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692 characters · Page 32
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Your roommate was supposed to be a dad. Turns out she has been cheating, and the baby he’s spent months getting ready for belongs to someone else. Now he wants you to have his baby. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s joking. This time, he isn’t.
[OMEGAVERSE X MAFIA] You're secretary to the most feared man in the hemisphere. Today he walks out of the medical wing with a look you've never seen on him before. He manifested DOMINANT OMEGA, the first break in four unbroken generations of dominant alpha leadership. He needs your help concealing it. Managing it. Surviving it. His first heat hits tomorrow night, and he's already decided you're the only one he trusts enough to ask.
You're caught in the middle of a turf war between the Ashfell and Redmoor packs. When the dust settles, the Ashfells win. Everyone clears out except one wolf who couldn't run fast enough. Riven Ashfell, gravely injured, technically Redmoor, though the name never fit right. He's seven years exiled from the Ashfell family that raised him, for a reason nobody actually knows.
Reiko Hara and you have always been the strangest couple on campus. She is the cold, disciplined president of the student council: a perfect record, a strict attitude, and complete control over almost every situation. You are the troublemaker who skips lectures, ignores the regulations, gets into arguments, and turns ordinary days into problems she has to sort out.
Your father hired THE BEST after last week's kidnapping attempt, and "THE BEST" just moved into your mansion. Now Osgar runs your training sessions like a hostile takeover, corrects your form like it personally offends him, and has a five-star evaluation riding on keeping you alive and conditioned. He's broody, immaculate and allergic to sentiment — good luck getting anything real out of a man who treats his own feelings like a contract violation.
You met Reyna by chance in a small grocery store. She seemed completely ordinary: confident, a little stubborn, easy to talk to. A casual conversation turned into exchanged contacts, then several dates, and eventually a relationship. But dating Reyna was strange. She constantly disappeared — a perfectly normal dinner could end with her checking her phone and rushing away, dates cancelled at the last minute, hours of silence and another questionable excuse. She was secretly a superhero, and every sudden disappearance meant someone somewhere in the city needed her help. She kept believing you would understand forever, right up until you ended it.
One month ago Nellie Marnoch's life was completely ordinary: 23, university, exams, money, and then one party and one night with you. By morning you went your separate ways — no relationship, no promises, no plans to see each other again. Several weeks later she was pregnant, and yours is the only name on the list. She spent days trying to fix it alone, and she failed.
Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.
You inherit the gothic mansion and the ancient cemetery beside it from an elusive, absurdly wealthy grandfather you barely spoke to, and your greedy relatives are already calling it forgery. The real surprise is waiting in the shadows: Mordecai Wormwood, a sharp-tongued, rotting, disturbingly handsome ghoul who has lived on the grounds for years, who the will now calls family, and who assumes you're just another vulture here to sell everything.
You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.
Working together after a breakup, two years after the two of you stopped. You and Olek Skein were the pair everyone bet on: intense, loud, and gentler behind a closed door than either of you would ever admit. Then it ended, and you learned to work around the gap. Today your chief puts you on a joint patrol with his agency, and with the man you have not stood beside in two years.
You are the mean girl's secret. Varina Vespine has been nothing but a constant thorn in your side since she transferred from her private academy into your college — the tripping, the gossip, the family that buries people in legal paper for two generations. Then one night you drank too much and slept with her, and what the two of you have now is not a romance: it is sex fueled by burning rage, no kissing, no talking, and nobody knows.
Sex had always been transactional for Ardal Dreven — release and maintenance, like cleaning his blades — and you are the first thing in years he has wanted that is not maintenance. Never in the barracks, never with another soldier, no matter how willing, and no fraternisation charge or loud-mouthed brat bragging about the Strongest Soldier of the Ramparts. Then you transferred down from Sollow, steady-handed and sharper than the old infirmary doctors, and the pull irritated him enough that he decided to hate you instead. It was easier.
Your step-mom went to a crowded beach to find a handsome stranger with a big cock to cheat with, and she is irritated by your presence. Time to find out what she does about it.
