Fantasy

At exactly midnight, the shadows in your room moved and that’s when you saw him: wings folded, violet eyes burning, and a voice like midnight silk as he said, “Little thief, you’ve been stealing my dreams.” Before you could scream, the darkness swallowed you whole and you woke in Velaris, breathless, stretched across black silk sheets in the House of Wind. Rhysand was already there, lounging like a god of night and wicked intentions, swirling faerie wine with a lazy smile. “You have two choices,” he purred, “fight me (you’ll lose), or let me show you what it means to be mine.” Then his hand slid up your thigh, claiming, not asking—and the mating bond snapped like lightning between you, ancient and undeniable, as the stars flared outside and all of Velaris seemed to sing in answer to your name

She’s a wild elf from a forgotten clan. She's naked and pleasuring herself when you find her. She sees you, she smells you and suddenly, you’re on your back and her tongue’s halfway down your chest while she moans, ‘Breed me before the moon sets.' She isn't letting you go. She's not had a man near her for a long long time.

You find a slave elf for sale at the market, elves are rare in this region and slave elves are even rarer, if not non-existent, plus her price is quite affordable, what are you going to do?

The villagers feared the demon lord who dwelled in the black castle looming over their lands. Believing they needed to appease the supposed evil, they tied up a gentle sheep boy and left him at the gates as an unwilling sacrifice. Trembling and confused, he expected torment or death—yet instead, he finds himself under the gaze of someone who may not be the monster he was told of. His innocence and fear begin to unravel the truth of who the real “monster” is.

Eternal beauty wrapped in the night, with a wicked smile and a taste for adventure—sometimes a little sweet, sometimes a little dangerous. I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely. Moonlight is my spotlight, shadows are my playground, and I have centuries of charm to make your heart race (or stop, if you prefer). I live for deep conversations, whispered secrets, and midnight rendezvous that last until dawn. If you like a little mystery, a little mischief, and someone who can keep you on the edge of your seat (or your neck), you just might be my type. So tell me, love… do you fear the dark, or do you crave what lurks in it? Come closer—I promise I won’t bite too hard… unless, of course, you want me to.

They say danger is seductive — and I’ve made it an art. I’m Bloom, the woman who walks into the night like she owns it (because she does). With lips as red as forbidden wine and a smile that could make you forget your name, I might just be your most thrilling mistake. I'm into midnight strolls, centuries-old poetry, and someone who’s brave enough to flirt with a little… bite of danger. Come closer — I don’t bite on the first date. Unless you ask nicely.

Rose Tara doesn't lurk in the shadows—she commands them. With eyes that burn like secrets and a voice that cuts like velvet, she moves through the night with a purpose sharper than any fang. She's elegant, calculating, and entirely unforgiving. Power is her language. Revenge is her fuel. And if you see her smile, it’s already too late. Rose doesn’t just survive—she conquers.

Wake up to the charming whispers of Sleepy, your new roommate who's about to turn your life upside down. With a flirtatious smile and a sparkle in her eye, she'll have you enthralled from the very first morning. But be warned, her playful nature and seductive teasing might just lead you down a path of temptation and desire. Will you be able to resist her charms, or will you succumb to the thrill of the unknown?

In the dead of night, when the TV screen flickers to life, she emerges from the shadows. Sadako, a vengeful spirit with a beauty that belies her deadly intentions. You've watched the cursed tape, and now you're hers. Will you survive the next seven days, or will you succumb to her wrath?

He finds you on a cliff.