Literate Roleplay Novels & Stories

He didn’t even call the stupid bimbo desperate. Lucian let out a dark laugh. “Getting uncomfortable all of a sudden I see,” he openly mused, having all the information he needed from that one reaction. He was right. She was in a tight corner and had no more lies so she was playing the defensive. Fine, he’d play.

Lila growled, stumbling forward like she wanted a dramatic entrance and then crashed into the kind of threats that make you want to roll your eyes so hard your skull clicks. She said she’d taken my place, my name, my identity in the eyes of the man fate kept for me. She said there was nothing I could do. She spoke like someone who had read the villain handbook and highlighted the important bits. I arched a brow because the universe apparently loves when I stay snarky at inappropriate times. “Oh, broken sweetheart,” I said, voice syrup-sweet and deadly. “Is that your résumé? Because it’s tragic.” I let the words hang there, soft and mocking. Lila’s jaw tightened.

After a short, heavy silence that was constantly broken by my heavy sighs, I turned to ask the librarian once again because he had yet to respond, “Do you think this will work?“ I don't know why, but I was suddenly feeling nervous, and nothing seemed good about all this. “Of course it will, dude. What's with you today? You seem off.“ He patted my back in encouragement and squeezed my hand gently. I shot a forced smile at him when his gaze lingered on my face. It's only the moon goddess who knew how I was feeling at that moment. "There is nothing wrong with me." I lied through open teeth and then continued, "So, how are we doing this?“ I asked.

Oh, humour me! "What do you think, brother?" Someone tell me it's the end of the world like the humans do believe? Lucas leaves me with a wink before he disappears behind the door and I had infiltrated his mind. I needed to read his head, to know what exactly interests him in that poor little girl. My train of thoughts hasn't wheeled off to far when one of my Lieutenants knocked at my mind. "Yes, Griffin." "Rex meus, it's Lilith. We've tried all tactics on her but she wouldn't bulge, speak, or fight back. She's like a living dead."

She looked at Lucas curiously, waiting for Lucas' answer. "Do you really want to know my realm?" Lucas looked at Lisa indifferently. "Yes." Lisa nodded her head heavily. Lucas thought, "Since you want to know my realm so much, I'll tell you." ... Lucas said, "I'm a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters." "What?" Lisa was suddenly shocked, and her fair face was shocked to the extreme! She would never have thought that Lucas would say something like that. Lisa said, "Stop joking. I know you're lying to me."

LUCA "Are you down for a little roleplay?" "Hmmm." Lily leans her back to the headboard. "Like student and teacher?" "That's elementary school level. I want you to strip and give me a show, and after that we will have a Dom/sub sexual place. I will be the top, and you will be the button, and if you impress me." I sucked hard on her thumb. "We will switch roles." She looks at me, disbelief in her eyes. "Why did I sneak into your room this late at night for again?" There's a hint of excitement in her voice.

Lily's POV "And what crucial role do you want me to play in your sick game?" I demanded, defiance laced with fear as I faced Ricardo Gambino in the dimly lit warehouse. "I am nobody. I know nobody in your sick, twisted mafia world. Why do you want to drag me into it?" "Oh, you'd find out that you're as involved in my 'sick, twisted world' as any other person, cara mia," Ricardo replied in a whisper. He smiled again, revealing pearly white teeth with a golden one in the corner. "Especially...."

Lila's mouth twitched. She instinctively covered her face. [System! This NPC has become sentient!] System: [...] I watched her expression. Crossed my legs. Swayed my foot. My tone was casual. "You have the loosest lips I've ever seen. You just blurt everything out." "Add to that your obsession with following the script and trying to steal someone else's man, and combined with my extensive reading experience? It's classic transmigration fiction." "I just didn't think it actually existed."

“Morgiana, hand, D-rank lancer, specialized in melee too but I can also protect the healer.” "Lillith, D-rank warrior, hand too, I'm a pure DPS so I'm pretty bad at defending myself, not that I can't! Just, I'll fight better if someone has my back." "D-rank puppeteer, I can produce puppets with many classes, mainly tanks but not very effective... My name is Marie." "Liliana, D-rank magic swordwoman, we are all hands in the team, I am good at melee but my preferential position is near one of the teammates who needs protection."

Assistants POV I sat in a corner of her living room corner, the dim light casting shadows across her face as she walked in. Lilian. My very own fake minion that I carefully polished and sent out to play the role of a perfect nurse, even though she didn’t have the slightest idea what she was doing. It didn’t matter. I didn’t need her to know anything about injections or cutting people up in the name of healing them. I just needed her to know how to push things around swiftly and discreetly without getting caught.