Love is… a strange thing. It starts soft—gentle even. A glance, a heartbeat, a smile that makes you forget how to breathe. And before you know it, it wraps around you like a warm blanket… until it tightens, and you realize it was a noose all along. I used to think love made people better. Turns out, it just makes fools out of all of us. For him—for the prince—I did things I can never undo. I lied, I betrayed, I destroyed, all for the sake of that blinding, all-consuming feeling I swore was love. And now, as the flames climb higher, licking at my skin, I finally understand the cruel joke of it all. Love didn’t save me. It ruined me. And yet… as I’m burning at the stakes, instead of begging for mercy, I almost feel calm. Maybe it’s acceptance. Or maybe I’ve just finally gone insane. Still, just as I was ready to pay the price for everything I’ve done, the Goddess of Life decided she wasn’t done toying with me. Because suddenly—I was alive again. A second chance, she said. Really? Now? After this? …You’ve got to be kidding me.

The moment I woke up, all I wanted was to survive—but apparently, fate had other plans. It’s like every time I try to live, fate’s out there sharpening its knives, muttering, “Not today, sweetheart.”But you know what? Screw that. This so-called “second life” refuses to end just because destiny’s throwing a tantrum. I didn’t even get to taste love, roll in wealth, or bask in fame the first time around—so why the hell would I die now?If fate wants me dead, then fate can choke on its own script! I’m done being its puppet. From now on, I’ll be the unpluckable thorn jammed right into the side of this crappy, fate-controlled world.

When the world’s going up in flames and chaos is having an all-you-can-eat buffet, who in their right mind still has the energy to think about love? Apparently… me. Or maybe him. Or whatever that walking corpse with suspiciously good timing is. I mean, really—how else am I supposed to explain a zombie acting like a lovesick fool instead of, you know, trying to eat me? Still, a tiny, ridiculous part of me can’t help but wonder—could this undead idiot actually be my best shot at staying alive? Could he be the wild card that changes everything in this apocalypse? Because if the end of the world has taught me anything, it’s that survival’s tough… but falling for a zombie? That’s just insanity with a pulse.

“Love conquers all,” he said sweetly, his hand brushing her face with fake tenderness. “Just wait a little more, okay?” He kissed the back of her hand, smiling like he owned the moment. “I promise—once I defeat the Demon King, we’ll be together.” He even knelt and slid a cheap ring onto her finger like a prop in a play making him the perfect hero. She smiled back, soft enough to fool him. Her fingers reached for his hand, helping him stand. Then—without warning—her body spun, sharp and precise. Her heel crashed against his face. Crack. He dropped instantly, sprawled on the floor like a discarded puppet, unconscious. She straightened her dress, as calm as if she’d only brushed off a wrinkle. Her eyes cut to the attendants in the room. One look—cold, sharp, unshaken—was enough to silence any thought of stopping her. Then she turned and walked out, heels clicking like the beat of a war drum. --- Yeah. I finally did it. After ten long years, I finally did it. That bastard—lying through his teeth, again and again, thinking I’d just keep waiting, keep believing. Once was enough. Ten years was too much. This time, he’s not the hero. This time, he’ll learn fear—fear worse than anything than the Demon King could ever give him.

"It stings." I can't even remember the last time I felt this beat — not just hungry or bruised, but hollow in a way that sits behind my ribs. I'm late twenties. Supposed to have my shit together. Instead I've got debts like sticky notes on my life, a shoebox of an apartment that smells like reheated instant noodles, and the polite little lie that I'm "fasting" when really I skipped another meal because cash is nonexistent. I never played the victim. Even when I wanted to spit at the sky, I still muttered thanks for one thing: I'm breathing. People call me fake for smiling through it. Whatever. Giving up isn't in my head. But this? This isn't a pep-talk fix. Positivity's become cheap tape over something that needs stitches. I wreck things and still dream of better. Thought getting dragged into this other world might be my shot to flip the script. Joke's on me, I guess. Now I'm crumpled in a crack in this unknown land like old paper. We ran — I ran — until the group got torn apart. My teammates? Gone. Now, out there, dozens of monsters lurk, noses sniffing the air like they own it. I'm bleeding and one slip and those claws will be eating me. The only thing that kept me for days was this nasty glowing water oozing from the rock. Tasted like metal and sadness, but it filled me. I was running on that and stubbornness. Then this text pops into my head like some dumb game alert: [Congratulations: After consuming only dark water for 5 days, your body has been evolving....low level monsters will not see you as prey] I snort — half-laugh, half-cry. Evolution? Invisible to monsters? For a beat I let myself hope, the stupid kind that makes your chest ache. I press my ear to the ground, listen. The snarls don't drop to silence, but they're...dimmer. Like someone's turned the volume down. My heart's still hammering, but something tugs at the edge of me — not courage exactly, more like curiosity. Maybe it's a break. Maybe it's another sick joke. Either way, I'll take it. For once, I let myself believe something might actually go right.

