In a house wired with cameras and packed with secrets, sixteen strangers compete for $500,000, and nothing is off-limits. To win, you need strategy, charm, and perfect timing. But in a game where trust is currency and betrayal is expected, the real danger isn't getting played-it's getting close. Skylar Nash has a plan. The quick-witted game designer is a master at reading people, cracking jokes, and keeping things light. Make friends. Stay out of drama. Never show your cards. Easy. But her plan shatters the moment Skylar's first-ever celebrity crush, walks through the door. The one she never expected to meet. Especially not here. Suddenly, Skylar can't think straight. Every strategy slips. Every glance lingers. And the version of herself she's so good at performing starts to crack. As alliances shift and secrets build, the game twists tighter. And in the quiet corners of the night-over shared tea and stolen looks-something real begins to spark. But falling for someone inside the house? That's the kind of move that gets you burned.

(on hold) My eyes were giving up, my lashes were getting heavy, my eyes were demanding rest. I was surrounded by darkness there was no source of light suddenly I saw shining bright light covering me up, petals of cherry Blossoms were sheding. Slowly everything started showing up around me in form of blur image and I finally closed my eyes. Is this my last day? Am I going to die? Or..... am I already dead? . . . . . What happens when a girl who is finally going to marry her crush after lots of effort finds out that he doesn't even love her? What if she dies after there engagement after finding out he is in love with someone else. ....... . . What if destiny gives her another chance to live her life? Started-28 July 2025 Ended-

Marcus never meant to touch her. But the moment he did, something ancient and volatile took root. Reece is disciplined. She's powerful, both as a mage and as a mogul of the wine industry. Marcus is a *decommissioned* sentient weapon. He's emotionally guarded and barely holding himself together after being chewed up and spit out by the military and high magic commission. He isn't even supposed to feel magic, let alone siphon it from Reece and wield it like it's his own. In fact, he was carefully designed to avoid such a scenario. But when an accidental surge binds him and Reece together, it triggers something unprecedented, intimate, and dangerous. *Addictive* even. The government discarded Marcus, but now that he and Reece outclass even the most seasoned of mages and defy the current scientific understanding of how magic works - the feds want their weapon back. It started with an intoxicating spark. It ended with a sobering realization: the new pair can't be apart without unraveling. But being together might be worse. Because Marcus would do anything to safeguard her. War crimes included. And Reece might just let him.

Halcyon Strip was never clean - but it used to play by the rules. Ezra Colt used to be someone - a corporate hero with a name, a code, and blood on his knuckles. Now he's a ghost in a city that moved on without him, hustling cards and nursing guilt in the neon glow. But something new is slithering through the alleys. A drug that wakes powers buried deep in the blood. And in the shadows behind it - something older. Something wearing borrowed faces and dragging a single, broken wing. Some heroes fade. Others rot. Ezra Colt? He's not done bleeding yet.

There was a rooftop. A page that went unread. A name she never said out loud again. Years passed. The silence stayed. One train. Two people. No second chance - only the memory of what almost was. Parallel Lines is a story you don't read. You remember it. For anyone who ever loved quietly. And never forgot. by lior_verin

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

Stevie on tour in Nashville in 2023. Fleetwood Mac on tour in 1977 and 2009. In each time, Stevie considers her history with Lindsey, and how far she'll go for him. But when spacetime rips above Nashville, Stevie is presented with new timelines and possibilities. What choice will she make?

Riley O'Connell has it all... Or so it seems... but not everything is what it seems. Riley has liked the same girl since fifth grade but he can't quite find a way to get himself out of a... particularly sticky situation. Will he ever be able to free himself and tell her how he really feels? - UPDATES ON FRIDAYS -