"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!" "Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me." ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ In which a bath bomb from Walmart turns out to be an over cocky, ridiculously hot, yet surprisingly clueless demigod. ©Kiki 2020© ➣High-key crackfic ➣Greek mythology ➣Romance HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in JUNGKOOK #1 in KPOP #1 in BTS #2 in FANFICTION **Started: January 14, 2020** **Ended: May 7, 2020**

The Readers Choice Awards 2018 Winner - General Fiction Genre Cankerfell Tunnels, a place where people travel to gain fame and wealth, yet every single individual who goes in disappears. Most assume them to be dead due to the many bodies discovered in the surrounding woods. These deaths are attributed to one murderer. No one believes the killer to be human, however. When (f/n)'s friend, a paranormal investigator, ventures inside them with her fellow teammates, she never comes back. With a possible paranormal entity on the loose, will (f/n) follow in after her friend and meet this supposed creature herself? Or, will she be greeted by a more dreadful fate? I don't own the cover picture. Moreover, I don't own any music videos or content w/in the videos. All rights go to the respectful owners. I do own the story, its plot, characters, etc., however. So, please don't steal. Thank you for reading, and I hope that you enjoy^-^! This story is also on my quotev account under the profile name Darkened Warrior.

(m. yanderes x f. reader) (completed) Many years ago an infection struck the population of humans on earth, it became colloquially known as 'lovesickness' or simply 'the infection'. What is was? It damaged the infected person's empathy and made them willing to go to extreme lengths in the name of love. Advanced strength and senses were other symptoms that would arise with the condition as well. Over time as the disease was desperately suppressed it grew in its numbers, once children would hit eighteen they'd be tested for antigens and the numbers of infected persons would increase every year. Today it was next to unheard of to be uninfected and society had shaped itself around the needs of the infected. The four different strains of the disease would live together as the almost nonexistent uninfected population tried to avoid exposure. On (Y/n) (L/n)'s eighteenth birthday she would have a government ordered blood test to determine what strain of the infection she had only to discover there was no strain present.

(yanderes x f. reader) (complete) "Greetings, players...Welcome to the game" Nine strangers. One house. No escape. In this no environment with no idea of who to trust (Y/n) can only hope for survival as the sparks of obsession ignite around her.