Crazypeople Stories

Behind every perfectly folded towel, every smiling team member, and every "magical" guest experience, there is chaos steeping just beneath the surface. Welcome to hospitali-TEA, where the tea is hot, the stories are hotter, and the whistle is usually already blowing. In this first flavor, Recreation and Entertainment, K. Bengel pulls back the curtain on the wacky, unpredictable, occasionally heroic world of resort recreation. From lightning storms and runaway wildlife to overconfident lifeguards, corporate policy chess matches, and guests who believe in invisible weather bubbles - these stories are a blend of elegance, absurdity, and barely contained disaster. This isn't a tell-all. It's a carefully stirred collection of exaggerated, rearranged, lovingly blurred tales inspired by real hospitality life - designed to entertain without naming names. If you've ever: Worked a holiday while everyone else was celebrating Redirected wildlife out of luxury amenities Broken up drama mid-shift Smiled through chaos because "the show must go on." Or wondered what really happens behind the scenes of a resort This book is for you. Refined on the outside. Ridiculous on the inside. Just like the industry. Pour yourself a cup.

A cop A doctor A killer Only a psychopath can catch another. In a Seoul stripped of its glitz, the air is thick with a collective, suffocating dread. This city has lived in the shadow of Stein Son for over two decades. After a haunting, ten-year cooling-off period that many hoped would be the end, the monster has resurfaced, reclaiming the streets as his personal abattoir. ​Inspector Seong-woo is the only one willing to stare into the abyss. To catch a ghost, he enlists Dr. Noh, a brilliant psychiatrist with a fractured psyche. Seong-woo seeks her insight to navigate the mind of a killer, unaware that she herself harbors a violent, blacked-out identity.

The phone in Aaron's pocket gave a sudden, jarring **buzz**, a slow, destined *ping* signaling a single message from an unknown sender. This small vibration was the starting gun for the nightmare he couldn't outrun. Aaron felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach; he had no map for this territory. After ensuring the safety of his friends-even Aiko Shinomori, his first crush, that cute, nerdy dork-and the rest of the neighborhood crew, he had finally managed to secure a fragile peace. Aiko, however, felt the separation like a physical wound. He could picture her now: her **shoulders slumped**, the **slight, sad tilt of her head** as she pushed her **wire-rimmed glasses** back up her nose. Every afternoon, she would ride the high school senior public bus, her gaze fixed on Aaron's old doorway, hoping to catch the sight of him emerging, ready to play, the familiar presence of his car a beacon of normalcy on the best of days. She had run through the worst scenarios in her mind. Why were they gone? Days bled into weeks, and the silence was a **dull, constant ache** deep in her chest. She hadn't felt such a profound connection with anyone before. This boy wasn't like the other **snot-nosed delinquents** who swaggered through the neighborhood, boys younger than her who clearly hadn't felt the sting of a belt, causing ruckus that frayed the nerves of even the oldest residents. Their parents offered only **token punishments**, not enough damage to halt their destructive antics. Aaron was different. He felt like a **sturdy guardian**, shielding her from their **poisonous influence**-a connection she hadn't truly wanted to sever. The memory of her own verbal stumbles and bullying issues at school faded when he was around.

A/N -------------- Hello...This is my first story on Wattpad. So, if there is any grammatical mistake or clumsiness, I'm apologising for it... Love you.....my dearest friends ❤ (Written in 2016) ****** Hello!! My Dear Readers, Initially, I started writing this story back in 2015 and published the first chapter in 2016 on Wattpad under another title. Yes, back in 2015-16, when I was a teenager. But I didn't continue afterwards because of my studies and other stuffs... So, more than 10 years later, I'm going to finish what I had started back then, with more modifications. More chapters are also available on Inkitt. 😉 I hope you'll enjoy this young adult (YA) romcom story. Chao!! Your author, Alexandria N. ---------------- Disclaimer "Coded to be Mine" is based on the original ideas and creative vision of the author. The character developments and stories are solely the idea of the author only. Generative AI was utilised as a collaborative tool in the drafting and beautification process of this story to enhance the prose and narrative flow. Also, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, as well as actual events, is purely coincidental. The author is not liable if anything of this story got accidentally matched with anything, as this brainchild of her is purely a fiction, not based on reality. -------------- Story Teaser: Renae Ryder is a seventeen-year-old coding prodigy who just wants to survive her freshman year and protect her family. But when she catches the eye of Liam Cross-the twenty-five-year-old billionaire CEO of VirtuX Games-the digital world turns deadly real. Liam doesn't just want her talent; he wants her fire. Terrified by his dark, possessive intensity, Renae flees across the Atlantic to the ancient spires of Cambridge, hoping an ocean will save her. But Liam Cross doesn't accept "no." In the shadows of England's oldest halls, the hunter has arrived, and the game is just beginning.