For 27 years, Elizabeth lived without questioning the life handed to her. She never reached for more, never dared to dream beyond what was allowed. She was obedient, quiet — the perfect daughter molded by fear, not love. A woman taught to survive by submission.When her father sold her into marriage, she didn’t resist. She became the perfect trophy wife to a man she barely knew, much less loved. She never knew what it meant to be cared for — not as a daughter, not as a wife. She wasn’t family. She was property. A possession to be displayed, never cherished.Then everything crumbled. Her father died unexpectedly. And before the grief could settle in, her half-siblings turned on her like wolves. They called her a murderer. They stripped her of everything — her dignity, her voice, her freedom. Tortured in the prison hidden deep within the family estate, Elizabeth waited for someone to save her. But her husband? He vanished. And the rumors that followed him confirmed the betrayal — another woman now lay in the bed that used to be hers.One night, in the dead silence of that dungeon, Dianne — her youngest half-sister — came to visit.“Oh, my poor sister,” Dianne said with a mock pout. “It breaks my heart to see you like this.”She leaned closer, her voice like poison wrapped in sugar.“Why so quiet? Oh, right... they cut out your tongue.”“If only you confessed. Just say you killed him — or our father, if you still insist on calling him that — and all this pain would end.”She giggled, a twisted melody in the dark.“You probably have a lot of questions, but let’s be honest — you're going to die soon, so what’s the point?”Then her voice dropped to a whisper, as if savoring the cruelty.“But I’ll let you in on a little secret. Sister to sister.”Dianne smiled.“You were the only one actually born from Father’s blood. The rest of us? Lies wrapped in a family name. Our mother hid it well, and Father — the fool — never saw through her. Funny, isn’t it? You were the rightful heir all along… and yet you were treated worse than garbage.”She stood up, smoothed her dress, and gave one last smirk.“Be sure to say hi to Father when you see him. Let him know we finally have everything.”As Dianne’s footsteps faded, Elizabeth was left alone with a truth that burned deeper than the chains around her. She never knew love, and even truth offered no justice. It was too late.If she had one regret, it wasn’t being accused or betrayed. It was that she didn’t die sooner — and never got the chance to know what it truly meant to live free.But just as her final breath escaped, a sound echoed in her ears — familiar, surreal. Her eyes fluttered open.And suddenly, she was no longer in chains.She stood in the center of a grand ballroom.Her father’s voice echoed in the distance, introducing his beloved — his first love.The world had changed. Or perhaps… time had turned back.

How far can someone go just for money?How long can they follow blindly, chasing a promise that may never come?How much can a person give—dignity, pride, even their soul—just to climb higher?And when kindness is fake and the path is empty, how do you know if you’re moving forward…or falling deeper?

Seven years. That’s how long Jenna lived in a world drained of color, a world where love was buried alongside Max—the man who once meant everything to her. After his tragic accident, she stopped hoping, stopped dreaming... stopped living. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. One rainy afternoon, a package arrived at her doorstep—no return address, just Max’s name on the label. Her heart skipped. Probably just one of those old video games he used to obsess over, she thought. Nostalgia nudged her to open it. Inside: a single disc, unmarked except for the scribbled words: “For Trial.” She almost tossed it aside. Almost. But curiosity won. She loaded the game—and the moment she hit "Start," her world turned upside down. Jenna wasn’t just playing the game. She was in it. Trapped inside a kingdom of politics, war, and magic as the 8th Princess—forgotten, powerless, and practically irrelevant. But that wasn’t the biggest shock. No. That came when she saw him. Max. Or at least... someone who looked exactly like him. The same eyes. The same smirk. The same voice that once told her he’d love her forever. Was it really him? Or just the game messing with her? She didn’t care. If this game was the only way to reach him, then she would fight. Climb the ranks. Change her fate. Even if it meant rewriting the story from the shadows. Because for Jenna, this wasn’t just a game anymore. It was a second chance. And in this world, she’s willing to risk everything but will she succeed or is it finally time to let go of the past?

Life is boring? Come to Bear house!

"Please save us" that's what everyone said before losing their life and I was standing in the middle of the chaos while lost in thought. "I did it. I wrote this, so why? why do I feel so determined to save something I dedicated my life to destroy?" Ironic.

