Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I killed my best friend who was also the main heroine of the novel. After being killed by a stalker in my first life, I found myself reincarnated in a murder mystery novel. I was reincarnated as the heroine Elze Kruger's best friend Lilian Lemaire who dies early in the story. Instead of me being killed, I ended up killing my best friend and taking the ML who would have been hers. Now, I face a new trouble in which I have become his enemy that he must execute. Will I be able to continue fighting death while maintaining a poisonous love? Killed By My Stalker: Part 2 #2 - josei #33 - horror-thriller #52 - adultfiction ⚠️ SMUT WARNING ⚠️ Author note: Story is definitely not for children and includes explicit scenes >.< Short chapters for easy reading 📖 Each chapter takes about 1-2 minutes to read.

Transmigrating into a cannon fodder villain from her favourite novel, Cecil Lan, our heroine decides to change her entire fate. Her only goal was to prevent her precious protagonist from meeting the miserable ending, and to help him live happily ever after with the main female lead. It was all going well until...the protagonist falls in love with Cecil Lan instead, including all of his other fifty soul fragments scattered throughout the world. ------ [ Congratulations! You have unlocked the rarest achievement "Steal the Role of the Female Lead"! Celebrate and rejoice, Cecil Lan! ] Cecil: "..." Cecil: "...that's not how it's supposed to work! What about my OTP?!" [ Congratulations! You and the protagonist are the OTP of the novel now! Celebrate and rejoice, Cecil Lan! ] Cecil: "......" ------ M18 due to the mild use of profanities, mild gory scenes in the later chapters. This story also features a mentally unstable male lead, both possessive and obsessive. This is my own story, not a translated book. Started: Jan 6, 2020 Ended: May 28, 2021 (1 - 187)

After being killed by my stalker, I found myself being reincarnated in a murder mystery novel I was reading right before I died. Instead of the heroine, I was reincarnated as the heroine's best friend Lilian Lemaire who dies early in the story from a serial killer who likes stalking and killing pretty young girls at night. Her death sets the beginning of a chain of murders. Victorian murder mystery! #1 - shortstory #1 - reincarnation #1 - josei #1 - obsession #2 - murder #2 - torment #4 - drama #20 - tragedy #20 - adultfiction ⚠️ SMUT WARNING ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Torture and sexual abuse! Author note: Story is definitely not for children and includes explicit scenes &gt;.&lt; Short chapters for easy reading 📖 Each chapter takes about 1 minute to read. Short story that you can finish in a day! Please remember to vote! Status Updated: Completed My first original short story! Thank you for reading.

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.