Aphrodite Vixen lost half of her childhood memory and become less human. Blood seems usual in her daily life instead of hanging out with friends. No one dares to go near the Vixen Manor because of the amount of death that happen there until Carver unties the knot one by one to fulfil his revenge after the death of Raven and Edgar Vixen. A faded cause, a bunch of enemies, everyone has their motives to kill Vixen bloodline. Will Aphrodite able to find help with that attitude?

Welcome to Lucia Gomez's life. A young special CIA agent. She is one of the youngest and best agents who was raised in The Western Department (TWD). At a young age she got into an accident which was the cause of her mother's death. From the age of four she lived with her father and has taught her how to catch the bad guys and always take the right choice at a young age. Or at least that's what she was told. After her father who happens to be one of the highest leaders in her department. Who also happens to be her kidnapper, got killed by the most wanted mafia. The Italian mafia. They killed him for the death of their princess, since he was a part of the kidnapping along with the ex-Donna. Lucia finds out later after his death that she's adopted. The department decides it is best to send her to an orphan since they can't adopt her after they found out she got adopted illegally. But can still go on missions occasionally. After Lucia got arrested for being apart of an illegal street race in New York City and they did a DNA test to identity her after finding some difficulties with her file only to find out she's Enzo Moretti's dead daughter. Who's not so dead after all. What happens when her bio family are the most wanted, feared, dangerous and ruthless mafia in the world that her department as well as many other departments are trynna identify and eliminate? What happens when her family finds out that she's the most wanted agent in the underworld whom they and many other gangs and mafias been trying to assassinate and find the identity of for years without succeeding? Will they try and kill each other, or will they be a happy family that has a lot of secrets they're hide from one another? Is being an 'agent', the only secret Lucia has? Follow the life story of a girl who has three different identities which no one knows of, and past that caused her trauma and trust issues.

"Shhh... shh... that's it, my sweetest little treasure. Be good now and take your medicine for me... Don't scream, darling. We wouldn't want those strangers listening, would we? Close your eyes... drift off nice and slow... Mommy's right here. Mommy will take such good care of you. There, there... you're safest with me." The last thing Araon saw before the world dissolved into a smear of grey was a pair of eyes-not human, but twin orbs of burning, predatory crimson that seemed to pulse in the dark. Then, the weight of unconsciousness pulled him under like a lead weight in deep water. His mind drifted, flickering back to the life he'd known before the shadows took hold. He was just another player in the *Uma Musume* universe, a digital world of bright colors and thundering hooves. He could almost hear the staccato *click-clack* of his mechanical keyboard and the rhythmic *ping* of Discord notifications. On those long nights after school, the chat logs were a blur of neon-blue light and "freaky" memes sent by his friends-images and jokes that pushed the boundaries of decency. Araon would roll his eyes, a small, embarrassed smirk tugging at his lips as he scrolled through the "spicy" comments. Even the server mods would chime in with feigned shock, but to Araon, it was just the background noise of his digital life. The messages made his face heat up, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he wondered what kind of girl could actually be that unhinged behind a screen-

After years of quiet suffering, young Aiko makes a desperate choice-to run away from the only home she has ever known. Longing for freedom and a world beyond her pain, she sets out on a journey across distant lands. But the world is far more dangerous than she imagined, and with every step forward, she begins to uncover secrets that may change her and the world forever.