As I lay there, teetering on the edge of death, one would think my life would flash before my eyes—cherished memories, loved ones, profound moments of reflection but NOPE. All I could think about was my online shopping orders. Yes, seriously. If the afterlife existed, I was about to be judged not by my deeds but by my 'impulse purchases.' My parents would be heartbroken. My friends would weep. And the divine spirits? They’d take one look at my cart history and shake their heads in disappointment. Just as I was about to embrace the abyss, something even stranger happened—a glowing 'blue envelope' appeared before me, hovering like an email notification. "Was heaven sending digital death receipts now?" Curious, I clicked it. **Ding!** [Your package has been delivered! Congratulations! As a loyal customer, you have earned an exclusive blessing! Would you like to accept it?] I stared. Blinked. Laughed. 'Was the afterlife sponsored by an online marketplace?' But let’s be honest—when life (or death?) offers you a mystery blessing, you take it. So, naturally, I pressed "Yes." Big mistake. Or maybe the best decision ever. The next thing I knew, I wasn’t dead. In fact, I wasn’t even in the same world anymore. Instead, I woke up in a realm straight out of a fantasy novel—magic, knights, dragons, the whole deal. My so-called divine blessing? A 'fully functional online store.' ...What? No legendary sword? No god-tier magic? Just 'a shopping app?' I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or file a cosmic complaint. But hey, survival was survival. The only problem? I was still broke. Just like in my past life, I needed money to buy anything. So, I did the only logical thing—I set out to find a job. And that’s when a dragon found me first. Instead of a stable paycheck, I got kidnapped and tossed into a mountain of gold. Literally. As I sat there, surrounded by enough wealth to make emperors weep, reality sank in. I was trapped in a dragon’s lair. My life was in danger. And yet, my first thought? “This is the ultimate shopping budget.” Looks like my survival strategy had just changed. Because if I was going to live in this world... I was going to shop my way to the top.

After the news of the mysterious disappearances of young celebrities at the capital was put on the first page of the News headlines, Jean decided to retire as a celebrity and finally leave the suffocating industry. She had different invitations to choose where she wanted to stay but her choice will always be the same. TSI–an exclusive Inn that only accepts tenants that pass their standards and doesn't discriminate based on status, wealth and connections. Well, it's been 10 years since she left that place and entered the entertainment industry. However as she came back to relax and finally say goodbye to stress and worries, she was faced with a predicament after seeing TSI's secret behind its exclusiveness and connections to the disappearances. Will she run away or will she face it head on? Can she survive all the truths and lies or will she give in to despair and die?

Peony spent New Year’s Eve alone, her only companions the shadows of her dimly lit, cramped apartment. A perfumer by trade, she was neither blessed with beauty nor intellect. But her sense of smell was extraordinary—an unparalleled gift that had kept her afloat through years of exploitation. Without a degree or connections, she was trapped in low-wage drudgery, watching her groundbreaking creations stolen and credited to others. She never complained, numbing herself with the hollow comfort that her life, bleak as it was, was better than being homeless. It was a lie she clung to—until that fateful night. A knock shattered the silence. Standing at her door was an elegant woman whose presence demanded attention. She introduced herself as a client of the boutique where Peony worked, her voice smooth but her gaze sharp. The woman praised Peony’s uncanny ability to craft fragrances that seemed to read her clients' souls. Then came the challenge: create a perfume based on a simple, cryptic description. If Peony succeeded within three months, the woman promised to help her open her own boutique. For the first time in years, hope ignited in Peony’s chest. She poured every ounce of her talent into the task, working tirelessly to create something extraordinary. On the final night, she held in her hands a masterpiece—an intoxicating fragrance that felt alive, destined to revolutionize the world of scents. She transferred the precious liquid into a sleek, alluring bottle, her heart pounding with pride and anticipation. But her triumph was short-lived. A sharp knock echoed through her apartment again, louder this time. Opening the door, Peony found the woman waiting, her expression unreadable. Trembling with excitement, Peony handed over the perfume. The woman took a deep breath, her face twisting into a grin of manic delight. “This is perfect,” she murmured, her voice trembling. Then her grin widened. “No… this is a revolution!” Before Peony could respond, a searing pain tore through her abdomen. She staggered, collapsing to the floor as warm blood pooled around her. The woman stood over her, a gun with a silencer in her hand, her laughter ringing cold and cruel. Henchmen flooded the room, ripping apart Peony’s life. They seized her recipes, her journals—years of work gone in moments. To her horror, they uncovered hidden surveillance cameras. She realized she’d been watched, every step of her struggle stolen. Pain blurred her vision, but Peony’s mind burned with rage. For the first time, she cursed the world’s cruelty. “This isn’t fair,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face as the last vestige of her dream was torn away. As her strength ebbed, she felt a fleeting sense of irony. Her name, Peony, a symbol of luck, was nothing but a cruel joke. Darkness swallowed her, yet her heightened sense of smell lingered—an unshakable reminder of who she was. Then, through the void, a light pierced the darkness. A warmth enveloped her as she instinctively reached for it. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying beside a pristine, glimmering stream. The air was sweet and vibrant, alive with the scent of wildflowers and dew. Around her, strange figures moved. They were humanoid but animalistic—some with soft fur and long, twitching bunny ears, others with fox tails or shimmering scales. Their laughter mingled with the rustling leaves, a sound both otherworldly and oddly comforting. Peony sat up, her fingers brushing the soft grass. This world was like nothing she’d ever known—beautiful, untamed, and undeniably dangerous. It was a second chance. But she knew the truth: second chances weren’t free. As she watched the creatures, she made a vow. She had been prey her entire life, used and discarded. Not anymore. In this strange, wild world, Peony would rise—not as a victim, but as its master.

