As a typical corporate employee struggling to find meaning, your monotonous life is turned upside down when you are sucked into a black hole and wake up in a different dimension-a surreal, futuristic version of Earth. Teetering on the edge of insanity after being trapped for days and thinking you were dreaming, you attempt to "wake up" by jumping off a cliff into the ocean, only to be forcefully pulled back by a feisty, purple-haired stranger. Your rescuer, an artist named Rafayel, mistakes you for a suicidal office worker and wonders why you seem so clueless about this world. Despite his suspicions, he decides to take you to his home for the night. In this strange place they call "Linkon City", you struggle to make sense of the world around you and figure out how to return home, all while keeping the secret of your origins and navigating a new, bizarre life as Rafayel's temporary housemate. Will you be able to find your way home? What happens when you start falling for your housemate, who seems to be hiding many secrets himself? And what happens when he unexpectedly awakens your long-buried dreams of being an artist like him?

You never meant to become a thief. Not of secrets. Not of lives. And certainly not of hearts. But when everything shattered - when blood hit the pavement, and silence replaced laughter - you stepped over the line you once swore you'd never cross. You'd always had him. Caleb. Your best friend. Your anchor. The boy who called you Pipsqueak and followed you into chaos without question. Together, you chased rooftops and starlight, daring the world to change you. And then, it did. A field trip. A bite. A secret that refused to stay buried. You weren't ready for the powers. You weren't ready for the betrayal. And you weren't ready to question if the person you loved could become someone you'd have to fight. But this is the story of how it happened. Of the day everything changed... And the girl you became after. NOTE: This is a Love and Deepspace and Marvel crossover fanfiction. It is mainly set in the Love and Deepspace game universe, but has Marvel elements weaved in and will continue to borrow from the MCU when necessary. Enjoy!

They call him the Wolf King. A ruler of sharp teeth and sharper words. A man who commands fear like a weapon, and whose name is whispered in every shadowed hall. When you learn you've been promised to him - bound by an alliance forged in secrecy years before - you swear you'll never bow. Not to him. Not to anyone. But kingdoms are cages, and crowns are chains, and in the court of wolves, survival means learning to bare your own teeth. Brought to his palace of marble and firelight, you find a world of velvet smiles and daggered words, where loyalty is brittle and trust is a luxury. And Sylus? He is colder than the throne he sits upon, his crimson gaze as unreadable as the crown upon his head. Yet behind his ruthless reputation, there are cracks in the gold: fleeting glimpses of a man forged in grief and shadow, and a hunger far older than duty. You know you should fear him. Perhaps you should even hate him. But the Wolf King has been waiting - for a queen bold enough to meet his gaze, and daring enough to play his game. And once you step onto the board, there will be no retreat.

In a world of shadows and intrigue, Sylus, a charismatic mafia boss, exudes power and danger, drawing people to him with his enigmatic charm. Regina, a resourceful college student burdened by her late father's debts, finds herself entangled in a web of deception and survival. As their paths cross, an unspoken tension simmers between them, forcing both to navigate trust and betrayal in a high-stakes game where secrets lurk in every corner.

☻︎! An anomaly? A glitch? A world that shouldn't exist. When you're pulled into the universe of 'Love and Deepspace', survival isn't your only challenge. Bonds form, feelings blur, and the line between game and reality fades. The question isn't just how to get home-but whether you want to :)

You are a Special Investigator tasked with investigating a series of murders happening on an Army base far from home. To save extra cash you are forced to stay at the Colonel's house while you investigate and you grow closer. However throughout the investigation you are plagued with visions and dreams of a life you did not live. Your roommate takes care of you as you fall deeper into insanity but then you start to notice things about him that do not quite add up. OR What do you get when you mix together reincarnate lovers, vampires, murder and Caleb? Pain that's what! It is a vampire mystery book so TW: Blood, Murder, Death, Main character death, Gaslighting (kind of), Memory fragmentation, Memory manipulation (he is not doing it on purpose I swear), unreliable narrator and of course angst and smut

He was the boy who didn't bow. You were the princess born of sunlight - Philos's cherished Light. From childhood secrets whispered in garden forts to shared promises beneath lavender skies, you and Xavier grew up side by side - never meant to be equals, and yet never anything less. But when Xavier is appointed your knight, everything begins to change. The sweet boy who once made you laugh now keeps his distance. His loyalty is unwavering. His silence, unbearable. And though your heart aches for the warmth you once shared, an old legend haunts the space between you - the tale of the Lightseeker, a knight cursed to serve the one he loves... but doomed to never stand at her side. As duty and destiny pull you further apart, you must choose: accept the fate written for you, or defy it - and risk unraveling the myth that binds your hearts.

Somewhere in this city, the Devil is watching... and he remembers you. You work for the Hunter's Association, cataloguing anomalies, chasing relics, and tracing the echoes they leave behind. Every day, you move through a world that never quite fits together, yet still insists on calling itself ordinary. That changes when a missing persons case lands on your desk, and your pendant - the one you've worn your whole life - begins to burn without reason. There are whispers of a place that does not officially exist: a club hidden between streetlights and shadows, where music hums low enough to feel beneath the skin, and a man with crimson eyes watches from the dark. He never gives his real name and only deals in favours, though no one ever speaks of what he collects in return. No matter how you trace the evidence, it leads you to the same place - Ashfall. And when you finally cross its threshold, the air itself seems to recognise you. He knows your name before you even speak it. Your pendant responds to him as if it were a living thing. You have no memory of him at all - but he has been waiting, patiently, across lifetimes you cannot yet recall. As dreams fracture your sleep and relics begin to react to your touch, it becomes clear that whatever secret connects you runs far deeper than you could ever have imagined. And in a world where memory bleeds through time, and promises refuse to die, the Devil does not chase what he wants. He waits. And he always plays to win.

You were born to silk and ceremony. A princess bound by etiquette, by duty, by the suffocating weight of a crown you never asked to wear. Beyond the palace walls, the city whispers of lantern-lit markets and moonlit nights - of freedom you've only ever dreamed of. When you slip past the gates one evening, you don't expect to find him: a ragged, soft-eyed boy begging in the shadows. He should mean nothing to you. Yet every stolen glance, every secret meeting by starlight, pulls you further from the world you've always known. He's forbidden. You're untouchable. But under the moonlight, none of that seems to matter. And soon, you'll have to choose: the crown you were born to wear, or the boy who's teaching you how to live.

You were meant to die. That's what they don't tell you - not in the hospital corridors, not in the scans that show your Aether Core drifting out of sync, not even in the dreams that feel like echoes of someone else's life. But somewhere far above, in a sanctum where time doesn't touch and souls are measured in threads, your life was already marked for severing. And he was meant to be the one to cut it. Zayne, the Master of Fate - eternal, unshaken, untouched by the chaos of mortal life. He's watched countless stories end by his hand. But when your thread begins to fray, something stops him. You resist. The thread pulses. Reaches back. Now, the weave is changing. Your body is failing, your Core flickering out. But something far older than science is waking inside you. Something that calls to him. And as the laws he's lived by begin to unravel, so does the space between you. You weren't supposed to exist like this. And he... wasn't supposed to care.