𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹. 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻; 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝘁." For Y/N, life is measured in double-shot espressos and the quiet, protective comfort of her boss's gaze. Y/N's world is small, safe, and caffeine-stained-until the night the Freak Circus rolls into the outskirts of town under a blood-red moon. ​They aren't just performers. Behind the porcelain masks of Pierrot, the jagged grin of Harlequin, the manic energy of Jester, the clinical coldness of the Doctor, and the commanding shadow of the Ticket Taker lies a hunger that has rotted for centuries. ​When they step into her coffee shop, Y/N feels a terrifying sense of deja vu. Y/N doesn't know them, yet Y/N remembers the weight of their touch. Y/N doesn't know their names, yet their soul aches with a tragedy that hasn't happened yet-or perhaps, it already has. ​A debt was written in blood in an ancient wood. A promise was made as the monsters burned. And now, they have come to collect what is theirs.

You were loved. The Beloved Little Princess, the servants coo as the little girl passes through the halls with her brothers, always attentive and protective. Your father, albeit busy behind his desk, always made time for you. However that all changed when your new mother was introduced, a step-sister following. She reminded you of a doll. She was bright and cheerful at first but since your brothers didn't accept her, and your father barely paid attention to her, she started to act differently. Your new mother wanted to make her daughter the princess of the L/n family, and she will do anything, anything at all to make it happen. The first step was getting you out of the picture. Little by little, with staged accidents which her daughter gladly played the part, their love, trust, and respect for you disappeared. The pair always played the victim, accusing you of not wanting them to be apart of the family. Years flew by with this torment, no matter how much your pleaded, begged them to realize that you would never do any of that. They never listened, and the breaking point came when you finally realized that nothing will ever change. It will always be her, not you. So, the first chance you got you left that house. Best decision you could ever make. The small cramped apartment might be a drastic change from your lavish bedroom, but you were away from them. You wanted to turn a new leaf in this small city and have a normal loving life. Who knew that you'd be living a life far from normal as a horror circus rolls into town and you catch their attention when you saved their quiet Pierrot. The love you so craved from family, he will give it to you, destroy anything that dares to snuff it out, and give you all that is his. Though, he might not be the only one... The Game in question if any haven't played: https://garula.itch.io/the-freak-circus

I died the classic way: hit by Truck-kun on a rainy Tuesday while holding bubble tea and a tote bag full of manhwa. I know. Peak K-drama energy. Next thing I know, I wake up in one of those manhwas. You know the type: Love triangle? Check. Villainess with a tragic backstory? Check. Three jaw-dropping male leads fighting over one girl? Triple check. But plot twist: I'm not 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Not the heroine. Not the villainess. Heck, I'm not even the maid who overhears important secrets. I'm a 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-Level: Background Furniture. My only scene was in Chapter 30 where I handed someone a fork. But that's fine. I've watched enough dramas and read enough webtoons to know one thing: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. Armed with half-remembered high school chemistry, useless trivia, and an unhealthy obsession with money-making hacks, I'm going to build a fortune in a world that hasn't even discovered electricity yet. ...Unless, of course, the plot finds me first.

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬!! ✦━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━✦ ➥ 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉: I got reincarnated into a novel as the stupid villainess that every reader hated to the core. Basically, the most unloved character, even by the author. Santina Rubelia del León gets killed by her yandere fiancé who is also the male lead. Hahhh... It could be worse, right? WRONG! Why does it have to be a BL novel, for god's sake? The trashy male lead falls in love with the crown prince of another nation and causes the biggest war history has ever seen. "Santina, I want you to be my Empress." WAIT, WHAT? Why now? Does he want to use me to his advantage? Yeah, that's probably it! But then...? "I'll start a war." E-eh? What is this? "I'll kill him and destroy his entire kingdom. In fact, I'll erase it from the map, so... look at me... I beg you." Is he completely ignoring the crown prince? But why and for what reason, all of a sudden? Let me go, you crazy punk! I'M THE VILLAINESS! "...." He broke my other leg as well. When they say Angels have wings they mean they have legs. For humans legs are like wings. They take you places. This devil had broken my wings. ✦━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━✦ 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀!! ➥ mature themes and language ➥ status: finished! ♔ ───────── ♔ 𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 (so far): ♔ ───────── ♔ #1 in maleyandere #1 aristocracy #1 crazy #1 reincarnated #1 noble #2 pastife #7 obsession #7 yandere #14 reincarnation

Do you think a mere human can win against fate? You probably read a lot of stories where a reincarnated person succeeded as a villainess. Most reincarnated people were teenagers who had a sad life or maybe assassins who can fight or maybe geniuses. Some change and started being nice towards the heroine and capture targets. Some easily accepted the villainess role and turned the tables. The heroine becomes the villainess and the villainess became the heroine. Most villainess succeeded and change their destinies while others died. What about my story? Did I change my destiny? I did, accepted the role of a villainess without caring about the results. I tried to be as cunning as possible and become an enemy of both empires even though deep down I know I was scared. I was scared because I was just a teenager who got reincarnated in a world where both words and swords can behead someone. I wasn't a person who belongs in this world. I was merely an intruder. An intruder who knows everything and does nothing to change one's fate. [The picture isn't mine so credits to the owner] Also, expect some grammatical errors. English is not my native language-- it would be quite helpful if you point out some mistakes. Some contents contained things that might be uncomfortable with readers such as gore, death and the talk about beliefs.

What if you were in the SBG universe...? I do not own School Bus Graveyard. It is done by Red and it's available for reading on webtoon!

Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles You thought you were the only one. Then you weren't. This story is gender neutral so it can be read by anyone! There will be no character x reader in a romantic way. Readers relationship with the characters is purely platonic There were so many songs I thought fit with school bus graveyard, so I'm gonna try to sprinkle some in here and there. Enjoy! Lyrics: Sufjan Stevens Fourth of July webtoon: School Bus Graveyard

A cover of blue leather. Pages as black as night. A clockwork grimoire. Linked to a silver chain. I'm Vanitas! The Vampire of The Blue Moon passed on me his name and his book. Yet, I am a human!