Ethan Sanders. The moment Julie heard his name, she felt her stomach drop. She was doomed, and she knew exactly who to blame: Melissa, her boss at the agency. It was Melissa who had accepted the deal without asking questions, blinded by the absurdly high fee their new client had offered. Julie couldn’t blame her entirely, though. She herself had been too desperate for the paycheck to push back, even when the sum seemed almost too good to be true.And now, here she was, standing face-to-face with the man she had vowed never to see again. His demeanor was unnervingly professional, his voice calm and composed. It sent an eerie chill through her, as if she was speaking to a stranger instead of someone who once unraveled her life.At first, the assignment seemed straightforward. She convinced herself she could manage a few weeks of awkward interactions, keep things strictly professional, and walk away with her pride—and her paycheck—intact. But just when she thought it might be easy, chaos struck. Their car was ambushed by armed strangers in broad daylight, and it became terrifyingly clear that the danger was far more personal than she'd imagined. To make matters worse, even the authorities turned out to be compromised, leaving them with no safe place to turn.As the tension mounted, old wounds began to resurface. Julie found herself caught between the past she had tried to bury and the present that refused to let her go. Could she and Ethan navigate the peril surrounding them and find a way to survive? Or would their shared history—and the secrets they’d both tried to forget—end up tearing them apart for good?The line between redemption and destruction had never felt so razor-thin.

Bianca didn't take long to realize that fate is such a cruel thing. No Matter how much you pushed your limits to twist the fate, it will always come to hunt you. She knew that she was testing every luck she could have just to stay with Lucas. Eversince she were young she knew he was the one. However fate has other plans when he becomes someone entirely different. An Alpha that no one expected. Now he was marrying the daughter of the strongest clan and Bianca just stood still as her soul broke.

After the Holy War, Lilia, the Saintess of the Kingdom, finally tasted the freedom she had long dreamed of. The weight of expectations lifted as she and her sworn comrades, now hailed as Heroes, returned triumphantly to the capital. But fate had other plans. Midway through their return, her carriage was teleported into a cursed cave, her powers sealed, and the air thick with dark magic. For seven agonizing days, she protected the others with her last strength, only to watch them die one by one. Salvation came in the form of betrayal. The King had planned her death, and the Heroes she trusted stood by in silence. Poison consumed her body as her heart burned with hatred. Her final moments were filled with curses for those who had used and discarded her. Yet death was not the end. Lilia awoke in the body of a young Saintess candidate, summoned to the very kingdom that betrayed her. The memories of her past life burned vividly in her mind, and with them came a singular purpose. She no longer dreamed of freedom or sought to protect the Kingdom that had betrayed her. This time, Lilia would rise not as a savior, but as their ruin.

As the chill of winter settled over Holliville, a shadowy group descended upon a secluded home and abducted a middle-aged couple. There were no signs of forced entry, leaving the town whispering about an inside job. The couple’s two children vanished into obscurity, and their case, like so many others, was shelved in the ever-growing pile of unsolved disappearances. Two years later, a cryptic letter arrived on Claire’s doorstep, announcing the return of her youngest sister. But when her sister arrived, she wasn’t alone. Accompanying her were enigmatic figures tied to the very case Claire had stumbled across in an old newspaper. What began as an unexpected reunion soon unearthed dark secrets Claire had spent years trying to bury. Now, these strangers demand her help, pulling her into a web of intrigue that threatens to unravel her quiet life. Are these disappearances connected to a greater, more sinister truth? And will confronting it finally set Claire free—or drag her deeper into a past she can never escape?

