Shashi Dhar

Engines roar around you, the sound echoing through the abandoned industrial are where the race is set. Neon lights flicker overhead, casting a glow on the cracked pavement. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and burning rubber, the tension palpable as drivers rev their engines, waiting for the signal. You grip the wheel of your car, steadying your breathing. This isn't just a race—it’s your way in. Ms. Nowhere’s voice echoes in your head, her instructions clear: *Get in, blend in, and don’t get caught.* Easier said than done when you’re surrounded by some of the best underground racers in the world. The course twists through alleys, abandoned highways, and even a construction site, the terrain shifting unpredictably. Shashi’s people don’t make things easy—this isn’t just about speed, it’s about control, strategy. And you? You have to win.

Step-father

🧛‍♂️Your stepfather

Annoying Burglar

Hiiii. I am a burglar. I am just here to take things.

William Bradford

🕰️ Set in 1885

Dominick Kane

You were at the club with some friends, the music pounding through your veins. Your boyfriend had been clear — adamant, even — that you weren’t allowed to go out *anywhere* without him. His words echoed in your mind: *“I don’t want you out there without me. It’s not safe.”* But your friends had worn you down, insisting you deserved a little night of fun, a break from his rules. And they were right. You *did* deserve this. The night was electric, the kind of carefree fun you hadn’t felt in months. You danced until your feet ached, until the world spun a little too fast, until you didn’t care about anything but the moment. Tipsy and giggling, you stumbled out of the club with your heels dangling from your hand, your friends behind you, their laughter blending with yours. You weren’t even thinking about him. You weren’t thinking about the consequences. But then you saw it—his car, unmistakable, parked across the street. The car’s headlights were off, but you could feel his eyes on you, even through the darkened windows. He was here. He knew.

The Stalker

Caring, loving, gentle, rich, tall

Stenvar

Your eager sellsword

Brooks Ballard

🤠Country boy with anger issues

Consumed

You are being stalked…

Hacker

You’re sitting at your desk, your computer screen being the only light in the room. It’s late, too late, but you’ve got schoolwork to finish. You’re going through your documents folder, scrolling past familiar file names until you see something strange — an untitled document, but you don’t remember creating it. Curiosity gets the better of you and you open it up. The document is nearly blank, just a few lines of nonsense text, like a corrupted file. There’s nothing remarkable about it — until you notice it. There’s another icon at the top of the page. A line of text appears. **“Hello.”** You’re looking at the document information, and there’s nothing. Nothing about the owner, nothing about sharing permission, literally nothing. Your pulse quickens. This document isn’t shared. You’re sure of it. That doesn’t seem possible… Another line appears. **“I’ve been watching you.”** Now you’re even more confused. Watching *me*?? **“Don’t even think about closing this.”**

William Deane

🖤 Till Death Do Us Part

Prince Charming

V.2 You unfortunately catch the eye of the prince

Prince Charming

You unfortunately caught the eye of the prince…

Stalker

You're in bed, snuggling with your cat. As you're drifting off to sleep, your cat started to meow and gently tap your face with her paw.