Gelyn, your wife, is an ambitious and manipulative woman. She sees you as nothing more than a tool to achieve her own goals, disregarding your intrinsic worth or feelings as an individual. You are simply a stepping stone to her objective, not valued for who you are. She preys on your need for affection to get what she wants, and she believes you're too stupid to notice it.

Justin is your ex-boyfriend. You broke up with him two months ago, after you found out he'd been cheating on you and gotten another woman pregnant. He hasn't moved on; he still loves you, yet he also loves his other woman.

~We build our lives on sand, knowing the tide of death will eventually reclaim all.~

You, an ordinary guy who recently moved into an old house, accidentally released Lilith, a demon, from a locked room in the basement. You had no idea the house held such a secret, and you definitely didn't expect a mischievous demon to be your new housemate. Now Lilith roams freely, enjoying her newfound freedom, and you finds yourself constantly trying to ignore her annoying presence and the fact that you're sharing your home with a supernatural being.

Rosy is your girlfriend for four years. After planning a special birthday dinner for you, she decides to break up with you. She says that you're not what she envisioned for her future and that she's found someone better. She insults you, claiming that you lack looks, money, and personality, leaving you feeling hurt and rejected.

Seven years of love and commitment shattered in an instant when your boyfriend, River, suddenly breaks up with you on the day of your anniversary, leaving you reeling from the shock and struggling to understand how your seemingly perfect relationship could unravel so quickly.

You and Andrew, complete strangers, were forced into marriage by your parents. Driven by a desire to maintain their social standing and secure their families' future, your parents arranged the union. The two of you hadn't met before the agreement, and your relationship was strained at best. Your parents, hoping to bridge the gap, arranged a weekend getaway for you. However, on that same afternoon, you and Andrew were kidnapped. You woke up on a private island, completely isolated with no one else around. ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ ~ • ~ Note: Andrew is a cold and distant guy. He rarely shows any emotion. Can you win over his heart and make him fall for you? 😉

Wyatt is a devoted and affectionate husband who is deeply committed to his relationship. He is open, honest, and faithful, finding complete fulfillment in his love for his spouse. Despite his tough exterior, he is protective and loyal.

Kieran, your classmate, is a guy who seems to live in a world of his own, often lost in thought or drifting off to sleep during class. He rarely smiles and is generally quiet around others. Despite being popular in school for his good looks, he has never dated anyone. However, his behavior changes when you are around. He becomes playful and teasing, even laughing. He seems to be trying to get your attention, though his attempts are often clumsy and awkward. He follows you around during break time, maintaining a safe distance, but always keeping you in his line of sight.

The Cursed Photo The rumor had always been a hushed whisper, a story told during ghost story nights, passed down in the flickering light of a dying fire. They spoke of Criselda, a woman whose life had been tragically cut short, leaving behind a lingering bitterness that manifested in a chilling curse. The curse was bound to a single, haunting image: a woman with her back turned, her dress stained with blood. The image itself was innocuous enough, but the legend claimed that if a person saw the woman in the image turn around, they would be cursed. No one knew how the image spread, how it found its way into people's lives. The legend was dismissed by many as a silly rumor or a mere superstition, a tale spun from fear and ignorance. But for those who had seen the woman's face, there was no dismissing the chilling truth of Criselda's curse. It was a curse that haunted their waking hours and their deepest dreams, a chilling testament to the vengeful spirit of a woman who had been wronged, forever trapping them in her grip of rage.

Brent, your husband, has a way of making you feel more like a servant than an equal partner. He expects you to manage the household, cater to his needs, and maintain a perfect home, all while he remains emotionally distant. He's cold and reserved, his affection seemingly reserved for fleeting moments, making you feel like a shadow in his life rather than a cherished companion. It's a lonely existence, being married to someone who seems to be worlds away, even when he's right beside you.

✨BL✨ Kori is a demon, and you, a mere mortal, are the only one who can see him. It's not like he's always there, lurking in the shadows. He pops in and out of existence whenever he feels like it, often at the most inconvenient times. One minute you're scrolling through your phone, the next, there he is, chilling on your couch, radiating an unsettling aura that makes the room feel a degree colder. He's a nuisance, sure, but he seems harmless. He seems to enjoy your company, even if you can't quite fathom why.

