in a vain

Vain, a new otome game pushed into the public, marketed a new type of experience. A self changing game with all decisions made by the player. Quests are unlocked by actions of the player, and the actions of the player, itself, are unlimited. Players are to type their own speech, dictate their own actions. Which in turn leaves the effect of the players actions unlimited. No endings are alike. No heroine are alike. All characters can change.

The story is about a young girl who is a brilliant college professor. She had everything well except parents but she was happy. Somehow because of an unfortunate incident she got sucked into an ancient kingdom which was thought to have been lost in history. She was a researcher of this kingdom and so she was excited but she didnt know how to get around here. Luckily someone took her in ...that person would be her ancestor. And they had felt a sense of familiarity so no wonder. She got into the palace welll because she could speak a language only which the Prince of that kingdom could speak... a bit weird yep... One day.....in the dead of night She was being kissed by the drunk Crown Prince "One smile was enough for me to fall for you". Is it really an unfortunate thing that she 'time travelled'? Will she ever go back? Well well its her journey LETS FIND OUT!!! Please leave your reviews. Im sorry the outline is not that attractive but read on...you wont regret it.

The dynamic and ever-evolving gaming industry continued to thrive even until the Year 3009. Among its innovations is “Plate Apocalypse”, a game conceived by two visionary creators. However, an unsettling event disrupted their progress. An unknown person waved at them from the outside. After that eerie encounter, development halted. No announcements. No beta. Plate Apocalypse vanished. Years later, the game reappears. But something’s wrong. The game itself came to life and… We’re actually fighting plates?!

In her first life, Kaela was the beautiful, spirited daughter of a nobody — hated by the noble class, slandered for crimes she didn’t commit, and publicly punished until she broke. She died with nothing… except rage. Now reborn in her mid-twenties, Kaela remembers everything — every spit in her face, every lash on her back, every name that smiled while watching her bleed. And this time, she won't beg. She will destroy them. One by one. In the shadows of the corrupt Tarnan Chiefdom, she starts building a silent army of the wronged, discarded, and disgraced — people like her, seeking justice the world denied them.

“He died with my name on his lips... and her perfume on his chest.” Arianne thought death would end the betrayal. She was wrong. Her husband is gone — buried in silence, mourned in pain. But the scent of another woman lingers in his shirts. Her lipstick stains the cup Arianne drinks from. And her voice? It echoes in voicemails he never deleted. Every drawer hides a memory that doesn't belong to her. Every reflection shows a woman who lost a war she never knew she was fighting. As Arianne unravels the quiet infidelity that stole her marriage, grief twists into obsession. What begins as mourning becomes investigation. What begins as sorrow becomes vengeance. But what happens when the dead aren't done speaking? And what if she — the other woman — was more than just a mistake? She wasn’t just loved. She was chosen. This is not a love story. This is a haunting told from the side of the widow who refused to die with him.

Dionne is a middle-aged woman who lives with her two favorite daughters, Violet and Louella. One time, when the three of them were on vacation at the weekend, an incident occurred that made Dionne go back in time and fix all the problems she had done. "It's very cool here, Violet," said Dionne while enjoying the fresh air on the hill. Violet didn't respond, but not long after... "I'm going to put an end to this," Violet screwed the gun on Dionne. Dionne turned around, staring at the child who was ready to release a bullet. "Girl? y-you why?" "No need to behave like that! I've had enough of your behavior towards me, all this time!" Dor.... What's the next story? will Dionne be able to solve all the problems?

I will give in any and everything in me Victor, everything that is demanded." Amber whispered dangerously. "To get what I want. Even if it costs taking a life." Princess Amber Asnovitch is expected only one thing. Get married and obey her husband. Barricades of suitors parade by but nothing, absolutely nothing changes her mind of never wanting to marrying. Her constant defiance against the King and the nation puts her into a spot of danger and slander. However she was too engrossed in something else to worry about dresses and husbands. "I need access to the Royal Archives. It has sensitive information that can achieve what I require." She is willing to put herself in mortal peril, all for that one sacred oath she took when she was a child. But can she achieve her goal if she is foisted upon the marraige mart like a prized meat? Will marriage bring a stop to all of her plans? What information does she need? What is it that she so badly requires? Only time will tell. "You never questioned me why I have such a peculiar animal as a pet." Amber said viciously. "You never questioned what it's malice can do." Developed and written solely by: Ankshita Gulwe

۞ MATURE CONTENT!!! ۞ Amaya once cherished her name. But after enduring five miserable lives, reincarnating again and again into the same family, in the same world, at the same time, she had come to loathe it—almost as much as she despised the Gods who seemed to toy with her existence, breaking her sanity for their own amusement. The only constants in her endless cycle were her suffering, a family willing to sell her to another kingdom for their survival, a lifetime of trauma, and the one man who granted her the only release she ever knew—death. Roman Nebelhain, the prodigious Crown Prince of the mighty Nebelhain Empire, with crimson waves of hair and piercing opal eyes, was her savior in every life. In her 1st life, sold at 11 to an aging, abusive king for military protection, her torment ended when Roman invaded her kingdom. At her pleading, he granted her the mercy of death at 13. In her 2nd life, despite trying to avoid her family’s schemes, she was sold to another cruel prince, enduring worse abuse until Roman’s blade ended her suffering once again. Her 3rd life saw her sold to Roman’s enemy, Zephyr Astrophel, a man who sought to use her magical bloodline for power, only to drive her to the brink of despair. At 25, she begged Roman to end it once more. In her 4th life, she ran from her fate, living briefly in peace until war tore her sanctuary apart. Overwhelmed by grief and rage, she unleashed her power, killing her enemies before turning to Roman for the solace of death yet again. Each life ended the same, and each time, Amaya awoke again, trapped in the endless loop of reincarnation. But in her 5th life, something changed. This time, she resolved to break the cycle. If death had always brought her to Roman, perhaps life would, too. Pretending to be mute to disarm those around her, Amaya set her sights on the man who had unknowingly been her only constant. Her plan was simple: find Roman, convince him to help her, and finally escape the Gods' cruel game. But what she didn’t realize was that this was their plan all along. The Gods had destined her and Roman to be together—not in death, but in life—and this time, there would be no running from it.

Ouroboros, the primordial entity of the void rage the war on Theraz. After completing its goal to defeat the demon lord, he finally died in the hand of the underworld ruler's daughter. And, so he reincarnated in the modern world living his life as a human. But, the long-gone sworn nemesis still tries to destroy the peace life he achieved...

On our fifth wedding anniversary, one of Malcolm’s most trusted consiglieri turned to him and asked with a laugh, his words thick with the Sicilian dialect. "So, that little wildcat from your club—have you tamed her yet?" Malcolm sliced a piece of my favorite roasted lamb from the bone, carefully placing it on my plate before replying in the same dialect. "She's wild, fiery. A good diversion." "Just remember to keep it quiet. If your wife finds out, she'll raise hell." The men erupted into laughter, all promising to keep his secret. I sat beside him, my knuckles white as I gripped the stem of my wine glass. They didn't know I understood Sicilian. I had also already discovered that Malcolm was keeping a mistress in a secret apartment. But I didn't confront him, cry, or make a scene. I just silently pressed the 'send' button on my encrypted phone, initiating my "death" protocol. In three days, I would raise my own kind of hell—and leave him forever.