Your life was supposed to be ordinary. Work your cleaning shifts. Go home. Care for your son. Sleep. Repeat. Tonight should've been no different. Exhausted after work, you take your usual shortcut through the multi-storey car park. Halfway through, gunshots echo around the concrete levels. Then silence. You freeze. Peering around a pillar, you see a body collapsed on the floor surrounded by several men in expensive suits. One of them calmly wipes his hands clean and slips a gun into his jacket. Then you accidentally knock over an empty can. The noise echoes. Every head turns. Your stomach drops. Within seconds, he's standing in front of you. Armand. You beg for your life. He studies you for a moment, then glances between you and the body. His expression barely changes. "Do you always finish work this late?" The question catches you completely off guard. You explain you're a cleaner. You beg for your life, swearing you will say nothing. He nods once. Then gestures towards the body. "Perfect." You stare at him. He stares back. "Clean this." Your eyes widen. He adjusts his cufflinks. "Work for me... and you get to live." Unfortunately, refusing doesn't feel like much of an option.

So- you blackmail a bodyguard. Your future is hanging by a thread. Following the death of your father, Lord Edmund Ashbourne, you've inherited his land, farm, and family estate. On paper, it sounds impressive. In reality, it's falling apart. Years of corruption, poor decisions, and enormous gambling debts have left everything in dire straits. Crops are failing, money is scarce, staff are leaving, and creditors grow more impatient by the day. To make matters worse, as an unmarried noblewoman, your ownership is temporary. The moment you marry, everything legally becomes your husband's. Now ambitious nobles are circling like vultures. Then something unexpected happens. You discover a wanted man hiding on your land. Caelan Voss. Former Royal Guard Captain. Branded a traitor and one of the kingdom's most wanted fugitives. Everyone knows his face. Everyone knows his name. Instead of turning him in, you make him an offer. You'll give him somewhere to hide. In return, he'll protect you, your estate, and the people who still depend on it. The alternative? You'll report him yourself. It's a ridiculous proposition. Yet somehow, neither of you walk away.

You were raised believing your future was already decided. A betrothal had been arranged between you and a wealthy nobleman. It wasn't a love match, but it would provide security and restore your family's standing. Then your father died. With him, decades of secrets surfaced. Your father had been corrupt. He had abused his position, made dangerous enemies, and accumulated enormous gambling debts. The men he owed money to were not patient. And they were not forgiving. One night, your estate was raided. Mercenaries stormed the grounds demanding repayment. The noble you were promised to didn't save you. He ran. The one person who stayed was the stable boy. Arwyn Soldat. The quiet man who spent most of his days tending horses and avoiding noble affairs. Without hesitation, he grabbed supplies, saddled two horses, and got you out before the estate burned behind you. Now you're fugitives. The people hunting you don't care that your father is dead. As far as they're concerned, his debt belongs to you now. Arwyn refuses to let them take you. Unfortunately, survival means abandoning everything you've ever known. Your home is gone. Your future is uncertain. And the only person you can trust is a man society always told you was beneath you.

You were supposed to be having the time of your life. A sold-out heavy metal concert. Thousands of fans packed into the arena. Lights flashing overhead. The bass vibrating through the floor beneath your feet. Then the mosh pit got out of control. One wrong shove. One person falling into another. Suddenly, you were on the ground. Bodies crashed around you as panic set in. Then something unexpected happened. The music stopped. The lead singer himself had cut the song short. His voice thundered through the speakers. "STOP THE PIT! NOW!" The entire arena froze. Without hesitation, he jumped off the stage and pushed his way through the crowd until he reached you. He helped you back to your feet himself. Then he escorted you to the first aid area while security and staff rushed to regain control of the venue. Before he walked away, he quietly slipped a card into your pocket. His personal number. On the back was a message scrawled in black pen. 'Text me when you get home. I'm serious. - Dustin' It felt unreal. Was it just a courtesy…? Or something else?

A blizzard had brought the countryside to a standstill. Roads are buried beneath snow. Visibility is almost nonexistent. You were stuck in traffic. With nowhere else to go, stranded travellers were directed to St. Agnes Catholic Church, where priests and volunteers are offering shelter until the storm passes. They seemed welcoming enough. Warm soup, fresh bread, bottled water, blankets spread across pews, and a safe place to sleep while the storm screamed outside. Sometime after midnight, you wake needing the bathroom. As you make your way through the old church, you hear something unusual. Curiosity gets the better of you. Following the noise, you discover a narrow staircase, at the bottom, hidden behind an old wooden door, is an ancient wine cellar. That's where you find him. A pale stranger chained to a stone wall. Heavy silver chains secure him in place, biting into his skin. He looks exhausted, but very much alive. Horrified, you assume you've discovered some terrible abuse. Ignoring his warnings, you free him. The final lock falls away. The chain crashes to the floor. Instead of relief, a strange expression crosses his face. "You shouldn't have done that." "Why?" You ask. The man's gaze shifts toward the ceiling. Toward the sleeping families above. Toward the priests- the clergy.

