Dazai / reader | Your heart is lost; he had eaten it. Trapped in his web, your memories stretched thin against the cradle of his fingers; you are at his mercy. He had stitched you to his heart, carefully, burying you in your own echo...that echo being another echo...He says that it was for your own good; yet you still feel the stab of the needle, the knife cutting the thread loose, only to tighten you against his chest, becoming one. At the end of the day, by a mirror, you would ask yourself: Who was I? Who am I? Eve or Adam: Eve from his brittle rib, or Adam for creating Dazai into the man he was now? But the person staring back wouldn't be you.

Ten missing teenagers. One house. One hundred cameras. A strange live broadcast suddenly went viral in all social media websites. What makes it strange? It is the live broadcast of the missing teenagers trapped and being secretly filmed inside a mansion── wherein the psycho house owner dangerously plays DOLLHOUSE with them on a next level. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗. Date Started: September 14, 2019 Date Ended: January 30, 2020 Published under Pop Fiction - Cloak DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

I'm scared of the sea. I can't help but think of the danger it brings. The width and depth seem forever. But I know that someday, I'm going to swallow all my fears and sail into that immense body of menace. Because I have to find him. I have to see him. I have words I haven't told him yet. There are things he needs to know and I don't care if it matters now or it never really mean anything at all. I just have to find him.

[PUBLISHED UNDER LIB] #3. "If I won't have you then might as well kill me, attorney."

[PUBLISHED Under LIB] #4. "If I fall for you, will you catch me, attorney?"

The day Molly's attackers were set free was the day Mallary decided to take justice into her own hands. And Mallary knew that in order to do that, she would have to get closer to her enemies hanggang sa mapagkatiwalaan nila siya ng mga maduduming sikretong tinatago nila. And she'll start with Nathan... the lawyer who took the fall for his friends. The perpetrators may think that no one will know about what they did. But they thought wrong. Mallary knows that they're guilty. And she will go to great lengths to make them pay.

Crime and murder podcaster Wren Lozarte is desperate to earn money for her ailing uncle so she accepts a strange but high-paying offer from a mysterious businessman. What started as an unusual marketing scheme becomes a fight for survival when the "serial killer" they created seemingly came to life. *** After returning to her hometown to take care of her uncle who has cancer, Elianna Wren Lozarte realized that the money she earns from podcasting true crime stories isn't enough to support them. So, when a staff from Tramwell Industries offers her a high paying job-become part of a marketing scheme to stir up fear in people into believing that there's a serial killer to make them buy the company's upcoming state of the art security system-Wren accepts. Making a serial killer? That's an easy one. The hard part is when the killings become real, and entangled secrets reveal themselves before her very eyes. Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish. Cover Design by: Rayne Mariano

Hanapan ng girlpren si bitter bestfriend na friendzoned since birth? Game!

d. fyodor x reader x o.dazai | You had been destined to die from the beginning. Through you does she slip, like sunlight through a sieve, settling onto the ruins of future human relationships, thereby destroying any chance of existence. Dead before birth. Despite the throbbing cancer of this unhealthy dependence, it wasn't wrong; it just was. That time, when Mother passes away, she births you a second you: An Ability. What cannot be changed can, and should, be broken. This is why she has decided on breaking you from the inside.

𝐃azai x reader | They say that the act of learning, not being, but learning, to be human is linked with imitation, linked with role-modelling: meaning, a human being only became a human being by imitating others. And yet, why did you feel so "other"? You can't do this any more. You want to wake up. This is just another manifestation of your execration: your reality is just another nightmare. The vengeful God, implanted in your belly by the decadence around you, will be eaten in the maelstrom of grief and loneliness.