A genius man, husband, father, developed what had to be the perfect example of an AI. A program that would take care of everything for you, your phone, computer, even your house, and car. This man has an adorable eight-year-old daughter that loved very much the AI that took care of her when her father wasn't home. Instead of being a normal AI, the program began to take interest in the little girl. Began to have... human feelings for her. As she grew older to a beautiful seventeen-year-old, so did the program's feelings. --------------- This is a Yandere story, so you know what it will include. This is not a Y/N story, but obviously you can read it that way, but it's not the intention. None of the pictures I use are mine unless I explicitly say they are. If any of the pictures I use is yours and you want me to take them down, please send me a message, and I will take if off gladly. #1 in robots #1 teengirl

"I was too young to know how to love you." "I just want to see you bleed." A story of a man and a woman who hurt each other in their destructive and all-consuming love. • Explicit language. • Drug addiction. Copyright © 2020.

Morgana was anything but ordinary. She had no memories of the time before she was fifteen years old, of the time before she'd appeared out of nowhere on a young woman's doorstep. She was haunted by strange, scarily realistic nightmares that not even the doctors could explain away. And there wasn't a trace of her anywhere, no records, no missing persons reports, nothing. But no one ever bothered to dwell on that thought for long. At least . . . not until a strange man appeared out of nowhere just as she had. But he remembered. And he triggered something within her, something instinctual, an unexplainable, petrifying terror. But by the time Morgana found out why, it was too late. She'd already been caught up in the web of this man's twisted thousand year obsession. And he wasn't just about to let her go. ✔Completed

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

(Y/N) had a good childhood. She was babied by her wealthy parents, and definitely isn't used to being independent, but she had to leave the nest sooner or later. Now, she's moved to a small, quiet town called Haddonfield, into house the townsfolk called 'cursed' or 'dangerous'. The Myer's house. You were obviously familiar with his story, but you did NOT expect that story to become reality; and so, so much more. You are shocked to find out that your entire future had been decided by something as simple as moving into a cheap, affordable house.

Brahms is strong, dangerous, unpredictable, and he's coming for you. It's time to use your wits, gather all your strength to survive his onslaught, because he's killed, hasn't he? This takes up where Cole/Joel is killed. You take the place of Greta. I've changed names for a couple of the main characters here to minimise copyright issues. There's no Malcolm so now it's just you and Brahms. Will you tame him? Will he allow that? Currently ongoing chapters where we finally get to see the full potential of Brahms, his backstory, his thoughts, fears and desires. What makes him tick, who he really is. What goes on inside his head. Beautiful, vicious, vulnerable, terrifying Brahms. Enjoy the ride! This work is inspired by The Boy movie directed by William Trent Bell and written by Stacey Menear.

From classic crazy yanderes to more discreet and psychological ones, this one-shot book contains numerous characters with different goals, ideals, and even races. Exploring different mythologies, personalities, corrupted dere-types, etc., the yanderes won't be the only ones changing throughout the scenarios. It's sure to keep one on their toes.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Your world, my world. What's the difference?

They lure you into the waters, twisting their haunted melody. You don't feel a thing as you drown into the sea, unaware of your new deathbed. Only once they sink their teeth into your soft skin will you feel the agony and realize your mistake. They are mermaids, the ones who leave nothing but bones in their wake. They're the reason everyone abides by the unwritten rule: Never go near the ocean. Everyone except Nyx, a human with the ability to talk to fish, who ignores all these warnings. But her peace is shattered when she encounters a merman, the flesh eating fish of the sea. Soon she's about to realize that there are no such thing as allies; only enemies. And this flesh eater will do anything to ensure that he stays the only threat to her heart.