A toxic Tyler Galpin Story of Obsession. ||| Deyanira Serrano has always been haunted-by her past, by her powers, and by the monster inside her. Born a Wendigo, cursed with the ability to touch a person's deepest fear and weaponize it, she has spent her life in exile. At Nevermore Academy, among vampires, sirens, and werewolves, she should finally belong. Instead, her hunger and the whispers of her curse keep her at the edge of every circle, alone. Until she meets him. Tyler Galpin. The boy from Jericho with storm-coloured eyes and a smile that makes her forget how to breathe. He's human-soft, warm, everything she isn't. But every time Deyanira draws near, something inside her claws to the surface, restless and ravenous. What she doesn't know is that Tyler harbours a darkness of his own, one that mirrors the beast she fights to control. The Hyde is waking. And it wants her. Drawn together by a connection that feels both inevitable and forbidden, Deyanira and Tyler circle each other like flame and kindling. His presence stirs a fragile hope she thought she'd buried. But as strange accidents and targeted murders follow her every move, Deyanira realises their bond may be more than dangerous-it may be fatal. Because in a place where monsters walk in daylight and secrets rot beneath the surface, love isn't just a risk. It's a weapon. And she needs to decide if she's going to use it.

Two timelines weave together to connect the dots of what happened in Iago Tower on Halloween night, 1991. Sila Watts was a normie attending Nevermore during their Jericho Outreach project, when they allowed a few human students to attend the school for good press with the locals. During her time there, she would meet the reclusive inventor, Isaac Night, bent on his mission to resurrect something from the dead. She didn't know then that she would be his first success. Trigger warnings in this story include, but are not limited to: graphic descriptions of blood, gore, violence, and domestic assault. Descriptions of death, dying, and bodily decay. Descriptions of intimacy. The language used is intended for a mature audience. Use your own discretion to determine if this story is appropriate for you. This story is a long-haul slow burn romance written from the perspective of a female original character. This story is inspired by the characters of season 2 of 'Wednesday'. I have changed the plot to better fit my story. All characters save for my few OC's are property of their respective owners. Started on: September 16th, 2025 Completed on:

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

The dead don't whisper to everyone... only to her. When Isadora Moura arrives at Nevermore Academy from Brazil, the shadows seem to know her name. With a silver rosary in hand and a legacy tied to Morticia and Gomez Addams, she uncovers secrets buried deep beneath the school. Then there's Isaac Night-haunted, quiet, and drawn to her darkness. Something ancient connects them. Something the dead don't dare speak aloud. ✨ Isaac Night x OC 🖤 Enemies to something more ☠️ Necromancy • Legacy • Lovers ⚠️ I only own Isadora Moura and her family. All other canon characters and settings belong to their original creators. This is a work of fiction for entertainment only. Please do not copy. © Lua_Oculta

In which honesty had never been so missed and verity ever so falsified. "Then ruin me, Malfoy." - A Draco Malfoy fanfic with a messy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, alcohol, emotional trauma, cheating, drugs, and foul language, 18 + All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Clara Adams, Navy White, William White, Asher Lewis Dalton, and the plots created by me. But other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

as the title says, it's a one shot/ imagines book but just straight smut. this book has a mature rating to it, please don't read it if it's not something for you. READ THE WARNINGS OF THE BOOK!!!! #1 in burning desires #1 in polybioh #1 in fancast #1 in slytherinboysreact #2 in smutshot #2 in nott (07/ 26/24) #3 in lorenzozurzolo (10/05/24)

and all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for theodore nott x fem oc social media x real life lowercase intended started: 3.25.23 finished: 6.1.23

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫... 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬... 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

❝𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬?❞ ˚ ༘✦ - 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Salome arrives at Nevermore stitched together with porcelain and gears, a doll-machine with no beating heart. Coldly brilliant, she builds wonders in the shadows of her workshop--yet wonders what it would mean to truly feel. ˚ ༘✦ - 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 - Isaac Night is a prodigy with a dying heart, a mad inventor chasing miracles and madness in equal measure. He dreams of saving his sister from a monstrous fate, even if it means tearing open the boundaries of life itself. But when he meets Salome, he finds himself captivated by her silence, her mind, her fragile not-quite-human soul. As their worlds intertwine, experiments blur into intimacy, and impossible choices rise to the surface. Salome is willing to give Isaac the one thing that could save him--her own heart. Isaac is determined to make her human, no matter the cost. But monsters stir in the shadows, secrets fester in the walls of Nevermore, and salvation may demand a sacrifice neither of them is ready to make. Because what is humanity, if not the price of love? ©HiddingNightmare 2025 + + + Isaac Night X Female OC Clockwork heart: Complete TRANSLATIONS: -gfcatkrinaa majkkcia + + + 1# Salome 8/9/25 1# Machine 11/9/25 1# Doll 11/9/25 1# IsaacNight 23/9/25 - 2# Machine 9/9/25 2# OwenPainter 13/9/25 2# Mad 13/9/25 2# Fanfiction 17/9/25 - 3# Mad 11/9/25

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?