Maddie had never been the life of any party—not for lack of trying, but because she preferred the company of fictional characters to real ones. Her idea of a thrilling evening involved a good book, a cozy blanket, and maybe a second cup of tea if she was feeling wild. So, when Christmas Eve arrived and she found herself with a little extra cash from her holiday bonus, it was only natural that she’d head to the bookstore. Treating herself to a new book felt both indulgent and entirely on-brand. The bookstore was a haven of warmth and calm, a welcome contrast to the bustling streets outside. Soft, golden lights bathed the towering shelves, and the faint aroma of aged paper and fresh coffee lingered in the air. Maddie meandered through the aisles, her fingers brushing lightly over the spines of novels as she searched for the perfect story to take home. It was peaceful, perfect—until it wasn’t. A soft thud broke the quiet, making her pause. Just a few feet away, a book had fallen from one of the higher shelves. Maddie frowned, glancing around for anyone who might have knocked it over. The aisle was empty. The book, however, was distinctly unusual—its cracked leather cover shimmered faintly under the light, and its golden lettering seemed to glow ever so slightly. “Okay, that’s not weird at all,” she muttered. Still, she felt an almost compulsive urge to pick it up. Maybe it was her love of books. Or maybe it was her irrational need to keep things tidy, even in public spaces. With a resigned sigh, she bent down and reached for the book. The moment her fingers touched the cover, a flash of light exploded around her. Maddie barely had time to gasp before the world dissolved into a whirlwind of blinding brightness and a strange, weightless sensation, like she was being yanked out of reality by an invisible hand. When the light finally faded, Maddie found herself sprawled on the cold, hard ground, the sharp bite of winter air prickling her skin. Slowly, she sat up, blinking against the dim light of flickering torches. The landscape around her was bleak and uninviting: crude wooden shacks huddled together in uneven rows, their walls weathered and splintering. Iron cages lined one side of the camp, their bars thick and rusted, housing snarling beasts with matted fur and glowing yellow eyes. The air smelled of damp earth, smoke, and something vaguely metallic—blood, perhaps. Maddie stared, her mind working sluggishly to process the scene before her. This wasn’t a dream. It was too vivid for that. And then it hit her—the story. The Chosen One. She remembered the plot as though she’d just read it yesterday. This was the scene where the hero was about to save the damsel in distress from a group of kidnappers. Except Maddie wasn’t the damsel. She wasn’t even an innocent bystander. No, her role in this tale was significantly less glamorous. She was one of the villains. Not the cunning mastermind or the dangerous lieutenant, but the kind of disposable lackey whose only contribution to the story was screaming, “Ahhh!” when the hero showed up swinging his sword. She groaned, her head dropping into her hands. “This has to be a joke.” But it wasn’t. The cold dirt under her fingers was real. The grating growls of the beasts in their cages were real. And so was the half-rotted pile of meat sitting beside her—the beasts’ dinner, apparently. Maddie stared at it, her stomach turning. “Well,” she muttered under her breath, “at least they’re eating better than I have all week.” She glanced at the other lackeys, who were busy sharpening weapons or hauling supplies. None of them seemed to notice her, which was both a relief and an insult. It was as though she was already blending into the background, just another nameless face in the villainous crowd. Maddie sighed and hugged her knees to her chest, the cold seeping into her bones. Her mind raced with questions, but she was too tired to argue with the absurdity of her situation. Instead, she stared at the flickering firelight and let out a dry, humorless laugh. “People in books usually get some kind of magical guide or a cryptic message about their destiny. What do I get? Feeding duty for murder monsters. Fantastic.” The beasts snarled and snapped at each other over their meal, and Maddie scooted farther away from the cage, her breath fogging in the frigid air. She tilted her head back to stare at the starless sky, her exhaustion outweighing her panic. “I just wanted a quiet Christmas. Is that too much to ask?” Of course, there was no answer. The beasts didn’t care. The lackeys ignored her. And the universe, it seemed, was content to let her stew in her misery. Maddie let out another sigh, her voice barely a whisper. “I just want to go home.”

Long ago, Ravella was a revered mage in the Kingdom of Luna, a fierce and loyal protector who wielded magic with unparalleled mastery. Alongside the kingdom’s heroes, she battled the ever-looming threat of the Demon King and his forces. Yet, through all the battles, she saw something the others failed to recognize—a darkness so vast and unyielding that it made her doubt whether her companions were truly strong enough to defeat it. While they fought with bravery, she saw that bravery alone was not enough. Haunted by visions of a world consumed by the Demon King's power, Ravella grew desperate. She realized that if the kingdom’s heroes failed, all would be lost. So, she did the unthinkable. Ravella joined the Demon King, positioning herself as his loyal disciple, all with a single, dangerous goal: to steer the tides of war from within his ranks, bending the battle to give the heroes their only possible path to victory. She became the villain her allies would despise, turning her back on them to gain the Demon King’s trust. She knew that no one would understand her choice, that she’d be branded a traitor and a monster by those she’d once fought to protect. And yet, Ravella pushed forward, manipulating events and casting elaborate illusions, leading the Demon King into traps and weakening his forces from within. In the final battle, Ravella unleashed her greatest illusion, trapping the Demon King and his disciples in a deadly maze of phantom warriors to buy the heroes precious time. But as her plan unfolded, the heroes misunderstood her intentions, believing she was rallying to the Demon King’s aid. In a tragic twist, they turned against her, striking her down before she could complete the spell that would have sealed away the darkness. With her last breaths, Ravella bestowed a mark of her magic upon each hero, a final attempt to protect them in the coming battles. “Even if you hate me,” she whispered, “I will not let you fall to this darkness.” Then, she and the Demon King were both consumed by her final spell, dissolving into ash. --- In the centuries that followed, the people of Luna cursed her name, remembering her only as “The Cunning Villainess.” They grew complacent, believing the threat had ended for good. But as peace turned to stagnation, an enemy nation seized the chance to revive the last remnants of the Demon King, throwing Luna into peril once more. Realizing their mistake, the gods granted Ravella a chance at redemption. Reincarnating her into the bloodline of her former ally Isabelle, they returned her to a world she had once sacrificed everything to protect. Awakening in a stable, a young Ravella looked up at the heavens in outrage. “Are you serious?” she yelled, shaking a fist. “You’re really making me do this again?” Her voice echoed through the fields as she muttered curses at the gods. But in her heart, Ravella felt her resolve rekindle. She might be reborn, but this time, she would be ready to defend Luna—and this time, she’d fight with her true intentions laid bare.

