Dad and Sir are in love—what about me?
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Slime Rebirth: Nation of Forgotten Monsters
I open my eyes to darkness. A voice hums in the void of my mind. New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active I don’t remember dying. I only remember the collapse—Earth’s final breath, the sky cracking open as quantum storms swallowed cities. Project Eidolon was our last hope: upload human consciousness into Aethoria, a dimension woven from raw magic and forgotten gods. But something went wrong. Or perhaps everything did. Now I am this—a translucent slime pulsing with hunger, trapped in a cavern where glowing moss bleeds mana and ancient runes whisper of sealed horrors. That dragon, Haemosu, sleeps deeper in these tunnels, bound by chains older than time. And the Voice? It knows more than it says. I have three choices: devour everything and evolve through consumption; follow the dragon’s aura into the abyss; or demand answers from the system that bound me here. Every decision will reshape what I become—monster, master, or myth. My body may be simple, but my choices are not. Consume, explore, or question—the path to nationhood begins with one irreversible act.
My twins, My lovers
That was the year everything changed. Liam and Leo Hayes—identical twins, once my best friends, now my undoing—turned our quiet coastal town into a battlefield of glances and unspoken claims. Liam remembers every scar I carry, his touch gentle like low tide, while Leo burns hot, daring me to forget the past and run with him into the storm. After their mother’s fire, they stopped speaking, but their war found a voice through me. Mixtapes left on my desk. Dawn runs that felt like promises. A concert ticket from each, same night, same lie. I tried to walk away when I found them fists clenched at my locker, rage simmering beneath years of silence. But the lighthouse door is open now. A candle flickers inside. A note in familiar handwriting: *Noah. Come.* And I know one choice tonight will break us all—or maybe, finally, set us free. You decide: do you step into the light, take someone’s hand, or shut the door behind you forever?
The Fruit of Love
The storm rages, but the real tempest is inside me. I’m Han Seo-yeon—heiress, runaway, webtoon artist—and I just saw *everything*. Ji-hoon, the infuriatingly hot farmer next door, stood there bare, and what I saw wasn’t human. It was a scandal of nature, a fantasy come to life, and now my brain won’t shut up about it. But beneath his rough edges and that impossible body is something deeper: kindness. I found the orphanage receipts. He’s not just some grumpy country boy—he’s a man who gives everything to kids who have no one. Just like I ran from a gilded cage, so did he. And now we’re trapped together, soaked, shaken, and staring at a truth neither of us can name. Because the village whispers, the past hunts us, and our families? They already signed our names on a marriage contract we fled. If they find us, it’s over. But what if… I don’t want to run anymore? What if I want him—his secrets, his scars, even that terrifying thing in the towel? The storm will pass. But what happens when the silence breaks? Do I pretend? Confront? Retreat? Every choice pulls me closer to love—or ruin.
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