Konnyr is a kingdom built on the pain and suffering of the poor and the ill. (Y/n) was raised for one task and one task only: Assassinate the King. As she gets tangled up in issues with her guild and the prince of the nation she's forced to figure out what is real, and who she trusts.

You find yourself in your favourite games but with a dark twist.

↳ ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- ❝I PROMISE I'M THE ONE FOR YOU! ♡❞ | 🌻 | ; in which a girl receives obsession filled texts. -IN THE PROCESS OF BEING RE-WRITTEN- ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ [ yandere x fem!reader] © writing © 2019

Obsession(noun) - the state of being obsessed with someone or something You didn't realize how much your actions had an impact on everyone. Especially him. He loved you for long and had to hide his obsession, but couldn't hide it anymore. He wrote you a note, and when he saw you read it, that's when the games began. ∆ ∆ ∆ Slight Yandere behaviour

The air was thick with tension, heavy like the clouds that loomed over the city. I stood in the paint store, surrounded by vibrant colors that once inspired me, now dulled by uncertainty. As I prepared to leave, a figure entered-a man cloaked in mystery and danger. His gaze swept over me, sending a chill racing down my spine. Something about him felt familiar, yet I couldn't place it. That moment faded as I stepped into the street, but a sense of foreboding clung to me. Suddenly, darkness engulfed my world. I was taken, thrust into a nightmare, facing a man who spoke of my father with venomous words. "Your father owes me a lot of money," he said smoothly, chilling me to the bone. "And you're here because he took off." I was trapped in a web of debts I never knew existed, forced to make a deal with this man-a sum of five thousand a week for a father's betrayal. Desperation clawed at me as I scrambled to find a way to pay off a debt that felt insurmountable. And then there was him-his unsettling gaze, whispers of a past I couldn't recall. "I'll give you a hint," he'd said with a smirk. "Hotel." The word taunted me, urging me to remember what I'd tried to forget. Now, standing on the edge of a new reality, I knew I was in over my head. Each day felt like a countdown to when I would either meet my payments or become a pawn in a game I never wanted to play. The shadows of my past loomed larger, and as I prepared to step into the unknown, I had to confront them. The question remained, Would I find my way back, or would I be lost forever in a world ruled by fear and deception?

(m. yandere(s) x f. reader) (complete) (Y/n) could dance before she could walk. For as long as she could remember she'd wanted to be a ballerina, the thought of expressing a story through movement had always fascinated her. After graduating high school and gaining admission to the school of her dreams- Vivienne Verily's Performing Arts Academy, (Y/n) is ready to make her aspirations come true. Though things are made for more complicated when she meets her dance partner: a cruel, isolated, young man who develops a curiosity in (Y/n). A curiosity that would change her life.

シスコン | 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗 ━ ( yandere step brothers x fem! reader ) ━ ━ ━ ━ ➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl struggles with adapting to a new family and a past car crash, now trying to navigate her relationship with her stepbrothers who seem to be growing a little too fond of their new baby sister ━ ━ ━ ━ ➺ mature themes and language ➺ started: oct 30, 2022 ➺ republished: july 25, 2024 ➺ ended: july 25, 2024 ➺ status: completed ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #1 - infatuation #1 - family #1 - manipulation #1 - obsessive #1 - yandere #1 - yanderexreader #1 - twisted #3 - dark #9 - stepbrother ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐘 Ald815

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite hero," the villain taunted, their voice dripping with mischief. "Always so serious. You know, seriousness doesn't look good on you. How about a little fun?" Suppressing the urge to react, I squared my shoulders and met their gaze with steely resolve. "Fun? You call destroying lives and spreading chaos 'fun'?" I shot back, refusing to be swayed by their honeyed words. But the villain persisted, closing the distance between us with a predatory grace. "Oh, come on now, don't pretend you don't feel the sparks between us," they purred, their eyes alight with an unsettling allure. "You and I, we could make quite the dynamic duo." I clenched my fists, the urge to strike rising within me. But I held back, reminding myself of the principles that guided my every action. "The only thing sparking between us is the clash of our ideals," I retorted, my voice firm. "I fight for justice, not for whatever twisted game you're playing." The villain's laughter echoed through the desolate alleyway, bouncing off the decaying walls. "Ah, but justice is such a dull concept, don't you think?" they sneered, circling me with a predatory grace. "How about we spice things up a bit?" I stood my ground, unwavering in my conviction. "I'll never stoop to your level," I declared, my tone unwavering. "My duty is to protect the innocent and uphold the law." But the villain was relentless, their words like poison seeping into my mind. "Duty, duty, duty," they mocked, their voice dripping with disdain. "You heroes are all the same. But deep down, you know there's a part of you that yearns for something more... exhilarating."

He strides over to me, his expression stern. "Okay." "Okay what?" I ask, utterly perplexed. "Okay, we're dating." I glance down at the note he's passed to me, feeling my heart sink into my stomach. "Oh, no, no," I stammer, "that wasn't from me. It's not mine." His gaze hardens as he looks at me. "You handed it to me. You gave it to me. We're dating." Lord, if you're listening, strike me down now. "Wait, I really didn't write that," I plead, but he doesn't listen.

I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.