[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

The year is 1741. The Mughal dynasty is at its zenith of power . King Zayn has it all, the looks, riches and above all... he is the King of Lahore. He was a man who got what he yearned for; a man who is easily pleased and easily angered, he was unbreakable. But there is one thing that'd waver his mind, which would make him vulnerable, in his race to expand his territory, to live up to the legacy of his dauntless ancestors... And that is obsession towards women. His desire and lust for women make him known as the Mughal era's Casanova. But it's not too soon before he falls head over heels for Apsara, a court dancer, who is also known as the divine beauty all over Lahore. But the fact is... she fears him. Love. Lust. War. The Divine Beauty- Apsara. #108 in Historical Fiction as of 19 December, 2014 #104 in Historical Fiction as of 20 December, 2014 #98 in Historical Fiction as of 21 December, 2014 #91 in Historical Fiction as of 30 December, 2014 ... He stared at the blazing sun until his eyes hurt and strained due to its blinding light. He gave his eyes a shade by placing his palm on his forehead to restrict the light from falling on his perfect face. He turned and sat on the edge of his bed, holding the bed post for support. He couldn't hold it in. In the silence of the calm room, he loudly began crying. He sobbed as he could feel fresh, warm tears coming from his eyes. He didn't like to be vulnerable, he didn't want to feel this way. He was sick and tired of being alone. He had no companions, no true "friends". All the friends he actually had were wealthy aristocrats and Kings who had an eye on his immense wealth. Deep inside his heart, he knew that everyone despised and hated him. *Warning: There may be a few chapters that may contain graphic scenes and violence which'll be meant for a mature audience, though it's rated PG-13. These chapters are now private at the moment. ©Copyright sweetdreams199

[THIS IS A SEQUEL] After escaping from your crazy stalker, you lived in peace with your friend for several months until you recieve a certain letter. It seems like you've overlooked something... 'Found you <3' ________________________________________________ Warning: May contain strong language and mature content ________________________________________________ Yandere x reader

After visiting a fansign event of BTS your whole life has changed. Since that day someone started to stalk you, but you had no idea who it was... "If you don't want to listen, find out the hard way." ________________________________________________ Warning: May contain strong language and mature content ________________________________________________ Yandere x reader _ Highest rankings: . #01 fansign #01 stalker #01 sasaeng #01 yoongixreader #01 sugaxreader #01 agustd #01 stalking #01 yanderexreader #02 yoongi #07 bangtan #08 kpop #01 yandere #01 english #01 kpopidols #10 bts #04 reader #20 fanfiction