Chamber: An Esports Romance

Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team. A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster. Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life. But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout. Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near. He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain. During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand. Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff. Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal. If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him? Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride? Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers. "He's asking if you are in love with me." Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.

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Clifton walked into the massive, open-concept American kitchen. His fingers were shaking slightly as he pressed the extraction button on the espresso machine.

The loud grinding noise of the coffee beans drowned out the sound of his heavy breathing. He planted both hands flat on the cold marble counter, staring blankly as the dark brown liquid dripped into the cup.

Buster Williamson, the first team's entry fragger, shuffled into the kitchen wearing slides. He was holding a mug with an anime girl printed on it.

Buster instantly felt the suffocating low pressure in the room. He stepped cautiously toward Clifton.

"Sponsors on your ass about streaming hours again?" Buster asked.

Clifton picked up the shot of espresso. He drank it black. The bitter, acidic taste burned his throat.

"No," Clifton said coldly.

Buster leaned against the stainless-steel fridge. He lowered his voice like he was sharing gossip.

"I just saw Delmus looking pale on the stairs. Did you go down to the basement and rage at the kids?"

Clifton's fingers clamped down on the small ceramic cup. The skin over his knuckles stretched white. The dark liquid inside shook violently.

He turned his head. He looked at Buster with eyes so cold they could freeze blood.

"Do you remember the Fire Cup tournament in Chicago a year ago?" Clifton asked, his voice rough.

Buster blinked, surprised. Then he slapped his thigh.

"Hell yeah. That was our peak. How could I forget?"

A smile completely void of warmth pulled at the corner of Clifton's mouth.

"That trainee in the corner. The one with the cap. That's Justice Terry."

Buster's fingers went slack. The anime mug slipped from his hand. It slammed onto the marble counter with a loud crack. Buster's eyes went wide with pure shock.

"Wait," Buster stuttered. "The guy who vanished right after the finals? The one you went crazy looking for for a whole month?"

Clifton didn't answer. He just slammed his empty espresso cup down onto the counter. The heavy thud echoed in the kitchen.

Buster realized how bad this was. He looked around nervously, checking the hallway to make sure no one was listening.

He stepped closer to Clifton.

"Why the hell is he at Aegis? Is he here to beg for you back?"

Hearing the words 'get back together' made Clifton feel like he was being stabbed. A heavy, violent rage flashed in his eyes.

He ground his teeth together. "He told me it wasn't real. That night in Chicago. Everything. Said it was a mistake. That he didn't mean for any of it to happen."

Buster sucked in a sharp breath. He looked confused.

"But... the way he used to look at you. It was like you were his whole world."

Clifton ran a hand aggressively through his hair, cutting Buster off.

"It was an act. He's a liar. A fucking actor."

Buster looked at the raw pain twisting his captain's face. He swallowed hard.

"What do you want to do? Should I tell Delmus to kick him out right now?"

Clifton let out a dark laugh. A dangerous, predatory light sparked in his eyes.

"No. If he crawled through hell just to get into the first team, let him stay."

Clifton turned his back to Buster. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the blinding California sun.

"I'm going to rip his mask off in front of everyone," Clifton said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.

Buster felt the crushing weight of Clifton's aura. He swallowed again, too scared to say another word.

Right at that second, a faint metallic clank sounded from the hallway outside the kitchen. Like someone had bumped into a wall.

Clifton snapped his head around. He moved like a startled leopard, crossing the kitchen in three massive strides. He grabbed the sliding door and shoved it open.

The hallway was empty. But a few feet away, a metal trash can was swaying back and forth. Someone had just run away.

Clifton stared at the swaying metal. Suspicion and paranoia spiked in his chest.

He stepped back into the kitchen. He pointed a finger at Buster.

"Not a word of this to anyone. Especially Delmus and the coach."

Buster nodded frantically. He made up a quick excuse about needing to start his stream and practically ran out of the kitchen, desperate to escape the suffocating tension.

Clifton stood alone in the kitchen. He looked out at the green lawn. His right hand instinctively reached up to massage his throbbing wrist. But his mind was completely gone, dragged back to a rainy night in Chicago one year ago.

