When I inherited my grandparents' mansion, I thought it was my escape from chaos. With my best friend Maia, I arrived eager to explore its grandeur. The estate felt like a dream-until Damien showed up. Damien, our neighbor, seemed friendly at first. But as nights passed, I started hearing whispers in my sleep. "I love you... You love me..." They grew louder after Maia left for a family emergency, leaving me alone in the vast, dark mansion. Struggling with the mansion's upkeep, I reluctantly accepted Damien's help. His constant presence only amplified the whispers and my growing unease. The whispers turned into sinister dreams, trapping me in a web of fear. __________ He raised an eyebrow at my panicked state. "I saw your car out front and figured I'd stop by with a little housewarming gift for you..." "Well, well... Seems like you're smarter than I gave you credit for." Ice flooded my veins as I turned slowly, following his line of sight to the dark interior of the house. There, framed in the doorway with an unsettling smirk, stood a ghastly familiar figure. No, it can't be... It was the same gaunt, hollow-eyed man I had seen lurking in the hidden room. "You..." I choked out, feeling dizzy as the truth crashed over me. How could I have been so blind? "I have to admit, I didn't think you'd ever find my little hideaway. But I guess I underestimated you..." His eyes bored into me with unsettling intensity. "Which is a mistake I don't plan to repeat."

"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."

I always thought my life was simple and predictable. I worked at a prestigious company in the city, focusing on my career and my future. Hayes, my boss, was the epitome of charisma and control, admired by everyone. I never imagined that beneath his polished exterior lay an obsession that would unravel both our lives. At first, his attention seemed flattering. Lingering glances, extra moments of conversation-nothing out of the ordinary. But over time, his behavior became more intense, more invasive. Compliments turned into possessive comments, casual touches into lingering holds. I felt a mix of flattery and unease but dismissed it. He was my boss; what harm could there be? One day, in a moment of frustration, I accidentally sent a mean email about him to him that was meant to be deleted. It was filled with my unfiltered thoughts about his overbearing nature. To my horror, this mistake was only the start of his obsession. --------- "Left you? I left the company," I shot back, the words slipping out before I could stop them, fueled by a mixture of confusion and irritation. "I AM THE COMPANY AND YOU LEFT ME" His voice rose with each word, his anger boiling over like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

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.

We thought this trip would be a perfect escape-a cabin in the middle of nowhere, no distractions, just us and the woods. At first, it was. Laughter, drinks, the kind of fun that makes you forget about everything. But something was wrong. I could feel it from the start. The way the wind would die down too quickly at night, the strange noises none of us could explain, the way my friends started acting... off. The feeling of being watched was constant, lurking just beyond the trees. I tried to ignore it, tell myself I was imagining things, but as time passed, the tension in the group grew. Things began to go wrong. Little things at first, then one of us disappeared. That's when I knew. We weren't alone. This trip was never meant to be just a getaway. We were here for a reason, and whatever brought us here... it's not finished with us yet.

"I trace your steps in silence deep, A promise sworn, a vow to keep. You think you're free, but can't you feel? I'm closer than your fears are real. I breathe your name when night draws near, A whisper born from darkest fear. Your world is mine, your fate is sealed, In shadows cold, my love concealed. You'll never run, you'll never hide, I'm in your veins, I'm by your side. No chains, no bars, yet you are mine, Bound to me till the end of time." _____________ A compilation of yandere's awaits in this gripping anthology. Will you manage to escape their twisted affections?

Once while drunk i received an email from a 'Prince who needs help send money' And me being the drunk idiot I was sent it only to forget about it a couple of weeks later. Now I have an ACTUAL prince waiting at my front door to take my hand in marriage. What have I gotten myself into? ........... "My sweet beautiful love please step outside so I can ask for your hand in marriage," the deep voice said "WE'RE BOTH GUYS HOW WILL THIS EVEN WORK" I screamed "Even better that you are a guy" he responded

[Spin Off Of Entrapped Hearts] As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows over the Deep Cove Retreat, I stood at the entrance, a reluctant intruder in a place cloaked in serenity and secrets. I had been forced to take a leave from my detective job-a bitter dismissal from a boss who worried I was on the verge of losing myself. But I couldn't let it go. Too many had vanished, and this retreat held the promise of answers I desperately needed. The moment I stepped through the ornate doors, I was enveloped by the sweet scent of lavender. Bright colors adorned the walls, masking an unsettling atmosphere that prickled my skin. Each smile I encountered felt rehearsed, like a façade hiding something sinister beneath. And then there was Luis Blackwood, the missing singer, whose magnetic presence set my instincts on high alert. His gaze was warm, inviting even, yet there was a darkness behind it that made my heart race. As I struggled to blend in, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was stepping into a trap-a web spun with care to ensnare the unwary. Days turned into nights, and each ritual I witnessed drew me deeper into their world, a world that felt dangerously warped. I came seeking answers but quickly realized that the truth was a double-edged sword. The more I uncovered, the more the line between hunter and hunted began to blur. Would I emerge unscathed, or would I become yet another name on the growing list of the missing, swallowed whole by the darkness lurking beneath Deep Cove? The game was on, and the stakes were higher than ever.

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?