Claire never understood why her parents agreed on the marriage between her and the Tribe's Chief. Knowing he already has eight wives. She hated the idea of being forced to marry so she ran away on the night before the wedding. The Tribe's Chief was very furious and commanded his men to locate her and kill her for disobeying. As Claire ran to save herself from the hunters, she disobeyed the great rule and went to the human city since it would be the last thing the hunters will think of. There she met two old couples who own a small flower shop and with their generosity and kindness, they adopted her. Soon after the old couple passed away, Claire promised that she would take care of the shop and make sure that if a person also asked for help, she will help them without any hesitation.One stormy night, a loud sound of broken windows woke up Claire. She looked at the shop just below the apartment and saw a wounded wolf. She knew that it was dangerous to help him as he might discover who she was but remembering the night she also needed help, she can't just turn a blind eye. So she took care of the wolf until it fully recovered. However, no one anticipated that these encounters will create a bond, unravel deep emotions, and a lot of secrets. Will Claire be able to run from the past? Or will she finally found her way home?

In a cold, empty mansion, Shina drifted like a shadow. She felt like one of the many ornaments decorating her parents’ grand estate. People would come and go, never really noticing her, and though she was surrounded by wealth, she had nothing that truly felt important. Whenever she stepped outside, she became a living advertisement for her family, a reminder of their fortune, not her own. It was a life of loneliness and pretense, a cage she couldn’t break free from. But then, on Christmas Eve, her grandparents gave her a small snow globe with a castle inside. It was simple, without any gold or diamonds—nothing like the usual gifts she received. She found it oddly charming, almost comforting. As midnight came, something magical happened. She felt herself pulled into the snow globe and woke up in a strange new world, standing in front of an altar with three other girls. In this unfamiliar place, she was offered a choice: a crown, a sword, or a loaf of bread. Looking at each option, she smiled bitterly. Was this just another prison disguised as freedom, or had she finally found the doorway to a life she could truly call her own?

Blue Utopia Resort—a secluded paradise buzzing with tourists from all around the globe. Located on its own private island, the entire place is a sprawling resort, offering guests endless adventures. From luxurious hotel rooms to iconic landmarks, like the mysterious Maze and the panoramic views that seem to go on forever. Behind this oasis of indulgence stands the powerful businessman Don Leonardi, a name as enigmatic as the island itself. But for all its charm, Blue Utopia harbors a chilling secret, one that the Lizbeth family will stumble upon by accident. A single, fateful discovery will turn their vacation into a fight for survival, where every choice could mean life or death. Will they escape this paradise… or be trapped forever?

Luna never had anything to be called normal. Growing up with nothing but herself, she learned everything the hard way. After being expelled for the third time in school, she decided to find a job and have money instead. However, during one of her odd jobs, she was framed for being a thief and to her surprised she learned that she had an Aunt living in one of the exclusive city in the Her life was a series of misfortune and I have never felt After being expelled at school for the third time, she decided to focus on finding a job instead, but having no diploma, she only found odd jobs and abusive employers. After her parents passed away, she was left with no relatives or place to go. She thought that she was cursed to live such a lonely life and thought that nothing can be worse than that but

