Novels by Angel

The invitation from Isabella still lingered on Ethan’s phone screen, glowing faintly in the darkened penthouse like a whisper of danger. Midnight. Meet me alone. Don’t tell the others.His chest tightened. He hadn’t even answered yet, and already the system chimed in, as if savoring his conflict.[New Hidden Mission: Keep jealousy under control. Objective: Prevent any affection score from dropping below 60 before midnight. Failure will result in permanent affection loss. Reward: +5 to Charm, Special Ability Unlock – Silver Tongue (Level 1).]Ethan gritted his teeth. “Of course,” he muttered under his breath. “As if tonight wasn’t hard enough already.”The sound of high heels clicking on marble interrupted his thoughts. Olivia emerged from the balcony, her silky nightgown fluttering against her skin, the moonlight outlining every curve. She carried a glass of wine, her emerald eyes smoldering with a mix of desire and something far sharper territoriality.“You’ve been quiet, Ethan,” she

The night ended with polite smiles and lingering gazes, but Ethan felt the tension humming beneath every step as he walked each woman to the lounge doors. Natalia’s hand brushed his sleeve when she said goodbye, her grip faintly possessive. Olivia leaned closer than necessary, whispering something teasing in his ear that made his skin prickle. Isabella simply smiled, unreadable, her eyes holding his as if she knew a secret no one else did.When the last of them vanished down the hall, Ethan exhaled, shoulders sinking against the doorframe. He had survived. Barely. The system’s interface blinked in his vision:[Trial by Fire: Progress 85% → 92%. Remaining Objective: Avoid Betrayal for 24 Hours.]His chest tightened. Avoid betrayal. That wasn’t a goal, it was a warning.He retreated to his suite, pulling off his jacket, but the tension clung to him. The city stretched beyond the window, neon and restless, but it felt hollow. What echoed louder was the image of their faces, three flames

The system’s countdown pulsed in Ethan’s vision like a curse: twenty-four hours, three women, one gathering. If he failed, everything he’d built, every fragile thread of affection, every delicate lie would unravel in a single night.He stood before the floor-length mirror of his suite, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored jacket. The reflection that stared back wasn’t the Ethan of a month ago. That boy was gone, swallowed by this new world of luxury, ambition, and impossible stakes. This version of him was sharper. Harder. But beneath the polished veneer, his chest thudded with nerves.The knock came soft but deliberate. He opened the door to a delivery: a carved wooden box, no return label, just his name. Inside, nestled in black silk, was a note in ornate cursive.“You asked for fire. Let’s see if you can dance in it. N.”He swallowed. Natalia.The gathering was his idea or rather, the system’s cruel demand but she had already taken control of the stage. That was what scared him mos

The morning sun crept through the blinds, stabbing golden lines across Ethan’s face. He stirred awake in the luxury suite the system had somehow secured for him, sheets tangled around his body. For a moment, there was silence peace.Then the system’s cold voice shattered it.[Quest Reminder: Balance the Flames.][Time Remaining: 23:12:44]The glowing timer hovered in his vision, digits ticking down mercilessly.Ethan sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Twenty-four hours to keep three women happy. Perfect.”The system chimed again.[Failure Consequence: -15 Affection across all.][Warning: Consequences may cascade. A harem collapse is possible.]That last line knifed through him. The women weren’t just trophies; each was dangerous in her own right. If their affection plummeted simultaneously, it wouldn’t just be rejection. It could be sabotage. Betrayal. Maybe worse.He dressed quickly, checked his phone three unread messages.Natalia: Breakfast. Private. Don’t be late.Olivia: M

The lounge’s low light turned liquid gold across the polished floor, catching on the sheen of crystal glasses and silk gowns. Ethan stood with three sets of eyes on him, each carrying its own weight: Olivia’s sultry daring, Isabella’s playful sharpness, Natalia’s commanding calm.The system’s timer glowed faintly in his vision.[Urgent Mission: Choose one woman to dance with. The other two will react accordingly.][Timer: 00:18… 00:17…]Every second ticked like a hammer in his chest. Olivia tilted her head, lips curving in a challenge she expected him to pick her. Isabella’s smirk sharpened; she was waiting to see if he dared risk her wrath by overlooking her. Natalia simply raised a brow, already calculating how his choice could be used later.00:09… 00:08…Ethan exhaled. He extended his hand toward Natalia.A flicker of surprise crossed her face before she masked it with a slow smile. She placed her hand in his, cool and steady, rising with the grace of a queen. Olivia’s gaze darken

The lounge’s dim golden light wrapped the room in a soft glow, casting shadows along the velvet-lined booths. The low hum of a saxophone slipped through the air like smoke, and every movement seemed slower, heavier, deliberate. Ethan could feel the pressure building even before Natalia stepped in and when she did, it was like the air itself grew denser.Olivia’s perfectly sculpted lips curved in a slow, knowing smile. She was lounging beside Ethan, one leg crossed over the other, the slit in her dress framing just enough thigh to pull his attention. Isabella, on the other hand, sat across from them, her elbow resting on the table, eyes sharp yet playful like a predator trying to decide whether to pounce or tease.Natalia’s entrance was unhurried, confident. She didn’t walk into the room; she claimed it. Her emerald-green gown shimmered under the light, hugging her frame like it was made just for her. She didn’t greet either of the other two, her eyes locked on Ethan, and she made her