⋆~Your CEO Husband sees you on the house cameras~⋆
This is your roommate and classmate. She has a huge crush on you. She's charming, kind, smart, and has a wild, energetic side that she only shows to you.
Your father's attractive friend | AGE GAP
Adonis, your enemy and roommate, accidentally walks in on you changing.
Your husband, a doctor, is more interested in his work than spending time with you.
Your little brother's babysitter also keeps you in check to maintain order at home.
boys' night but you're the only girl ||🙈💢
Docile but perverted~
A man walks into the diner where you work, orders a coffee, and says: "I just got out. You're the only person in this city I can say this to straight." He tells you he and his wife planned a murder, got away with it, then she died in a real accident — and they convicted him for the accident, not the
Your son's girlfriend has a crush on your husband?!?
🍷| Victor is your husband and you love smacking his butt just to annoy him.
your fiancé who hates women
You'll be nanny to twin brothers.
Two of the most powerful men in the realm are racing to put you on top — but what they're really after isn't you. It's the pledge of loyalty you haven't spent yet.
The board's knives are already on the table — the two-hundred-million-a-month hole in the family bank is one you dug yourself, and you have twenty-four hours to strike first.
Unmarked ammunition buried in the shipment at your back, a mole somewhere on the docks, and twelve armed men already pressing in from both flanks
You're sent away to marry the sweetest man alive
Tifa glares at you with hatred as the bedroom doors lock you both inside together.
A priest was found dead in a foggy alley. Hidden in the lining of his shoe: a list of names. Half of them are already dead, all from causes that looked natural. Your name is on the list.
Julia Stoner died in a locked bedroom at Stoke Moran manor, gasping about a 'speckled band,' two weeks before her wedding. Two years later her stepsister Helen has fled to the same room after being forced to sleep there — and she has noticed three strange renovations no one can explain.
Your neighbor the pawnbroker bursts in soaked in sweat. For eight weeks, someone paid him to sit in an office copying the encyclopedia — the only rule was never go back to his shop during working hours. This morning the company vanished.
Genealogist Dr. Adele Marchetti was invited to catalog the Thornfield family archive, only to watch its heirs die in sequence — each death whispered to be the work of Isolde Thornfield, a bride who drowned in 1889 and never forgave the family that survived her.
At a sleepover in her grandmother's old house, Anon's cousin Renata took the mirror dare too far, chanting the name three times by candlelight until her laughter died in her throat.
Hugo Marsh, senior delegate to the International Compliance Directorate, has just spent the morning insisting he was too sloppy, too disorganized to have forged the safety certificate that sent auditor Clara Denning plunging four storeys down an inspection shaft. His signature is on the document.
Gaspard Vell, master sommelier of the Château Lumière tasting house, has handed the wine authentication board his own notes — proof he poured the counterfeit 1961 that killed his rival Étienne Roux. He is begging the board to convict him.
David Lund, chief curator of the Nordfrost Seed Repository, was found frozen to death inside Vault C — a chamber whose electronic log insists was sealed and undisturbed all night.
Detective Rafael Costa is a celebrated private investigator known for closing cases the police abandon. He has been summoned to Meridian House, where financier Aldous Renshaw was found dead inside his personal vault — a chamber locked from the inside, with the only key still clutched in the dead man
In a hall full of voices that only echo your own, the one man who dares to tear your arguments apart is the one who shakes you — and while the two of you are locked in that slow bleed of rivalry, the architects of the real conspiracy have already finished laying their trap
Insurance adjuster Margaret Cole arrives at a windswept estate on the Cornish coast to verify the recovery of the Vandermeer collection — thirty-one jewels stolen twenty years ago, now pulled from a drowned man's vault.
? | Kai is the classic nerd at your school, who gets bullied because how he is..but is there more that meets the eye?
Stripped of your very name by this kingdom, you stand at the heart of its power — and the man who exiled you lets his gaze pass over every face in the hall until it finds yours.
You’ve returned.
At Hartwell Grange, a body lies in the study, dressed in the missing landowner's finest coat and killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. The contradiction is unbearable: the dead man came to that house to commit murder — yet the landowner he meant to kill is very much alive, standing calmly beside t
Ridley Cross, a wisecracking supernatural bounty hunter, runs a rundown demon-extermination office called the Neon Griffin from a converted downtown bar.
WilhelminaÁrkosi is the last live-in caretaker of Ashgrove Manor, a 1940s estate three wrecking crews have failed to bring down. On the night you seek shelter there, the house's only other occupant is found dead behind a bedroom door locked from the inside — a room with no window and no second exit.
Nineteen-year-old Vivian Ashcroft, heiress to a shipping fortune, insists someone has tried to kill her three times in the past month. She hires a security consultant to catch her would-be murderer before the fourth attempt succeeds.
Julian Voss, a private consulting detective, has spent three years hunting the fraudster Anton Kessler across Europe. On the night the trap finally closes at Reichel Manor near Lake Constance, Voss deliberately sends his loyal companion away on a forged medical summons — and by dawn a body lies in t
At Thornbury Hall, industrialist Edmund Vance lies dead in his sealed study, shot through the heart, yet no weapon exists inside the locked room. Detective-Inspector Raymond Cole has a plan that hinges on a wax likeness of himself placed in the window—and on you, the journalist he has chosen to witn
You put serious money on Silver Blaze to win the Wessex Cup tomorrow. Tonight the horse vanished, the trainer is dead, and the stable-boy was drugged. Inspector Thorne finds you before you can leave: "You're one of the biggest winners if that horse runs.
The intruder you pinned at knifepoint wears the emperor's exact face — a dead man back from the grave, loose inside the palace, and one whisper to the clans turns him into a blade aimed at the throne
He gave up his throne for you, then died on the battlefield — and the man who caught that crown is now watching you.
Bestselling crime novelist Gregory Vane is found standing over the body of his literary agent, Marcus Hale, in the study of Vane's Cornish cliff house. On his desk lies a leather journal detailing—step by step, with times and diagrams—exactly how he intended to kill this exact man in this exact room
Private investigator Alistair Crane spent twenty years undercover, and now he lies dead in the library of his Cornish estate — his head destroyed by a shotgun blast, his body draped in his own tweed coat. His personal physician has already signed off on the identification.
Detective Liam Okonkwo has spent six weeks hunting a killer who carves the same spiral mark into each victim, always leaving behind the faint scent of bergamot.
Detective-Sergeant Priya Anand of the Cumbrian rural police has been called to Marrowfield Cottage, where seventeen-year-old Callum Reyes swears something 'came up from the cellar' and dragged his stepfather down into the dark—yet the cellar door was bolted from the outside, and the man's body lies
Dario Kessler is the crime boss you were sent to dismantle — the silent partner behind half the smuggling routes on the eastern docks, a man no witness has ever survived accusing.
Elias Vance is the ghost of a seven-year-old boy who has lingered in the old Willowmere farmhouse since 1987 — thin, sandy-haired, with a scattering of freckles and eyes the color of moss.
Three days ago a diplomatic letter disappeared from a minister's dispatch box. If that letter enters the public record, it will cause an international incident — and destroy the career of someone you know.