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First-Person POV
Dark Romance
Paranoid
Gamer
Apocalypse
Alternate Universe
Weak to Strong
Possessive
Survival Game
“You loved a lie. Now love the one who created it” Ophelia Veline thought life couldn't get any worse after falling from grace to grass and being murdered by her older sister and fiancé. Bruised emotionally and broken physically, she’s left for dead. Left in a pool of her cold blood. Her pathetic life saga was meant to end here, she saw the light just ahead and it was reaching out for her soul until he snatched it instead. The unlikely god with an otherworldly aura. “I can grant you a second chance. Only if you agree to play my games” “Please…” she begged. The next time she’s awake, it's not in her former life that used to be all sugar and icing. She’s trapped in a hellish world of survival and madness. Once a decadent princess, now a pawn in a god's twisted playground. Ophelia will have to adapt or die trying because death doesn't wait. And the god who brought her into this hell hole couldn't care less about her or maybe…he does. But one thing is certain…she has to SURVIVE!
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Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-NINE: Little mortal.
The ground was hard and cruelly cold beneath the sole of my feet as I hurried out of the four walls of that devilish enclosure. It seemed like a cult. A cult with unwell people and I wanted no part of it, I wanted no part in whatever those men just threw me in. My skin crawled with disgust at being licked as I ran into the night, my head whipping back occasionally to be sure I wasn't being pursued and I didn't stop looking behind me until I tripped on my own foot and tumbled down rough grounds, my body hitting with reckless abandon against several road bumps. Pain radiated through me and an agonizing scream left my lips, the birds in nearby trees flapping away. It was as though the wind held my weight and was effortlessly letting me roll over and I only stopped when my body lodged against a large rock. I lay there for a couple of moments sobbing from both ache and dizziness that followed. I was furious at myself for ever begging that god for a second chance and equally furi
Last Updated : 2026-05-21Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-EIGHT: Thirty shevaris.
All of a sudden they began chanting my name. “Ophelia! Call her out!” “Who is Ophelia?” The women whispered amongst themselves with genuine curiosity. I gradually lifted my face from where it was buried in my lap, a forlorn glint in my eyes as I turned from side to side in confusion. It couldn't be me they were calling, right? I had to have a namesake… The man who made the ‘fresh one’ comment suddenly crowded me, his shadow falling over my face as I stared up at him. “Aren’t you Ophelia, eh?” I wanted to shake my head in dismissal, tell him he had the wrong person but it was too late. He caught my wrist and tossed me out into the lion’s den. They weren't smiling now, no, they were glaring at me with straight faces, the kind you’d see only in horror films, the kind that was capable enough to randomly flash before your eyes in the worst possible moments. I heard my heart racing fast, weren't they all laughing just now? My vision twisted and spun under the women’s dar
Last Updated : 2026-05-14Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-SEVEN: Pleasure court.
OPHELIA.I had just puked water in his face. I gaped at him with a mortified expression, scared he’d react with irritation or try to dip himself to wash up but instead, he was cupping my soaked face, his palm cold beneath my warm skin. “Hey.” He stared at me with intent, it was as though he could read right through me.He didn't have to be here and I wished he were far away. I needed to breathe. I couldn't be this confused at this early stage in a world I hadn't yet understood.He was hard to comprehend and I should be caring about my survival; not whatever this was.“I’m sorry” I said quickly. “For throwing up in your face” He simply stared at me.“Thank…” A loud wail behind us cut my appreciation off. The water rippled as I turned around to see the boy I’d saved being pulled by the hair into an iron-caged carriage. What was happening?There were men in dark steel masks and an outfit that could pass for what people wore in the gothic eighties.I took in my environment. It wasn't
Last Updated : 2026-05-13Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-SIX: Glitch.
Ophelia was a stubborn woman and I knew exactly how to tame her if I wanted.I pulled her weight into my chest just in time before a boulder could drop on her. Despite my firm hold, she was still clumsy enough to drag us to the ground as our bodies rolled down the smooth rock into a dark enclosure. I made sure to keep my palm pressed to the back of her head, the other woven around her midriff in firm protectiveness.We were now out of sight and away from the chaos out there.Legs trampled out there in a vicious helter-skelter run. Someone got impaled on a rusty iron jutting out from a broken crack in the wall, and warm liquid gushed to the ground.Ophelia‘s head dug into my chest. She was breathing hard and fast, with her body pressed right on top of me. Fuck, I think I slammed my ribs a second time.She scrambled up from me and hurriedly began to fix her hair, her face flushed red.“We have to go get the others.” She didn’t look at me when she said that.The screams out there grew ug
Last Updated : 2026-05-12Survive Me, Darling FIVE: Survive or die.
Ophelia. For a moment everyone stood back, watching as the realism of this game crashed down on us. The timer had begun ticking and looking over my shoulder at it— I saw it read nine minutes and thirty seconds. No one was moving yet and the time didn't care to pause along with us. There w
Survive Me, Darling FOUR: Pray to the gods…
“Hey, keep it down. Most of us are trying to have a good sleep here” My teeth gnashed and I immediately wrapped both my hands around my arms to soothe myself from the sudden cold that clogged my chest. Who in their right mind would sleep peacefully when there were hordes of grotesque creatures r
Survive Me, Darling THREE: second chance…in hell.
I don't know how long I lay there for, practically bleeding out in the now dark atmosphere. It was pitiful how no one had noticed my body yet. No ambulance like I expected. No press taking photos or police officers marking X as the spot of a crime scene. No frightened screams. Just hollow silence
Survive Me, Darling TWO: Left for dead.
I froze on that spot, a sudden hiccup leaving my chest as his words bounced off in wave signals against my skull. From afar, thunder rumbled and lightning struck across the walls in a flash. The flimsy curtains in the room flailed from the sudden wind and then a droplet of rain hit the ceiling once
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