━━━━━ yandere!priest x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader ↳ ❝ I WILL MORPH YOU INTO SOMETHING UTTERLY DIVINE. ❞ || Isekai is no job for the weak, especially not when you have been transmigrated into a horror game where religion is number one, placed above all. When Y/n finds out he has reincarnated as a B-Class side character, one who is destined to die as a human sacrifice to the god they worship, he is determined to prove his faith, to join the Church...so he won't be slaughtered. But first, he must work himself into the priest's good graces. But how ironic, isn't it? That the Priest worships a god, but acts like the devil. **LOVELY COVER ART DONE BY @reverenced_cicada **old version found in discord twisted faith channel: pinned message HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in malereader #1 in male #6 in bl #7 in malexmale #14 in original

Astren City, and all surrounding area, have the highest crime rate in the northern part of the country. Dozens of crime families constantly trying to take the throne, as well as corruption lurking around every corner, do not aid in that fact at all. Salem Heart's father, Jack Heart, happens to be the Astren City Chief of Police, a title which holds a lot of weight and a rank that claims even more power. He's well respected, and amazing at his job. That said, greatness is expected of Salem as well. Of course that isn't a problem, Salem will always be loyal to the law. He was raised by it, and upholding it is his future career aspiration. He thinks he has his life figured out. The fact that his ex-boyfriend comes from a notorious crime family, and has been arrested several times by Jack's own department, doesn't matter. Salem's passed that, he's over Atlas Marino and he always will be. He will ignore that scratch in his record, and cover it up with his success. Salem is offered a job to help with an investigation that could benefit his future career astronomically. He thinks it's a win-win situation, he gets the recognition he desires, and the streets will be that much safer. It's all black and white to him, easy to understand. He likes the order, and he craves the accomplishment of defeating bad with good. It's all black and white. Until he gets caught in the grey. [] [] [] [¡¡WARNINGS!! uhhhmmmm the usual smut and swearing but there is also gonna be blood and violence and gore. there is a time skip (3 1/2 yrs) for part 2 also slight spoiler but in case it matters the love interest is morally grey/corrupt] [¡¡TRIGGER WARNINGS!! depictions/mentions of several serious topics, most not in detail (sexual assault, mental illness, drugs, etc.) this will all be primarily in part 2] [[THIS BOOK IS 270K WORDS, IT IS SPLIT IN 2 PARTS AND IS THE LENGTH OF TWO BOOKS]] Now available as a paperback on amazon!

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

✔️completed "Let these three words tattoo in your brain... let it marinate in there, and get used to it digging down your brain until it buries into your bones: You. Are. Mine." When a new student arrives in an all boys' school run by gangsters, he is thrown into a dangerous web of rivalries between four gangs: Vermillion South, Azure East, Western Snow, and Dark North-each with its own unhinged leader, deadly secrets, and thirst for dominance. The new student quickly attracts attention by proving he's tougher than what he seems, refusing to align with the leaders trying to make him their own. But as tensions explode into an all-out gang war, he finds himself caught between deadly alliances and a forbidden affair. In this brutal battle for control, he must decide: fight for the crown or burn the entire throne to the ground.

[Yandere ꜱᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ x M! Reader] --❝𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁.❞ ╰┈➤𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗔: Exaggerated or obsessive enthusiasm for or preoccupation with one thing. 【 Moving back into the town you wanted to escape isn't easy. Especially not for Y/n. On top of that, a serial killer has been terrorising the town for years, and Y/n decides to try to solve the case, but what happens when the killer becomes obsessed with him? It would undeniably make his life much harder. Right?】 [Orginal upload: 25 February 2024] RANKS: #2 Murdermystery #1 psychological horror #22 gore #30 Horrorromance

"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees.