❥︎ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ yandere! roommates x reader ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ When (Y/N) moves in with five strangers, things start out surprisingly well. Everyone gets along, and she seems to click with each of them pretty instantly. She's happy to be friends── and have a roof over her head, in all honesty── until it becomes clear that their intentions for her are less than platonic. Even worse, their romantic desires towards her are much more dangerous than she anticipated. No one in her life is safe, nothing will get in their way, and nobody can stop them from keeping her by their side. Time is running out for dear (Y/N), as her roommates' affections for her ruin every aspect of her life until it is completely unrecognizable. As their determination to protect and keep her to themselves grows, (Y/N) will have to fight like hell to make it out unscathed── and ensure no one else gets hurt in the process. ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 ! 𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨

Three brothers, triplets, bound by blood and a shared crucible of neglect, huddled together, their young faces hardened by a life devoid of tenderness. Elias, the eldest, already carried the weight of the world in his winter storm eyes, a nascent ruthlessness simmering beneath a veneer of quiet observation. Julian, the middle, a coiled spring of restless energy, radiated a raw, untamed power, his fists perpetually clenched, ready for a fight. Kael, the youngest, his amber eyes holding a deceptive innocence, possessed a cunning that belied his years, a silent strategist in the making.They were the Thorne brothers, and the orphanage was their cage, a place where kindness was a rare commodity and survival was the only currency. And then there was her. Anya. A slip of a girl with a mane of wild, untamed hair that seemed to defy gravity, and eyes the color of emeralds that sparkled with an infuriating defiance. She was a whirlwind of chaos, a brat, a firecracker, a constant thorn in their side. She hated them with a passion that burned as fiercely as their own disdain for her. Their interactions were a series of skirmishes, petty cruelties, and venomous words, each exchange deepening the chasm of animosity between them.On that fateful night, A whisper of freedom, a fleeting moment of childish rebellion, a desire to be rid of the constant torment that was the Thorne brothers. It went on for years untill brothers turned eighteen and Anya turned fifteen, in a moment of impulsive, misguided mischief, had unlatched the garden gate letting the brothers be taken away by some goons. They screamed cried panicked and then they were gone. Eleven years later they still loathed her and after watching her race on one of their race tracks a thirst of revenge ignited in them and it wouldn't calm untill they've had what they want.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ Evander wanted her first. All year long, his eyes never left her - quiet, steady, certain. But then his two chaotic brothers noticed her too... and suddenly she wasn't just the girl they watched. She was the girl they wanted. ✧ She never imagined being caught between more than one boy - never imagined being *chosen* this intensely - but maybe... maybe she needs to rethink everything she thought she knew. ♡⟡♡ Three brothers. One girl who never asked for any of this. And a school year that refuses to stay simple. ❀⋆｡˚

Not One Not Two But Three

She's a girl who wants out of her abusive life. She's a girl who greets death with open arms. She's a girl who doesn't understand that not everyone is out to hurt her. She's a girl who's about to get something better than death. They are kings who only want to find their mate. They are kings who want nothing more than to spoil and protect her. They are kings who gets there wish and more. They are kings who will do anything to see a sweet smile on their precious mate face. P.S. As y'all can clearly see, I'm not really good at covers. If anyone want to help me with a cover I would really appreciate that and of course give you the credit for it.

Who would've thought she, as innocent and pure as ever, would be tangled in such a dark mess. "What exactly do you want doll?" She mumbled under her breath, too hot and flustered to think of what was to come out of her mouth. The elder brother wrapped his hand around her hair, wanting to hear the sweet words of sin come out of her mouth. "Hm?" "I want you to fuck me." She begged, the pulsating beat in her panties couldn't be helped. "Oh and you want me to fuck your pretty mouth while he fucks your cunt?" "Yes!" She basically rubbed herself against him, wanting him to have his way. "Yes what?" "Yes daddy!"

"You know what happens to people around me, little one ?" He said in a dark husky voice while slowly moving towards me as if I'm his prey "Y-yea well I don't care, b-besides I don't think you're as bad as they say you are" I say while I back up against the wall He places his hands on both sides of the wall and leans in closer He's so close that I can smell his breath. Cigarettes and mint combined "Oh now is that right little one? You don't think I'm that bad?" He whispers in my ear I bit my lip, trying hard not to moan because of the hot breath I feel against my ear "No, I don't" Ever since then everything have changed

Jalya has just gotten out of little school. Every female is required to go to little School, unless they are a mommy, a dominant, brat tamer, and everything else that wasn't a little. everybody is required to take a test at 16 years of age to figure out what school they were assigned to Jalya was assigned to little school. Now straight out of little school she has to find a job because she doesn't have a daddy. the law is if you don't have a caretaker, a daddy, a master or anything like that of that manner but you had to go to work until you found one. She was determined to find a job until she could find her perfect Daddy. Venancio is CEO of a company. He is the king of Mafia the number one Mafia in the world. Everyone fears his Mafia. He also is a master, Bratt Tamer and above all a daddy and dominant. He never really had a submissive or a little one. He had play toys. He had them when he wanted them and then push them to the side again. He never really cared much for the whole idea of caring for someone, since he was ruthless, emotionless, brutal and cold-hearted. He figured there's no need to have a little one or submissive if he could have play toys. So what happens when these meet each other for the first time? what happened when Jalya meets Venancio notorious gang leaders who's the most feared, ruthless brutal, emotionaless, and cold-hearted person you'll ever meet. will Jalya find her perfect Daddy? Only time knows