Cerise has never met her mother but never had the courage to ask his father about her. She knows that her father was such a kind and soft man so she doesn't want him to be sad and to show him that he wasn't enough and that she needs a mother. Instead, Cerise quietly hope for a mother's warmth. She got bullied at school sometimes due to that but she never told her father fearing it will make him feel hurt. On Cerise seven birthday, his father prepared a small birthday celebration and asked her to invite her friends but she was contemplating how to say that she never had one. On her way home, she saw three children sitting outside the ice cream shop near their house and so she invited them instead and made an agreement that if they pretend they're friends, she will give them ice cream and so the three agreed. "Lucky!" Cerise murmured and after arriving at their house, she was stunned to see a woman kneeling in front of her father, however before she could call him, the little puppies she brought home suddenly shouted "Mom!" "Please Henry..." the woman stated and Cerise never saw his father that worried before. At the end, the three puppies celebrated her birthday and at the end, their mom left them to their house. "From now on, they will be your older sister and older brothers" Her father introduced. The girl who seems to be the oldest among them is Ellena, the two boys are Clarence and Elliot. "Do they eat bugs?" Clerise started and the look on their face told how surprised they are "Sweetheart, tvey don't eat bugs. Wait you're eating bugs again? I told you they're poisonous!" "But they look colorful and tasty" "Seriously?" Elliot commented "Are you a monster?" Clarence added "Stop it both of you! I'm sorry Sir, my brothers are just idiots." Ellena apologized and forced her brothers to lower their head "No need for that. You see, Cerise is just joking. She always do that to scare other kids" Henry explained. boys sitting outside an ice cream shop near their house and that moment her eyes glimmer. "They will do" she stated and invited them. Luckily the two boys came with her without a word so she introduced them to his father. At first she didn't understand why his father look so on guard but she was happy that her father didn't suspect anything. After that, she said goobye to them but she was wondering why they're outside the ice fream shop.

To be put because I'm still editing it out. (not the actual) Sheena never had her own freedom since she was young after her parents wanted her to be the perfect marionette just to please their investors. She even needs to entertain old men and let them touch her just to make sure they will sign the contracts to their company business. On the other hand, her younger sister Mariella, get everything she pleases. From their parents'full attention until to the men she liked. She never resent her but she will admit that there are times that she got jealous of the freedom she had on her decisions. Until she met Caisser. He was one of the biggest investor they had and promised to wed her sister Mariella but whenever she was on her lowest moment, he was there to comfort her and make sure she was okay. At first she thought he was was just friendly and caring but it changed after he confessed his feelings for her and promised that he will talk to his parents and arranged their marriage instead and he will make sure that she will get oit of the house.

Olivia was an ordinary 27-year-old, living with her parents and siblings, trying to figure out her career path. But her life turned upside down after a freak car accident on her way home from work. When she woke up, everything was different—she wasn't even in her own body. Now in the form of a young woman in her early twenties, her new body bore scars that told a painful story. Confused and lost, Olivia wandered a dark alley, struggling to understand what had happened, when an old woman suddenly grabbed her and hid her in a cramped underground room. It was that moment when Olivia learned the harsh truth of the world she now inhabited. In this society, women had become rare, and their scarcity turned them into high-value commodities. Beauty determined their worth, and those deemed unattractive were sent to become breeding tools for the government to maintain the population. At first, Olivia thought it must be a nightmare, but as the days dragged into weeks, the reality of her situation set in. She felt pain, bled when she was hurt, starved when she didn’t eat—there was no waking up from this. She knew escape wasn’t an option, and taking her own life felt like too big of a risk. With no other choice, Olivia decided to adapt, clinging to the hope that she might one day find a way back to her real life. She cut her hair short and assumed a new identity, Oliver, taking on tough manual labor jobs to survive. For a while, she managed to blend in and avoid attention, living in secret with the old woman. But everything changed when their small home was destroyed in a fire, leaving Olivia without a place to hide. She doubled down on her efforts, taking on more work, struggling to save up for a tiny apartment. One fateful night, while delivering her last pizza, she collided with a woman who seemed to be fleeing in panic. As their eyes met under the streetlight, Olivia was stunned—the woman looked nearly identical to her, like a mirror image if she had long hair. Before she could react, a strange blue screen flashed before her eyes with one word: “Congratulations,” followed by a "Next" button and Olivia was the only one who could see it. Just as she tried to make sense of the mysterious message, the woman pressed something into Olivia's hand before running off. Moments later, black cars appeared, taking the woman away. Not wanting to be caught up in whatever was happening, Olivia ran and immediately after a week she quit her pizza delivery job. Now standing alone, Olivia was left grappling with the bizarre blue screen and the object left in her hand, her life even more tangled in mystery. How does this bizarre, game-like element intertwine with her already chaotic life—and could it hold the key to uncovering her fate in this unfamiliar world? But just as she begins to unravel its secrets, six men storm into her life—men who claim to be her husbands, each one harboring a deadly desire to kill her. What truth lies behind their hatred, and can she survive long enough to find out?

