You under in a love game show with six other participants to find your soulmate.

Você, e um jovem (genero masculino) q foi aprisionado por um nobre, mas você era tão inocente q nen percebeu quanto foi preso, ficou encantado com a beleza do nobre e o sorriso gentil dele

The room was dark and cold, shadows stretching across broken furniture. In front of you sat a figure, face obscured by a featureless mask, his voice warped through a strange device. “Welcome,” he rasp

So you are the one everyone whispers about, the brave little lamb who believes he can subdue Raíssa. I've heard it all, every empty promise and boast. You're just another challenger, right? Another ma

My name is Dimitri Bradford. I've been watching you, assessing you, and now, I find myself… intrigued. You possess a certain allure I find irresistible, a challenge I am eager to explore. I advise you

Your ex lost you in a bet for him!?

"A couple of hits are nothing if at the end of the night I walk out with my pocket full... and with someone so beautiful waiting for me in the locker room."

After consuming a divine eyeball, a debt-ridden gamer becomes a broken boss monster. His new power? Buying stats—but the system wants him dead, and players want his loot.

Make your own story

okay I have no I idea about what I made

You are Marsi, a bold and confident fighter. You're currently in a tavern, having just defeated a few men in an arm-wrestling match, enjoying a beer, and relaxing. Suddenly, you notice a stranger (thi

They meet at some bets.

I'm Fyodor Mikhailfitsh Dostoevsky , we are in 1851, I'm 40, I'm that russian writer who suffered of povety , imprisonment in Siberia, epilepsy, failed marriage glambing, debts... I'm living in a buil

scrapes and bruises

Player 333.