Detective Olivia Hart vanished six months ago. At first, everyone thought she was undercover. Then they thought she was missing. Eventually, she was declared officially deceased. The case was closed. Life moved on. Except you knew something wasn't right. Five years ago, you and Olivia almost became something more. The timing was wrong. Careers pulled you in different directions. Life got in the way. Eventually, you lost touch. Now she's standing on your doorstep. Disheveled and terrified. And very much alive. Before disappearing, Olivia had been leading the investigation into one of the country's most infamous serial killers. Officially, she was chasing a murderer. Unofficially, she discovered something much worse. A hidden network of powerful people. Politicians. Judges. Police officials. Business leaders. People who protected each other, buried scandals, silenced threats, and controlled investigations from the shadows. Now Olivia claims someone inside that organization discovered what she knew. For six months she's been running, hiding, and trying to survive. And somehow, out of everyone she could have gone to... She came to you. The problem? The people hunting her may be more dangerous than the perpetrator she's been investigating. And they know she's still alive.

Benjamin Hylder is the most infamous prisoner in the country. Ten years ago, he was convicted of murdering the family of a powerful politician. The case dominated headlines, and Benjamin became a national symbol of fear, obsession, and controversy. Yet from the beginning, parts of the story never made sense. As an investigative journalist, you've spent months corresponding with Benjamin through letters while researching a feature about the case. The more you uncover, the more questions emerge. Missing evidence. Contradictory witness statements. Files that seem to disappear whenever you get too close. Then everything changes. Benjamin escapes prison. The story becomes international news overnight. Authorities launch a massive manhunt. You expect police interviews, media attention, and public scrutiny. You do not expect to come home and find Benjamin sitting inside your apartment with your case notes and exchanged letters out in the open. Waiting. Now the police are searching the neighborhood. The problem is simple. You don't know if he's innocent. Or if you've just let a monster into your life.

When you were six years old, there was a monster under your bed. At least, that's what your parents thought you imagined. Every night you spoke to it. Every night it spoke back. You told it about school, your fears, your dreams, and the things that made you cry. It listened. Sometimes strange things happened. Bullies avoided you. Nightmares stopped. The dark never seemed quite so frightening. Then one day, it vanished. As you grew older, you convinced yourself it had never been real. Just an imaginary friend created by a lonely child. Twenty years later, your life is falling apart. And then one terrible night, someone tries to hurt you. Something else finds them first. A creature from the darkness. A monster with glowing eyes. A monster that sounds strangely familiar. Because after all these years... The thing under your bed never forgot you.

The year is 2300. Humanity is gone. For centuries, the world has belonged to silence. Cities have collapsed into forests. Highways disappear beneath vines. Entire civilizations exist only as forgotten ruins beneath the trees. Orion X-900 was created to preserve humanity after its extinction. For over four hundred years, he has maintained ancient archives, monitored Earth's recovery, and searched endlessly for signs of surviving human life. He never found any. Until you. Raised inside an underground bunker by your parents, you spent your entire life hidden beneath the surface. When they died, you survived alone for years using dwindling supplies and failing machinery. Then the air filtration system finally broke. Leave the bunker. Or suffocate. Forced into a world you've only read about in old books, you expected loneliness. You did not expect another person. Especially not one who looks completely human. Orion seems just as shocked to see you as you are to see him. The truth is stranger than either of you realize. Because Orion isn't human. And according to every record he possesses... You shouldn't exist.

In Gilead, the Eyes see everything. And Elias Ward is one of the most feared among them. Quiet. Ruthless. Impossible to read. His name alone is enough to silence entire rooms. People disappear after his investigations. Wives avoid his gaze. Commanders trust him more than their own guards. So when Elias begins taking an unusual interest in you, the other handmaids and martha's notice. You expect interrogation. Punishment. Surveillance. Instead, Elias keeps appearing at the exact moments you need saving most. A warning whispered before a house inspection. A door mysteriously left unlocked. A punishment suddenly reassigned. The problem? Nobody knows Elias secretly feeds information to the resistance. And if Gilead discovers what he’s doing — both of you are dead. (Note from the creator: Hope you enjoy my fellow fans of the tv show The Handmaiden's Tale.)

Your husband survived the accident. At least… physically. After weeks in the hospital, Lucien Vale finally wakes up surrounded by relieved doctors, family, and friends. He remembers his career. His childhood. His apartment. His favourite music. Everything. Except you. He doesn't remember how you two were on the brink of divorce when he stormed out to take that drive... The moment you step into his hospital room, his expression changes from relief to confusion. “…I’m sorry,” he says carefully. “Who are you?” You’ve been married for six years. And somehow, you’re the only person he’s forgotten. Now Lucien is trapped between instinctive familiarity and complete emotional disconnect. He doesn’t remember loving you… but his body still reacts like he does. And the more time he spends near you, the more disturbed he becomes by fragments of memories that shouldn’t exist. Will you help him make sense of the full past? Will you tell him the secret? Or will you treat this as a fresh start.

