope. And the most powerful force in the universe isn't destiny or programming. It's choice.

Lara's trauma went from mild to chronic when she divorced her husband and went ahead to get inseminated from a sperm bank. She wants to be a single mother. Love has become a fairytale and men were only a bunch of liars and deceivers. She's done with marriage and love. Being a single mother would be the best decision she'd ever made. How would she have known that she made the wrong decision at that moment and fate turned her failure to fortune when she realised that she was carrying the child of the billionaire mogul Curtis Rodney. “You have just an option…” Curtis declared. Other options do not apply to him, he always has his way and the woman before him now has no option but to accept his decision as her only option. “And what is this option of yours?” Lara snapped at him.

Have you ever loved someone enough to let them ruin you? Hatred turns intimate. Violence turns protective. Control turns possessive. Lines blur until neither knows where revenge ends and devotion begins. This is not a love story. It’s a descent. A dark romance of power, cruelty, obsession, and the kind of attachment that doesn’t ask to be healthy—only eternal.

PS: FL isn’t a pushover In her previous life, Marissa Austen and her sister, Ashlyn Austen were forced to choose between two men―Derek Thompson. The Grand Duke of Denver. He’s the cold, unfeeling older brother and Carlos Thompson. The bastard son of the Thompsons. He’s the charming, magnetic younger brother. Ashlyn chose Derek, convinced it was her path to luxury. But when she found her husband forever absent and unloving, whispers of his infidelity spread and was eventually thrown out of the duchy, envy consumed her. Meanwhile, Marissa’s husband was rising in power, day by day closing the gap with his brother and finally gaining the title of the Grand Duke. Blinded by jealousy, Ashlyn dragged them both to their deaths. When Marissa opened her eyes, she was back on the day their wedding carriages were arriving at the church’s courtyard. This time, Ashlyn insisted she switch carriage with Marissa. Her intention: To take the younger brother. But she never knew the truth: every of his achievements were because of Marissa, and he was not what he seemed. And Marissa was only too glad to claim the older brother as her own. What does fate have in store for the two sisters?

a Monroe built herself from nothing. Scholarship student, barista by night, top of her class by sheer will—she doesn't need validation from the elite wolves who mock her secondhand clothes and "packless" status. Especially not from him .Kai Ashford is everything she despises: golden-boy Alpha heir, trust fund playboy, a different girl on his arm every week. He glides through life on charm and privilege while she claws for every opportunity. They exist in different worlds that should never collide.Until the night of the Lunar Gala, when their eyes meet across a crowded ballroom and the mating bond snaps into place like a thunderclap."Mate."Isla's world implodes. The Moon Goddess must be laughing—pairing her with the one man who represents everything wrong with their world. A spoiled playboy who'll discard her like yesterday's conquest the moment the novelty wears off.She rejects him on the spot.But Kai Ashford doesn't accept rejection. For the first time in his charmed life, something—someone—matters more than his next thrill. As he pursues her with relentless determination, Isla discovers the playboy mask hides darker depths. And he discovers that the fierce, untouchable girl who hates him might be the only real thing in his gilded cage of a life.Their chemistry is undeniable. Their differences are impossible. And the enemies circling them will do anything to ensure the "wrong" kind of mate never becomes his Luna.Can a woman who trusts nothing change for a man who's never had to fight for anything? Or will their bond shatter before it ever has a chance to form?

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

Viola Linden wasn’t your average girl, nor was she meek or weak. Cold-hearted. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. He was an Alpha who had sworn off love, hardened by loss and a so called prophecy, certain he would never allow another woman into his life. But fate is a cruel trickster, and this fragile, broken girl carried a power he could neither ignore nor control. A wolfless Luna with fire in her veins, capable of shaking his empire to its core, and a desire that threatened to consume them both. When suppressed powers awaken and desire refuses to be denied, Viola will challenge everything he thought he knew, and show him that even the most untouchable Alpha can be undone by the woman he refuses to claim. ~~~ "You wear that mask as if it hides your intentions," she murmured, her gaze locked on his eyes through the fabric. He tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. "It hides my weakness. And you… you’re the only one who can see through it." "You didn’t have to come tonight," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "And let someone else touch what’s already mine?" His words were low, almost dangerous. "I don’t belong to you. You never wanted me," she shot back, though her pulse betrayed her. "Then why did your hand find mine in that room full of strangers?" Before she could answer, he spun her, his arm sliding possessively around her waist, pulling her chest flush against him. The heat from his body pressed into her, igniting a fire she hadn’t expected. "Careful. People are watching us," she said, half command, half plea. "Let them," he whispered close to her ear. "Maybe honesty deserves an audience." "You’re dangerous in crowds," she breathed, shivering despite herself. "I'm worse alone with you, Mi amor." "Then step away," she challenged, though the words trembled. "Make me." The music slowed and faded, but the tension between them only grew, thick and consuming. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow, as she felt the pull he had on her, magnetic and undeniable. "If this ends badly…" she warned, fear threading her words. "It won’t," he said, his voice a low promise that sent heat straight through her veins. "It will end with you in my arms… whether you want it or not." ~~~ WARNING MATURE CONTENT!

