Our bodies melded together, chests rising and falling in unity. His eyes poured into mine longingly, desperately, yet the distance between us remained unconquerable. "Please, just take it off," came my broken whisper as my fingertip traced the edge of his mask. "I want to know you." "You won't like what you see." • • • The Masked Dancer is only one of the many mysteries that lurk within the shadows of Jangmi's dream performing arts school. The Gothic architecture, complete with towering buildings, sweeping arches, and an abandoned opera theatre, serves as the perfect home for a web of secrets. As Jangmi attempts to navigate the dark maze of her university, she learns that she cannot fully grant trust to anyone but herself. With an unknown writer leaving her chilling letters, she is surrounded by seven possible suspects, each of whom have hidden reasons for getting close to her. CONTENTS: ➺ Romance ➺ Mystery ➺ Fantasy ➺ Performing Arts au ➺ Beauty and the Beast meets The Phantom of the Opera HIGHEST RANKS: ⤷01 in hobi ⤷01 in performingarts ⤷14 in fanfiction ⤷14 in junghoseok ⤷02 in btshoseok ⤷02 in seokjin Word Count: ~ 130,000 All Rights Reserved. © Hoseokiiss

An average Wattpad reader winds up in a story―and a sauna. One pair of smoldering eyes and one fire extinguisher later, she has met her male love interest, learned that he's a billionaire mafia werewolf and that she's a millionaire vampire werewolf, and chaos ensues. Will the enemies-to-lovers trope work its magic? Or is she doomed to a failed plot in a story that will forever be left unfinished? Enjoy the insanity. She won't.

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Twenty young women awaken in an unfamiliar environment with a new life objective: raising the six newborn vampire babies that are placed with them. [Y/n] is one of those twenty. She is put in charge of six young boys - Laion, Kori, Draka, Aytsa, Seishin and Mitzu. The young vampires age the equivalent of a year a day. On the 21st day, they stop maturing entirely and are to remain that way for eternity. Unlike the other girls, [Y/n] is determined to make it - determined to live. As it so happens, the boys grow determined for her survival also, but for their own more selfish reasons. With the help of her overseer Nyais, [Y/n] knows she has it in her to survive. The odds are stacked against her but what could go wrong when royalty is in your favour? [ achievements: no.1 - yandere no. 1 - infatuation no.4 - yandere x reader ] [ cover and cover art by me ] [ Vampire Yandere Boys x Reader ]

[ONC 2026 ROUND 2 AND 3 AMBASSADOR'S PICK, SHORTLISTED] 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙. ••• Arthur Pendergast is a man who walks with the weight of generations in his shadow. As a Black man navigating the sharp corners of London, he's used to being watched, but as a necromancer, he's the one doing the observing. To pass a rainy Tuesday, he decides to sit in on a fake séance hosted by a local "spiritualist" in a drafty Victorian parlour. He expects cheap parlour tricks, hidden magnets, and the predictable scent of stale incense. And Madame Valeska is pro at it all. But as the candles flicker and Valeska begins her practiced wail, the air in the room turns unnervingly cold. Arthur quickly begins to realize that nothing is quite what it seems. The fraud in the velvet shawl isn't the only one hiding a secret, and the knocking on the table isn't coming from her foot-it's coming from somewhere much deeper. In this dark corner of the city, Arthur is forced to remember a chilling truth: monsters don't live under our beds; they live in the recesses of our minds. And tonight, one of those monsters is finally finding its way out. WC: 20,000 + CC: Inky

In a world where it's growing more and more common to see people with their furry ears and tails on display, to see a pair of wings ruffled by the cool breeze or small horns adoring the top of a head. The world has come a long way in a short amount of tIme, hybrids may be considered citizens but are they really when the world still seems them nothing more than animals set loose? This book will contain mature themes, sexual references and a lot of behaviour that might seem unwarranted but triggered by animal instincts.

Seven people. Seven perspectives . One case. Suga, a "caged" naval officer who wants to experience his own choices in life. Jin, an attentive doctor with a saddened love story. Jhope, a race car driver that was met with a terrible fate that left him with literally nothing. Jungkook, an ambitious patrol officer who is scarred with his brother's homicide. Jimin, a poor teacher striving to move on and to be able to make a living from "something". V, a criminal investigator that is taken lightly and is always being underestimated. Rapmonster, a simple hotel employee that was intertwined with South Korea's darkest secret. What happens when all of them are involved with the Jong-i (translation- Paper) Gang's heist? Events will link. Loyalty and limits will be tested. Death will prevail. This is a BTS alternate universe Fan Fiction. This is DOPE.

Jungkook is an engineer on the Cygnus, a crew made up of seven men. And, when you're in space 24/7, it's hard to meet new people, especially, people that can help with certain... needs. "Kook," Hoseok's voice is suddenly a lot softer. "Did Yoongi or I ever say we were exclusive?" Jungkook's breath halts as his eyes snap up to Hoseok's. Jungkook shakes his head. "So," Hoseok's voice suddenly drops as his eyes seem to darken a color. "Do you want your hyungs to take care of you?" Or... Jungkook lets his hyungs take care of him. (Eventual OT7)

Jimin dies, or at least, he think he does. He wakes up in a strange place to a stange man who tells him strange things. He doesn't want to belive the man when he tells Jimin that he's been forgotten. But, even still, Jimin knows his old life is gone, and he doesn't quite know how to live his new one yet. "You didn't know you had two souls?"

Wrenwyn Fairley is not many things. She is only one thing: a weapon designed to kill. Her mission has been clear since childhood. She will complete it, and then she will die. Bordering the last days of her mission, she retreats to the country where her prerogatives are. For the sake of discretion, she rents a place with a garden in the front yard, a small fountain, and seven male housemates, the last part in small font on the lease that she hadn't read. These seven housemates have secrets. They often distract her with their looming darkness and wisps of tragedy, but she cannot be distracted from her mission to survive, to fight, and to die. It was what she was made for. It is all she is good for. And her seven housemates may try to distract her with heavy hands, lidded eyes, the smell of whiskey, leather, and a startling gentleness that she has never quite known, but they will not succeed. She will succeed, her mission will come to fruition, and she will die, just as she was born to do. She is Wrenwyn the weapon, and that is all she will ever be.