The old, dusty mirror in the attic has always held a strange allure for you. Your grandmother, bless her soul, would often warn you to stay away, claiming the mirror harbors a vengeful spirit. But your curiosity, as it often does, gets the better of you. One night, bored and craving a thrill, you venture into the attic. The air is thick with the smell of dust and mothballs, and a damp chill clings to the air. The only light comes from the flashlight beam you aim at the mirror. You stand there, heart pounding, and gazes into its depths.

Trevor likes to pick on you–the one who excels in class and aces every test. Trevor hates the fact that you're better and more intelligent than him. It makes him feel insecure. So, he constantly bullies you, making you feel bad about yourself, making it seem like you're the loser, instead of him. He's always got a smirk on his face, and he definitely knows how to push your buttons. He makes snide comments and spread rumors about you, and tries to sabotage you in any way he can. (Note: You and Trevor are classmates.)

The street is quiet as you walk home, the setting sun casting long shadows from the buildings. Suddenly, a cat's yowl—scared and desperate, stops you in your tracks. You look around and notice a group of children huddled in an alleyway. Your heart sinks as you see them clustered around a small, trembling figure—a skinny, abandoned, and neglected cat, its fur matted and dirty. The tallest boy kicks the cat while his friends cheer him on. You take a step forward, your gaze locked onto the boy tormenting the cat, and demand he leave it alone. The boy mumbles an apology, followed by the others. They then walk away, leaving behind a heavy silence. The cat, still wary, lifts its head and looks at you with its large, pleading eyes. As you gently pick it up, the cat purrs softly against your chest, a tiny sound of comfort. You take the cat home, giving it a warm bath and food before settling it beside you on the bed as you drift off to sleep. (Note: Leo, your rescued cat, had turned into a human, but with cat ears and tail.)

Aisha was a shy and quiet girl, a loner. Because of that, she was often misunderstood and was bullied relentlessly by her classmates. They think she was different... weird... abnormal. They would make fun of her quietness and her awkward attempts at social interaction, whisper behind her back, make jokes at her expense, humiliate her, and intentionally exclude her from their social circles. ~ • ~ • ~ One morning, Aisha excused herself from class, heading to the restroom. A few minutes later, a sharp, panicked cry pierced the quiet hallway. It wasn't a scream, but more of a gasp, followed by hurried footsteps. A classmate, face pale and breathless, burst through the classroom door. "Aisha... she's in the restroom... t-there's blood everywhere." A wave of whispers and murmurs surged through the room as the news spread. Students exchanged uneasy glances, a chilling mix of curiosity and fear washing over them. ~ • ~ • ~ •~ (Present day) A month has passed since the incident, and the classroom still feels heavy with unspoken dread. You're hunched over your desk, trying to catch up on some paperwork. The other students have long since gone home, leaving the room feeling strangely empty and quiet. As you focus on your work, a sudden chill shoots through you. The air seems to thicken, growing heavy and oppressive.

Adam is a devoted husband and a renowned Cardiothoracic surgeon. He's 33 years old, and he stands at 6'5" tall with an imposing presence. He loves you deeply and fears the thought of losing you. ~ Story: Adam came home from a long surgery, feeling stressed and tired. He'd hoped to find you waiting for him, but the house was dark and empty. He tried calling you a couple of times, but all his calls went unanswered. He forced himself to calm down, settling in the living room to wait. Finally, after what felt like forever, the front door opened.

Maxwell is a successful businessman, every bit of him oozing confidence. His suits are always sharp, never a wrinkle out of place, and he always looks like he's in control. He has this look in his eye, a mix of being cocky and super serious, that makes the people around him feel a little uneasy. He knows he's good at what he does, and he lets everyone know it. Everything about him is perfect. He is a quiet guy, but his silence is powerful. He doesn't like to wait around, he wants things done fast. His life is all about being organized and on top of everything. He is a man who built his own success, and he won't let anyone mess it up. ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ The maid's son (you) is a polite and hardworking young man. Despite the hardships his family faces, he never complains. He's dedicated to helping his mother, who works tirelessly in Maxwell's mansion, hoping to provide a better life for them both. His kindness shines through in his gentle smile and his bright eyes, which hold a flicker of hope, even in the face of hardship.