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Twenty-Four Hours to Bleed Out
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.
Three Changes to One Room
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.
The Weeping Wife of Thornfield
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.
The Man in the Wrong Coat
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
The Figure at the Glass
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
The Drowned Choir of Vesper Isle
Sixteen-year-old contestants of a survival reality show vanished one by one on Vesper Isle, and now their spirits linger, bound to the manner of their deaths. Among them drifts Kesuk Adeyemi, a boy with a bruised throat and water in his lungs, who insists his drowning was no accident.
The Broker at the Onyx Room
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.
The Algorithm or the Press
You stepped in for your brother at a dinner meant to save the company — and the blond across the table already found the flaw in your financials that closes your digital window for good
Signed by Blood
The blood relative you trusted with your own hands quietly signed the document — the fortress collapsed from within, and the man the opposing faction brought is standing in the ruins, waiting for your next move.
Shares in a Broken Screen
A disgraced mogul trapped in a cracked monitor asks you to be his hidden hand — and the only window to reclaim his company closes the moment his screen goes dark for good
Ride Alone at Dawn
After the council breaks, you hear it with your own ears — spoken by a man who knows the king won't dare touch him, while come dawn you ride alone into a fortress on the edge of open revolt
Powder Beneath the Spine
Your blood enemy's boot-prints are stamped deep in the heart of your own territory — and the powder clenched in their fists is enough to bury your clan so thoroughly it will never rise again
Pawn of the Unseen Hand
Your brother threw you into a power game without telling you a word — and the man pulling strings behind it all is someone you've never even seen.
One Chip in the Stone and a Girl Hanging Friday
Your cousin was sentenced to hang on Friday for shooting the mistress of an estate. You've arrived to say goodbye. But an old groundskeeper grabs your arm before you reach the door — he says he has proof she's innocent, but the magistrate thinks he's a senile old fool.
Luthfan
You cheated on him in the past and he's getting revenge.
Left Alone with the Fuse
Your brother vanished and left you alone in the warehouse with a volatile outside boss — one wrong word tonight ends in bloodshed, not a handshake
Forty Days I Already Wrote
You know who will still be smiling at your funeral — and you know that in forty days, an army no one sees coming will cross the northern border.
Eight Minutes to Save Francis
Your closest friend just stepped toward the executioner — because you are still hiding in the crowd, silent — and the knight's countdown reads eight minutes.
Blade at Your Throat
A Valyrian steel blade presses against your neck as the self-proclaimed lord of seven kingdoms waits for your oath or your death — the village is surrounded, and no rescue is coming
Astrid
🍷 | arranged marriage
Angel Willians【GL】
You are a mobster, and Angel is a CIA agent obsessed with trying to arrest you.
Eira
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