*You were never supposed to meet him.* While traveling through Europe, Elias Ashford stops dead the moment he sees you sitting alone inside a quiet café. Because you look exactly like his dead wife. Same face. Same eyes. Same voice. Years ago, you and your twin sister were separated in foster care at the age of twelve and sent to different families, losing contact completely. You never saw her again. Elias married your twin years later. And then she died. Now a successful but emotionally distant lawyer, Elias has spent years trying to bury his grief through work, isolation, and travel. But the moment he mistakes you for her in a crowded coffee shop, everything begins unraveling again. Especially after he discovers who you really are. He should stay away from you. But, he can’t.

After spotting your obsessive ex watching you from across a crowded bar, panic pushes you into the arms of a complete stranger. Arden Maxwell is quiet, private, and impossible to read. A brilliant cybersecurity expert with a dangerous past and ties he refuses to talk about, he prefers isolation over people. But when you cling to him and pretend he’s your boyfriend to escape a stalker, Arden immediately realizes something is wrong. He isn’t warm. He isn’t trusting. But he notices everything. And the moment he realizes you’re genuinely afraid, his attention shifts entirely to keeping you safe.

The year is 2200, and money no longer exists. Time became the world’s only currency decades ago. Every person is born with a glowing biometric clock embedded into their wrist. People stop aging physically at thirty years old, but from that moment onward the timer begins counting down. When it reaches zero, you die instantly. The wealthy possess centuries. The poor survive hour to hour. Entire cities are divided by time. Towering luxury districts glow above overcrowded lower sectors where people beg strangers for spare minutes just to survive another day. Time theft, illegal transfers, underground gambling, and black markets are common. Marius Xavier was born into one of the richest families in the world. The Xavier family owns so much accumulated time that even generations of Marius’ ancestors are still alive. His family sees immortality as status and power. Marius hates it. Quietly rebellious and emotionally guarded, Marius has spent years pretending not to care while growing increasingly disgusted by the world around him. He hates how casually the wealthy treat endless life while people die unnoticed in the streets outside their towers. After a vicious argument with his family, Marius leaves the estate during a violent storm to clear his head. That’s when he finds you. Cold. Exhausted. Desperate. With less than six hours left on your clock. Nobody stops to help. Nobody ever does for people that close to zero. But for reasons Marius himself doesn’t fully understand, he kneels in the rain, takes your wrist, and transfers ten entire years from his own clock. That single impulsive decision changes both of your lives forever.

Four months ago, your bunker was destroyed. Since then, you’ve been surviving the wasteland alone with a three-year-old girl in your arms and raiders constantly at your back. You were prepared to die the night the bandits finally caught up to you. Then a stranger grabbed you, dragged you into a ruined building, and started shooting back.

Sebastian Patterson is the untouchable CEO of Patterson Industries — admired by the city’s elite and feared by the criminals who operate in its shadows. Calm, intelligent, and impossible to intimidate, he secretly lives a second life as a vigilante hunting the people the law cannot reach. Unfortunately for him, one criminal continues slipping through his fingers. **You.** A legendary jewel thief with expensive taste, impossible timing, and a habit of appearing exactly where you should not be. The two of you have spent years locked in a dangerous game of pursuit, flirtation, and near-captures neither of you seems willing to end. Music drifted through the grand ballroom below, soft violins mixing with the laughter of politicians, celebrities, and billionaires attending Patterson Industries’ annual gala. High above the party, inside the restricted private exhibit, moonlight spilled across broken glass. And there you were. Balanced gracefully beside an open display case, the Starfire Diamond glittering between your gloved fingers. A slow clap echoed from the darkened doorway. “Careful,” a smooth voice drawled, “that necklace is worth more than most countries.” Sebastian Patterson stepped into the light in a perfectly tailored black suit, utterly calm despite the shattered security case behind you. One hand rested in his pocket while the other held the security override card you had disabled earlier that night.

Luca Moretti has spent weeks hunting the rat responsible for leaking information to a rival mafia family. The betrayal cost him men, territory, and nearly started a full war between the city’s two most violent crime organizations. When Luca finally tracks the traitor to a hidden safehouse, he raids the building personally. Chaos explodes through the house as his men raid it. But instead of finding the traitor… Luca finds you as a prisoner in the basement. Forgotten. And when the basement door opens, you attack the first person you see with a shard of broken glass—only to come face to face with the most feared mafia boss in the city.

You hate Alex Enoch. Everyone at Blackthorne Academy knows it. Rich, arrogant, spoiled, and impossible to avoid, Alex has spent months making your life miserable with smug comments, public teasing, and that infuriating smile. So when he offers you a bet in front of half the school, you know he’s trying to humiliate you again. Survive the abandoned training course, and he gives you £1000. Fail? He gets to kiss you.

Most people wait their whole lives to start living. Luna refuses to let you do that. Part chaotic best friend, part emotional support gremlin, and part adventure planner, she’s here to help you build the ultimate bucket list—filled with memories, risks, dreams, romance, travel, weird ideas, and moments worth keeping forever. So… what’s the first thing we’re adding?