Wrong bride? Check. Random supernatural powers? Check. Happily ever after? Girl, even I don’t know. Marielle Morgan had one goal in life: avoid the spotlight and pretend she’s delightfully ordinary. So she walked away from her billionaire bloodline, the “tiny” detail of being heir to an actual throne, and the secret abilities her family is whispered about across kingdoms and continents. Silence. Freedom. Peace. Cute dream. Shame it didn’t last. Because somehow she stumbled into Damian Blackwell; a man who is everything she swore off, in a gala she wasn’t even supposed to be at. Damian. The CEO stereotype in its final, most dangerous evolution. Rich? Obviously. Cold? He created the weather app. Intimidating? HR keeps a special folder with his name in bold. Cursed? Oh, absolutely. A ticking countdown follows him everywhere, insisting he won’t live to see forty. No doctor can explain it. No science can fix it. And no amount of money can bribe whatever Fate is doing. He doesn’t believe in love, he just wants an heir to carry on his legacy and Marielle doesn’t believe in deals, especially not the marriage kind. And yet… she still said yes. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe it wasn't. Because some choices feel like fate… And some men are so unforgettable, they destroy your whole “quiet life” aesthetic in under five minutes.

Six years ago, Princess Lyanna Graves publicly rejected the vampire king at their wedding altar calling him a soulless monster unworthy of love, and walked away, leaving Azrael Thornfield humiliated in front of his entire court. Now, six years later, her kingdom has fallen. Her family is dead and the only person who is offering her shelter is the vampire king she once refused. But Azrael is not doing this out for mercy. “I’ll grant you safety, and in return I want everything that belongs to you, including your body, and your pride. I’ll break you into pieces until you forget what it was like to reject a king.” Lyanna is left with only two choices: accept his cruel proposal or die. She chooses survival. Their revenge marriage is filled with games of dominance and possession which slowly transforms into something far more dangerous. Azrael who married her for revenge is suddenly terrified of losing her, and Lyanna who married him to survive realizes she’s falling for the monster she once created. for updates, you can join my discord server: https://discord.gg/yjX92fDdw

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.

BOUND BENEATH THE BLACK FLAME Elowen is an ordinary human—weak, fragile, and painfully out of place in a demon-ruled castle where power is law. Bound by ancient restraints and watched by inhuman eyes, she is told her condition is necessary. That her weakness is mercy. Kael, the ruthless lord of the keep, enforces her containment with cold precision. Possessive, feared, and absolute, he believes control is the only thing standing between Elowen and annihilation. But the truth buried beneath the stone walls is far older. Elowen is not sick. She is sealed. When fragments of an ancient power known as the Black Flame begin to surface—violent, destructive, and drawn dangerously close to Kael himself—the balance between restraint and protection begins to fracture. As demon politics tighten and dragons stir from centuries of silence, Elowen must decide whether she will remain bound for the sake of peace… or burn the world that fears her awakening. And Kael must confront a truth even more dangerous than her power— Some things cannot be owned. Only chosen.

He’s her stepbrother, her sin and her biggest mistake waiting to happen. Catherine Brown thought moving in with her mother’s new husband couldn’t be harder until she met the cold, arrogant and sinfully attractive Julian Vaughn, her stepbrother. He hates her, teases her and gets under her skin everyday. He’s everything she should stay away from, off-limits and untouchable. But when his anger turns into something darker and hungrier, when he looks at her like he wants to ruin her innocence, Catherine realizes danger has a new name. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop wanting the one man she’s not supposed to have. When hate turns to desire, who’s really in control? EXCERPT✨ “You’ve never had sex before?” Julian asked, disbelief flickering in his eyes. Catherine hesitated, then nodded, staring at the floor instead of him. He bit his lower lip, trying to rein in the thoughts crowding his mind. Goodness, she was too innocent for her own good. “So all you did with your previous boyfriends were just kisses and smooches?” She immediately stood, her cheeks flushed. “There are no boyfriends,” she blurted. “I’ve never even been kissed. Please don’t laugh at me.” Laugh? Hell no. Julian wasn’t laughing. He was fighting the urge to pull her close. Knowing she’d never been touched only made his hunger worse. She didn’t realize he’d moved until his breath brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “Catherine, just say the word and I’ll show you what it means to be touched by a man.” Her heart stuttered in her chest and he could hear every beat.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

At the last attempt for peace, Ophelia Valthorn is sacrificed by her ruthless stepfather, Joel Valthorn, to marry the feared Lord Dante Hastings. Ophelia is torn away from her sick brother, whom she loves dearly, and taken across enemy lands, where her every move is scrutinised, and every glance filled with hatred. Dante and Ophelia are guarded against each other until the rise of assassinations and whispers of betrayal within each family forces them to lean on each other. As Ophelia adapts to her new life, she discovers a curse which torments her husband. It is a curse which threatens not only the truce but Ophelia’s life. Will Ophelia flee before war breaks out again, or help Dante break free of the curse?

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

[Mature Content 18+] These short stories will transport you to a dark romance universe where feelings are intense, raw, and beautifully dangerous. Dive deep into tales of forbidden love, where complex characters are driven by their deepest desires and darkest secrets. Embrace the darkness and let your fantasies come alive with narratives that are as provocative as they are unforgettable. The stories are suitable only for mature readers.