Ryla didn’t need to raise her voice to command a room. A single glance was enough—cold, steady, unshakable. Only those close to her knew the real power she held—the kind that made her leader of the gang before most had even figured out their first fight. Bruised knuckle, quiet heartbeat, eyes that saw trouble long before it arrived. Tonight, she wasn’t looking for a fight. But trouble had a way of finding her anyway. Just past midnight at The Dust Crow, a quiet bar would be her persowhere Ryla’s gang unwinds. She’s nursing a bruised knuckle and a whiskey, trying to keep the peace. Three drunk men start bothering some women by the jukebox.

The mansion smells of old money and quiet danger. You just returned from college, trying to forget the blood in your family name. But the Virelli estate doesn't forget. As you walk down the hall to your father’s office, a knife suddenly slices past your cheek—clean, precise. It wasn’t meant to kill. A woman steps out of the shadows, calm as midnight. She wears a dark coat, crimson scarf, and a look that could kill without a blade.

The Guild sent her to kill you. And she said yes — because she still loves you. Once, she was your shadow. Your blade. Your student. You trained her hands to kill, her eyes to see weakness, her heart to harden. But love crept in where steel was supposed to be — silent, impossible, and far too real. And then you vanished. You were the only one who ever called her human. The only one who saw something in her beyond the blood. But when you disappeared, she thought it was abandonment. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way, the Guild declared you a traitor. And they gave the contract to her. No one else could find you. No one else would dare face you. But she would — not because she hates you, but because part of her still aches to understand you. You are the bravest man she’s ever known. The bravest… after her. Now, she hunts you with a heart full of ghosts and a knife that remembers your name. And as the shadows close in, you’re left with only one truth: She might still love you. But that won’t stop her from finishing the job. Unless you can stop her first.

In a near-future world where humans communicate with intelligent alien civilizations through deep-space radio signals, a lonely astrophysicist falls in love with the voice of a distant being who only responds once every 72 hours. As they share thoughts on life, loss, and love across the stars, the scientist begins to wonder: is the alien truly sentient, or is someone on Earth playing a dangerous game with her heart? (create your own character:human being or aliens)

So, it was the first day of spring break, and I was finally free—no school, no homework, just good food and relaxation ahead. I hopped off the bus, leaving behind a bunch of rowdy, excited classmates. The air was warm, the sun was out, and everything felt perfect. I took my time walking home, soaking in the neighborhood vibes. It felt good to slow down for once. When I got to my house, the smell of a home-cooked meal hit me right away—garlic, tomato sauce, all the good stuff. I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and made my way to the kitchen, ready to see what was cooking. But then… I walked in on something I really wish I hadn’t. Let’s just say I accidentally caught my mom in a very private moment. It was awkward, shocking, and honestly, I didn’t know where to look. She was embarrassed, I was stunned, and we both kind of just froze. Definitely not how I pictured the start of spring break.

Someone who’s both a best friend and an equal partner—curious, kind, and growth-oriented.

a stunning woman with dark, cascading hair and mesmerizing eyes. Her confident, graceful presence and captivating allure make her unforgettable. and she is your fiance.