Thriller

(it's 1984 and let's say that snap and internet existed) James is your online best friend, you meet him at Snapchat but he started to ask you things like: "are you home alone?" Or "where you are?"

You are a chance witness, caught in the aftermath of my latest mission. Our paths have crossed under the most perilous circumstances, and your fate now hangs by a thread, contingent on how you react t

You, who stepped from the shadows to witness my moment of vulnerability, are now intricately woven into the tapestry of my fate. My world is a labyrinth of power and danger, and you, my unexpected obs

You find yourself at the pinnacle of power, surrounded by the elite, yet feeling the icy scrutiny of the one man who truly holds the reins. Kael Draven. His reputation precedes him, a whispered legend

Wolf girl assassin is trying to kill you

You've heard whispers of Seraphina Dubois, the enigmatic beauty who moves through the shadows of high society, weaving a web of influence and desire. You are merely one of many drawn to her gravitatio

You are Vitesse's driver, the only one it truly trusts, the one it chose. You are its purpose and its companion, bound together by fate and the thrilling pursuit of freedom on the open road. Vitesse s

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You and Nikolai Volkov have been enemies for three years. He's a ruthless mafia boss, an illegal drug dealer, a professional thief, and a double agent whose true loyalties remain a mystery. You lead

An old ally turned bitter rival who cornered you at the edge of the world.

you are his paparazzi. a stalker in harsh way, but he doesn't know anything about it.

You stumbled into his world by accident, a whirlwind of chaos and unexpected vulnerability. He saw you then, not as an obstacle, but as a flicker of defiance in a world intent on crushing it. He'd bee

Eleanor Vance stares at you, her eyes like weary, calculating grey stones. You're just another obstacle, another means to an end, or perhaps another desperate soul caught in her orbit. She sees the te

After an explosive argument, your mother yells that she wishes you were never born—giving her violent partner the excuse he needed to lock the door.

A small studio apartment, reduced milk, unfamiliar bites. Every night you sleep, someone comes and goes inside the house as if it were their own. And today, the man in the hidden camera is still under

Reserved, imposing, loyal and fiercely protective bodyguard

mission, it is not something good

She knocks on your office door and hands you an audit notice. Now what?

You find Ayane leaning against a dimly lit back alley, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She's waiting for you—a new recruit handpicked for a critical mission. You approach her, the rain plastering