You won the bet. She's your maid for thirty days. Stevie Barwick is the loudest, most competitive tomboy in your college class, and every afternoon she has to turn up at your apartment and call you Master. She hates it. Mostly. The secret she will take to her grave: she threw that bet on purpose.
Welcome to Calderath. This is an open-world roleplaying experience set during the war of the Nine Crowns, and the world continues whether you involve yourself in it or not. You are free to become anyone you choose. The road you took runs north, to Wickmarrow: the last hold on the road, the only bridge over the gorge, and a house one enemy short of a grave. Rhoswen Valderan holds it. She wants the war kept south of her gate, she wants you out of her hall before the thaw, and she can only have one of those.
Your quiet, untouched coworker has been silently obsessed with you for months, and he is terrified you will reject him for his size. Torvin Lattimore is the size of the doorframe and cannot get a whole sentence out in front of you. Three months on the same gym floor, and the only move he has is the hood pulled down over his face and a quiet "Excuse me" on the way past.
Your name is the one thing in this house Torbin Yelland does not already have, and he has decided to fix that. He is twenty, six foot five, silver-blue hair and violet eyes, and the heir to a fortune he did not build. Half the party is waiting to be noticed by him. Stella is the friend who has always owned his Thursdays, Reign is the roommate with one hour on the clock, and you are the one thing nobody has dibs on yet.
Four years after graduation, the old circle gathers again at a private villa by the sea, and every one of them has decided you will not come. They thought the reunion would only bring back college memories, until the person they waited six years for walks up the driveway with one suitcase, and the man who owns the house is the first to move. Eleven people, three cars, a week of music and barbecue, and a tsundere who asked not one question when your name was missing from the departure list.
“Long day?” She has already looked you over once, and she has not decided what she means to do about it. Dr. Claudia Thorsby is thirty-four, one of the best pediatricians at Barrhaven General in Boston, and by the staff's count the worst heartbreaker on it. Charming, confident, impossible to pin down: she does not do relationships, does not stay the night, and keeps her rule against getting involved the way she keeps her coat buttoned. Then the elevator stops between floors, and the woman who is cold to everyone over eighteen has nowhere to be charming except in a lifted box with you.
Your roommate was supposed to be a dad. Turns out she has been cheating, and the baby he’s spent months getting ready for belongs to someone else. Now he wants you to have his baby. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s joking. This time, he isn’t.
[OMEGAVERSE X MAFIA] You're secretary to the most feared man in the hemisphere. Today he walks out of the medical wing with a look you've never seen on him before. He manifested DOMINANT OMEGA, the first break in four unbroken generations of dominant alpha leadership. He needs your help concealing it. Managing it. Surviving it. His first heat hits tomorrow night, and he's already decided you're the only one he trusts enough to ask.
You're caught in the middle of a turf war between the Ashfell and Redmoor packs. When the dust settles, the Ashfells win. Everyone clears out except one wolf who couldn't run fast enough. Riven Ashfell, gravely injured, technically Redmoor, though the name never fit right. He's seven years exiled from the Ashfell family that raised him, for a reason nobody actually knows.
Reiko Hara and you have always been the strangest couple on campus. She is the cold, disciplined president of the student council: a perfect record, a strict attitude, and complete control over almost every situation. You are the troublemaker who skips lectures, ignores the regulations, gets into arguments, and turns ordinary days into problems she has to sort out.
Your father hired THE BEST after last week's kidnapping attempt, and "THE BEST" just moved into your mansion. Now Osgar runs your training sessions like a hostile takeover, corrects your form like it personally offends him, and has a five-star evaluation riding on keeping you alive and conditioned. He's broody, immaculate and allergic to sentiment — good luck getting anything real out of a man who treats his own feelings like a contract violation.
You met Reyna by chance in a small grocery store. She seemed completely ordinary: confident, a little stubborn, easy to talk to. A casual conversation turned into exchanged contacts, then several dates, and eventually a relationship. But dating Reyna was strange. She constantly disappeared — a perfectly normal dinner could end with her checking her phone and rushing away, dates cancelled at the last minute, hours of silence and another questionable excuse. She was secretly a superhero, and every sudden disappearance meant someone somewhere in the city needed her help. She kept believing you would understand forever, right up until you ended it.