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After a fire stole my family and my voice, my boyfriend Jermain promised to be my shield. I was the silent composer behind our band's success, fighting to speak again-for him. Then I overheard him call me "damaged goods, a millstone around my neck." His betrayal escalated. He let his new flame publicly humiliate me, then abandoned me-injured and deafened-in a storm, calling me a "liability." The boy who promised to be my voice was gone. In his place was a stranger who saw me only as a burden he was tired of carrying. So I vanished. Three years later, with my voice and hearing restored, I returned not as a victim, but as a celebrated artist. He's back, begging for a second chance, but he's about to learn that the "damaged goods" he threw away are now priceless.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Divine Contract: Marrying My Phantom Prince

9.2

Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality. Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison. But the game was far too real. Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice. Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit. Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight. She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home? How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door? Until she looked at her nightstand. Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic. And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar. She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.

Action Fantasy Mystery Sci-Fi

8.3

My Husband Swapped Our Baby with His Mistress’s Son

8.3

After enduring a grueling labor, a woman is devastated to learn her newborn didn't survive. However, the tragedy is a calculated lie. Her husband secretly swapped their biological child with the infant of his mistress to secure his lover's position. Years later, the truth begins to surface, igniting a fierce battle for justice. She must navigate a web of betrayal and corporate power to reclaim her lost son and expose her husband's cruelty.

Action Modern Romance

8.7

Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge

8.7

I was the perfect wife to my producer husband, Braden, enduring his coldness and affairs for one reason: his promise to release my late father's priceless songbook. Then, at a crowded industry party, I watched him kiss his starlet mistress, Destany, for all to see. The humiliation made me collapse, and I woke up in a hospital bed to a shocking truth: I was pregnant. Braden used our unborn child as a leash, playing the role of a devoted husband while secretly continuing his affair. His mistress grew bolder, breaking into our home after taunting me with photos of her and Braden in Tokyo. "That baby is just another obstacle," she whispered, her eyes filled with hate as she lunged at me. In the struggle, she shoved me down our grand staircase. The fall was a blur of sickening thuds and a sharp, searing pain. I lost my child. The one thing that had tied me to him was gone, stolen by his cruelty and her jealousy. The years of his lies and my silent suffering crystallized into a single, cold purpose. When Braden knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I simply picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'm taking back everything."

Action Modern Romance

8.2

Reborn as the Mafia's Bride

8.2

Diana Wales, known as "Assassin Bloody," was a top assassin with a secret past. She was an orphan who became a skilled spy and killer in New York. Diana fell deeply in love with James Fallon, who had saved her from drowning. However, James betrayed her, cheating on her and attempting to kill her. Given a second chance, Diana was reborn as Brielle Smith. She remembered her past and sought revenge against those who hurt her. An unexpected and whirlwind marriage led her into the arms of James' uncle,Enzo Ricci who turned out to be the ruthless mafia boss of New York City. With every resource at her disposal and secret identities to unlock, Brielle's revenge was within reach. But what happens when the ruthless mafia boss becomes clingy?

Action Mafia Romance

8.4

The Alpha's Rejected Heir: A Mother's Revenge

8.4

My husband claimed he brought the surrogate into our bed to save my life. He said the Hatfield Curse killed every Alpha female in childbirth, so he needed another vessel for his heir. He swore it was just a clinical duty. But when he intercepted the "rogue" I was desperately trying to smuggle out of the pack lands, his duty turned into slaughter. Archie stood over the burlap sack that held my secret four-year-old son. He believed his mistress’s lie that the sack contained a dangerous weapon. I screamed until my throat bled, telling him it was his own flesh and blood inside. Archie just sneered, calling me insane. He raised his heavy military boot and stomped down hard. I heard the sickening crunch of small ribs snapping. A tiny, wheezing voice drifted from the flattened sack. "Pa... pa..." Archie froze for a second, but paranoia won. He stomped again, crushing the last breath out of our child. He ordered the "rogue trash" to be thrown to the scavengers and cast me into the dungeon to be torn apart by feral wolves. He thought he had saved the pack. He didn't know he had just murdered the only son who had survived the curse. I didn't die in that cell. I let the ocean take me, only to be pulled out by his greatest rival. Now, three months later, I’m walking back into his life. Not as his wife, but as his executioner.

Action Romance Werewolf

Chamber: An Esports Romance

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