Strange. (Y/n) felt eyes on her back, piercing into her soul, but every time she turned, there was nothing there. It came out of nowhere and always lingered its gaze on her. Well, it had always been there, but, this time, it came from some new transfer students. She thought everything would be fine; that she would be able to get through it like she always did. But she was wrong. The days counted down until - one way or another - her inevitable imprisonment came calling. * As of 20 May 2024, this book has been rewritten up to Chapter 70. There are 7 more chapters to go (6 of those being the endings). Things read prior to this date have been slightly changed, so it is encouraged for lore/mystery-solving readers to reread through this book *

(f.yanderes x f.reader) (updates twice a week) (Y/n) had always been able to read people, knowing their thoughts and feelings from the smallest of gestures. This ability pushed her to be a manipulative social climber who was set on using the feelings of others for her own selfish gain, not that many people knew that. Most saw all the admiration she flaunted as fairly gained by her magnetic nature. When she transfers to Sweet River and finds several girls falling for her left and right, her first instinct is to see how she can use their feelings to her advantage. However, when simple feelings turn to obsession it becomes apparent that she's bitten off more than she can chew.

(m.yanderes x f.reader) (complete) (Y/n) had been in love with best friend for almost as long as she'd known him, it was too bad that he was desperately obsessed with someone else. For now, at least.

The globe was in a second technological revolution, and the world as a whole was opening its eyes to the wonders that one Haru Akahito could provide. Yet, despite that, on the basis of his moral deficiencies, he was shunned both inside and outside his family. Orion Trewin, a prince of Vethela, was the complete opposite. His only shortcoming was his inevitably approaching death brought about by a mortal illness. Caught in the middle was (Y/n) Shiratori, neutral in many ways, and, also, the only thing standing between war and peace. As with all my works, I own no art within this book unless explicitly specified.