Secound Life Ranker Novels & Stories

I looked at the screen, at the long fingers now wrapped around a glass of red wine, my voice eerily calm. “Is that so? If your hands are ruined… does it hurt?” “It does,” Landon sighed on the other end, his tone tender. “But when I think about saving your life, it all feels worth it. Stella, I love you.” [Detected male lead’s lie: “Beaten by debt collectors, hands ruined from washing dishes in the kitchen.”] [Lie identified. Reward granted: Brain tumor has completely disappeared.] With the mechanical voice, the searing pain in my head receded like a tide.

“Not just the queens. Upperclass vamps too. But yeah, the four at the top? They’re the prize patrol. Rules are simple: Rankings update monthly. Points for academics, extracurriculars, ‘social integration’—that’s code for not freaking out around fangs—and whatever mysterious crap the algorithm spits out. Seraphina built the system herself. AI-driven, pulls from campus cams, health scans, even social media if you’re dumb enough to post.” I pulled out my phone, tapped the Bloodmate app that had auto-installed overnight. My profile stared back: Nico Black, 21st, with a progress bar at 45%. Below it, a breakdown—endurance (high, probably from the car wreck survival), adaptability (medium), “intri

This story is all about boys love. Love is not gender biased. It's all about feeling how we feel towards someone especial. Everyone gets second choice to correct the mistake . Ryan also gets the second chance to get back his soulmate. But does he really make this chance in the right way or just spoils it again and left regretted rest of his life. Parth who loves him unconditionally, tries all possible ways to get his love but love is all about putting equal efforts from both side.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

And if I had truly been given a second chance, then I wasn't going to waste it. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Raffaele was my target now. I will use him. I will use the entire Moretti family if I had to. They had spent years making my life miserable. Now I will make sure they understood exactly what it felt like to lose everything. Every single one of them would eventually be at my feet, begging for mercy. I'll start with Nicoló and Bianca Moretti. Those two had made my life a living hell. They had looked down on me. They had judged me.

Each beat faded, as if someone were slowly lowering the volume. Then everything I had lived through here rushed past in shattered, glittering fragments. Twenty-one years in the Great Wayland Dynasty. I had been reborn into this body before I could even form words. I had four targets. The System had laid out the rules with brutal clarity: earn Absolute Affection from any one of them, and the version of me in my original world would be cured of the terminal illness waiting there like a sealed door. Four chosen men, brilliant and untouchable, upheld the nation. Every one of them came to hate me to the bone because of the heroine. This was not the kind of hatred that sought explanations or apolo

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

I reaped many of the weak links from their homes and they live in fear, not knowing if they were next. Apart from me, Sienna Rath also had a really low score, holding ninth place on the board. Of course her score was low her—father was a murderer. Orion and Myria held the same score on the board, both with really high scoring. They had first place on the board. Rowan wasn’t too far behind, taking second place. Third through eighth were claimed by Kael Morn, Andor Vesk, Taren Wolfson, Lysander Cobb, and Rothen Vale, their names stacked in descending order beneath Rowan’s.

Chase Lister, my junior in university, spread his arms wide, firmly shielding me behind him. He frowned and looked at Mom and Dad with disgust. "I've never seen parents as shameless as you two!" he shouted. "Why should you sacrifice one child's life for the sake of the other? "What's so good about Jane? She's just a useless, spoiled trust-fund brat! How can you be so biased? She doesn't even hold a candle to Yvonne! You two must be completely blind to trade a diamond for a piece of glass!"

Rows and rows of tombstones lined up in an arranged order as Luna drove past, Luna glanced at the names on the tombstones as she always did whenever she came to the memorial ground. Lisa Hackney III (the third), Jaime Crow Sullivan, Kira Langdon, Larry Samuels II (the second). and as always, Luna wondered what their stories were. The third, the second, names that sounded important and highborn. They probably had generational wealth and influential families who were still alive. Luna had never bothered to research them, the only reason she even knew of their names was because the grave of someone she loved was in the same place as hers. She was not the sort of person who judged another human