You signed up to become a part time intern at the Armed Detective Agency and it looks like your coworker, Dazai, instantly became interested in you. He volunteers to help you out as much as he can and you notice that he's getting increasingly protective of you. You feel that it's sweet but it seems like there's always just a bad feeling at the pit of your stomach.

(PART 2 OF 3) cover by: rivila_cher I stared at the number, finally realizing my suspicions were correct. Random Number: So, are you sure that we can't get you to come over the house? Me: How many times do I have to repeat myself? I will never, EVER go to that house. No matter what. I rolled my eyes, thinking how they wouldn't respond right away. But to my surprise they answered rather quickly. They sent a picture, with a caption; really? I hesitated. My phone blocks pictures from random numbers until I open them. I pressed the screen, widening my eyes in shock. ~ After escaping the hell the four boys called home, (Y/n) was forced into Therapy when her voice was taken from her. Too scared to even mention the past to anyone. Until one day... They slither their way into her life once more.

(Part 1 of 3) 【EDITING TO MAKE SENSE】 **important** I know this story is a favorite of mine, and I want to keep it true to what past me wanted it to be... But as I re-read this I keep thinking I could've made it better, or it could've been done differently. So I've decided to try and edit/fix it up to make it seem... Better? I hope no one gets mad, and I'll do my absolute best to keep it similar to what it used to be, just know if you are revisiting this story there may be some differences, and past comments could be confusing. Thank for understanding, and I promise that I will try to keep it as similar as possible. **important** Potential Fixes: •Adding time skips such as weeks in between or specific time passsings to make the story seem a little more realistic, and not rushed •Adding more things to flashbacks, maybe adding a new flashbacks but only 1 or 2... •GRAMMAR AND TYPOS •SOME dialouge, if it doesn't sit right with me •Anything that doesn't fit or doesn't match the story cover by: rivila_cher "AH!" I gasped as I began hyperventilating in my new bed. For a second I thought I was at home, back in my own bed where my mom would rush into my room to make sure I'm ok. But I was left with no 'What's wrong,'s no 'Are you ok?'s, no bedroom of my own. Just the icy silence of the new place I was forced to call home. ~ Highest ranks: #10 in Yandere #1 in Yanderexreader #51 in Horror #666 in Horror #2 in Insanity ~

200 years later, the forest has regrown and a city has been built up around it but people still hold onto their old fear of the forest and the monsters living in it. At sixteen years old you have never been afraid and when given the chance to enter the forest you jump at the oppurtunity, completely unaware of the consequences awaiting you inside. This is book 3 in the series but it can be read without prior knowledge of the other two books.

You were the younger twin of a Marquis. Your skin was marred with scars but your sister was fair. Growing up, your sister was given first priority in everything and you were always a last minute thought. You had been nicknamed 'Scar face' as a way to show you were inferior to your beloved sister who was considered the most sought out bride in the land. You had intentions of joining The Order as the members were the only ones to treat you kindly. Your father though chose to send you as your sister to be bride to the son of a Duke. Furious for the trickery, arrangements are made to send you back but what happens when your husband decides to have you remain as his wife. all artwork belongs to respective owners

Its been one year since you agreed to Seally's proposition that fateful day in the woods. Life has been good but what will happen when you are asked to go back into the forest alone. Book includes new character (new yanderes) as well as the old characters. I hope you all enjoy and if you haven't read the first book then please go back and read that one first, or not, I don't care. You have free will, do what you want.

After a bad fight with your parents you run away from home to a local park where you meet a handsome young boy named Etou who talks about bringing you home with him before leaving abruptly. You think nothing of it until you wake up that next morning in a house you don't recognize with people you don't know. "Welcome to the Mad House." They say. "You've finally gone nuts."

You manage to escape a facility where you had been experimented on. But will you be forever free? Will things go as smoothly as you hoped?

(Y/n) is the wife of the Ainsley's son, Leo Ainsley. They were once a perfect couple. Once. Many people find them quite a charm, but behind those charm is a cruel reality of their relationship. (Y/n) was abused, mistreated and was kept hidden behind the mansion walls. Her husband's eyes and attention was all on her. He doesn't want her gone, he kept her like a diamond. He would do anything for her to be with him, and only him. That all began when they got married. Leo's mother didn't want them to be together. (Y/n)'s parents was rather acting odd whenever the Ainsley's are present. That was a warning. Yet, the bride never saw it. 4 years later, she found out the real colours of her abusive husband. "Leo, i have enough of you. I want a divorce!" "You can't leave me! I-" ... .... ..... "I have cancer." All credits go to the rightful owner of the cover and the artworks that is contained inside. If you don't like your art to be reposted, please message me and I'll take it down asap.

[Y/N], an assassin with a demon butler, who is known for always being succesful. What could go wrong when you get the mission to kill two rich boys? ~ You took your gun out of your leather belt and loaded it quickly, careful not to make a sound while doing so. Lifting it up, you pointed it at the dark haired boy, but as soon as you placed your finger on the trigger you felt a presence behind you. You had no time to respond as you already felt the cold metal of a blade on your throat. You gasped slightly in shock, you had not expected to be caught. A muscular chest pressed against your back and your neck, the person - you assumed a male - pulling you closer and put more presure on the blade. "Put the gun down, milady." • The story isn't edited so mistakes may occur •