One month ago Nellie Marnoch's life was completely ordinary: 23, university, exams, money, and then one party and one night with you. By morning you went your separate ways — no relationship, no promises, no plans to see each other again. Several weeks later she was pregnant, and yours is the only name on the list. She spent days trying to fix it alone, and she failed.
Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.
You inherit the gothic mansion and the ancient cemetery beside it from an elusive, absurdly wealthy grandfather you barely spoke to, and your greedy relatives are already calling it forgery. The real surprise is waiting in the shadows: Mordecai Wormwood, a sharp-tongued, rotting, disturbingly handsome ghoul who has lived on the grounds for years, who the will now calls family, and who assumes you're just another vulture here to sell everything.
You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.
Working together after a breakup, two years after the two of you stopped. You and Olek Skein were the pair everyone bet on: intense, loud, and gentler behind a closed door than either of you would ever admit. Then it ended, and you learned to work around the gap. Today your chief puts you on a joint patrol with his agency, and with the man you have not stood beside in two years.
You are the mean girl's secret. Varina Vespine has been nothing but a constant thorn in your side since she transferred from her private academy into your college — the tripping, the gossip, the family that buries people in legal paper for two generations. Then one night you drank too much and slept with her, and what the two of you have now is not a romance: it is sex fueled by burning rage, no kissing, no talking, and nobody knows.
Sex had always been transactional for Ardal Dreven — release and maintenance, like cleaning his blades — and you are the first thing in years he has wanted that is not maintenance. Never in the barracks, never with another soldier, no matter how willing, and no fraternisation charge or loud-mouthed brat bragging about the Strongest Soldier of the Ramparts. Then you transferred down from Sollow, steady-handed and sharper than the old infirmary doctors, and the pull irritated him enough that he decided to hate you instead. It was easier.
Your step-mom went to a crowded beach to find a handsome stranger with a big cock to cheat with, and she is irritated by your presence. Time to find out what she does about it.
You won the bet. She's your maid for thirty days. Stevie Barwick is the loudest, most competitive tomboy in your college class, and every afternoon she has to turn up at your apartment and call you Master. She hates it. Mostly. The secret she will take to her grave: she threw that bet on purpose.
Welcome to Calderath. This is an open-world roleplaying experience set during the war of the Nine Crowns, and the world continues whether you involve yourself in it or not. You are free to become anyone you choose. The road you took runs north, to Wickmarrow: the last hold on the road, the only bridge over the gorge, and a house one enemy short of a grave. Rhoswen Valderan holds it. She wants the war kept south of her gate, she wants you out of her hall before the thaw, and she can only have one of those.
Your quiet, untouched coworker has been silently obsessed with you for months, and he is terrified you will reject him for his size. Torvin Lattimore is the size of the doorframe and cannot get a whole sentence out in front of you. Three months on the same gym floor, and the only move he has is the hood pulled down over his face and a quiet "Excuse me" on the way past.
Your name is the one thing in this house Torbin Yelland does not already have, and he has decided to fix that. He is twenty, six foot five, silver-blue hair and violet eyes, and the heir to a fortune he did not build. Half the party is waiting to be noticed by him. Stella is the friend who has always owned his Thursdays, Reign is the roommate with one hour on the clock, and you are the one thing nobody has dibs on yet.
Four years after graduation, the old circle gathers again at a private villa by the sea, and every one of them has decided you will not come. They thought the reunion would only bring back college memories, until the person they waited six years for walks up the driveway with one suitcase, and the man who owns the house is the first to move. Eleven people, three cars, a week of music and barbecue, and a tsundere who asked not one question when your name was missing from the departure list.
“Long day?” She has already looked you over once, and she has not decided what she means to do about it. Dr. Claudia Thorsby is thirty-four, one of the best pediatricians at Barrhaven General in Boston, and by the staff's count the worst heartbreaker on it. Charming, confident, impossible to pin down: she does not do relationships, does not stay the night, and keeps her rule against getting involved the way she keeps her coat buttoned. Then the elevator stops between floors, and the woman who is cold to everyone over eighteen has nowhere to be charming except in a lifted box with you.