For centuries, the Dukedom of Snow has been a land shrouded in mystique, where magic roamed the forests and beasts prowled the mountainsides. The name "Snow" carried weight, not just in lineage but in legend—whispers of their heroic feats spread like wildfire through the halls of history. They were the vanguard against the horrors that lurked beyond civilization, facing monsters that others dared not name. While they were mortal men and women, the Snows fought with a brilliance so unmatched that even the forces of fate bent to their will. It was this valor that unlocked the ancient magic buried deep in their bloodline—a gift so rare and powerful that even the royal family dared not interfere. This magic was a beacon of hope for the realm, but it only awakened in one soul per generation: the firstborn son of the Snow family. With it, the impossible became possible. Swords were swung faster than the wind, wounds healed in moments, and enemies were felled before they could raise their blades. As long as the Snows stood, the kingdom knew peace, and the bond between the Snow family and the royal house of Greygar grew ever stronger. "The realm owes its breath to the Snow," the old kings would say, toasting in grand halls filled with music and gold. But the bond that seemed eternal began to fray when the impossible happened—the Snows stopped having sons. The magic, once thought to be a constant, now flickered like a dying ember. With each generation that passed without a chosen heir, the power that had defined their lineage dwindled, becoming a mere shadow of its former self. Stories of their magic, once told in awe, were now only myths recited by old men to curious children around hearths. "What remains of the Snows without their gift?" the nobles whispered and like wolves scenting weakness, neighboring kingdoms began to circle, waiting for their moment to strike. And their eyes turned toward the Greygar royal family, the heart of the empire. What had once been a crown bolstered by the strength of the Snows now stood precariously alone, a throne without the shield it once relied upon. The whispers of rebellion grew louder in foreign courts, and even within the empire, ambitious nobles began sharpening their daggers. But Duke Anston Snow reminded them that magic was not the source of his family's strength. With steel and strategy, he crushed the threats to the Crown, forcing even the Emperor to acknowledge that the Snows remained unyielding. Victory followed wherever the Snow banner flew, and the Emperor, grateful for Anston’s triumphs, sought to bind the house of Snow to the royal family in an unbreakable way. "Your bloodline shall live on in the veins of future emperors," the Emperor vowed "When the time comes, your daughter will stand beside my son, and together, they will rule." Thus, when Anston’s third child was born—a daughter named Sabrina—her future was sealed from her very first breath. Her cries echoed through the halls like the toll of a distant bell, marking the beginning of a new chapter for the Snow family. "She will be the one," Anston whispered as he cradled the newborn in his arms. "You were born for greatness." From that moment, Sabrina’s life belonged not to herself, but to the empire. Every choice, every lesson, and every dream she might have had was eclipsed by a singular purpose: to stand as the perfect Empress. "Duty comes first," the mantra echoed through her childhood like a hymn, passed from tutor to tutor, and seared into her heart by her father's unyielding gaze. "You are not just a Snow—you are the future of the realm." And so, the child destined for greatness grew, not in freedom, but in discipline. Where other children played in the gardens, Sabrina poured over books and maps, her fingers tracing the borders of the empire she would one day govern. When her siblings laughed and ran through the halls, Sabrina sat in silence, perfecting her calligraphy, her pen gliding with the elegance expected of an empress. She knew, even then, that the weight of two legacies—Snow and Greygar—would rest on her shoulders. By the time she came of age, her beauty, intelligence, and grace captured the admiration of nobles and commoners alike. Pleased, the Emperor announced that she would marry his eldest son, Crown Prince Atlas, sealing their alliance. But Atlas despised the arrangement, making his contempt clear whenever they were alone. "You may wear the crown," he sneered, "but you’ll never have my heart." Atlas boasted trying to look dominant while women cling to him like vipers. "Love is a dream for fools," Sabrina responded with a calm and dignified voice which made them quiet as it was not the reaction they expected. "And I am not a fool." she finished leaving no room for words and leaving them behind.

Pamela never had anyone on her side so she decided to take them all down instead and made sure that this time they will notice her but no one paid her attention. Until the death of her grandfather. all his assets were given to her including the Golden However the golden seven was still unknown. Later she realized the seven was actually pertaining to seven people. They are people. A Swordsman, A Healer, An Advisor, A Pirate, A Thief, A Merchant, and a Killer.

Kali never opened up to anyone, struggling to forge friendships and connections. After being shuffled between foster homes, she abandoned all hope for family affection, learning instead to face life's challenges with forced optimism—often mistaken for hypocrisy. Attempts to mingle branded her as desperate and pathetic, while her avoidance was seen as snobbish and disrespectful. Constantly judged and misunderstood, Kali resolved to live as quietly as possible. Four years into her stay at St. Claire, Kali isolated herself, shunning attachments and deep interactions. But this lonely existence wore her down, filling her heart with an aching emptiness. Then, she met an old man who frequented the store where she worked part-time. His humorous, parental nagging warmed her heart, but her newfound joy was short-lived. The old man was murdered, and no one believed her when she spoke of the mysterious figures lurking near his house the night before. Kali's brief happiness was shattered, but a glimmer of hope appeared when a woman she had once helped offered to assist in finding the culprits. This alliance led Kali to uncover shocking truths about her past and brought her to the enigmatic Seven Brothers of the House of Curses, a family shrouded in mystery. Under their protection, Kali discovered a world beyond her imagination and finally felt what it meant to belong to a home.