She was untouched. She didn't know desires until his touch . She can't hate him but loving wasn't an option either . Fate can be cruel but he was a crueller. She can't touch him nor can run from him . will her story be ever full.... What can she do when time catches her in his form cause he bended every reality for her .... The Past is a mystery . But sometimes it hunts you no matter how many universes your soul has traveled. It always will find you . Sometimes in his disguise.

SHORT STORY. Rafe cameron and Nancy wayne fight for there love due to family's rivalry. ( this story has been sitting in my notes for a while now and I'm trying to get it out as soon as possible)

Anyone who claims power is not everything, must have lived all his life without it. This is not a love story. It is a record of ruin- where loyalty is traded and greed is dressed as devotion. Here, life is borrowed. Death is earned. And all that lies between is paid for in blood.

"And here beside me is my wife, Serene Kashyap." I said tilting my head towards my side. He gave me a strange look, "But... sir there is no one beside you." I snapped my head towards my side only to find it empty, Not Again! I gave him a small fake smile, "Right, Let me rephrase myself, here beside me is my invisible wife." Agastya Kashyap ✕ Serene Verma Two opposite poles? Maybe. Maybe not. No one really knows. What everyone does know is that nothing about either of them is normal. Agastya Kashyap-business tycoon, he gives vibes of a typical dominant arrogant alpha man. But he is nøt the devil. Serene Verma-unemployed, she gives vibes of a innocent kindhearted girl. But she is definitely nøt an angel. They only show their true selves to each other, which is precisely why they argue like it's an Olympic sport. To the family, this marriage looks like it's hanging by a thread. But if anyone ever saw what happens behind their closed doors, the ancestors of the Kashyap clan would probably witness there dynasties fall by seeing there descendants having heart attack in teenage. Nothing is normal in this story. But then again-when has Wattpad ever been normal?

Basically me ranting about how much I love Xlov so much and the way they make me feel...Yeah this is gonna turn crazy 😭😭 Also English is not my first language so there may be mistakes in the writing but I'll try my best to make it understandable

My full name is Zamantungwa Agnes Khumalo, don't mind my middle name, my dad's mother gave it to me before she passed I was told. Even if she was the sweetest grandmother in the area, the name though. Yoh guys! Lols One thing about me is that I am an accounting fanatic! To know about my background story, you have to read further... it was lovely meeting you. **** "MaKhumalo breathe please. Yes, just like that. Slowly does it", he kept rubbing my back in a soothing manner as he said this. We sat there while I tried to regain my senses, and him murmuring softly to me. The tears have seized now atleast. The tight grip he maintained with his other hand didn't go unnoticed. It was a reassurance-kind-of-grip, filled with care and concern. His heartbeat has gone back to normal now. Listening to it was slowly making me sleepy. "You can't sleep sitting on the floor like this, love. Come on let's go to bed", he tried making me get up but I shook my head slightly. He sighed, picked me up and carried me effortlessly to a bedroom. "Please don't leave me alone", I said with a dead grip on his hand. "But I'm just next door. Look I'll even leave the door open incase you need me. Uhm... you know what, let me get you some tea to help you sleep", he removed my hand with ease. "I'll be back just now, I promise MaKhumalo", he kissed my forehead before rushing out the door. I stayed alone for 5 seconds before I got up like I was stung, made my way to the room next to where I was. Took of my dress, got under the covers quickly, his scent filled my nose as I snuggled on his pillow. Before I knew it, it was lights out. What happened must have drained me more than I thought. #southafrican RANKINGS: [26.09.25 #3 convict] [10.07.25] #8 crazypeople [07.07.25] #2 convict [29.07.25] #1 convict

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND OTHERS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! ̵ ̶- - ★ Each chapter will focus on 1 or 2 person/people! So you can guess who's focus is. The history of everything that had happened to the Crew, without them knowing.. a D E I T Y has been watching them from the start. They may not be able to escape, but at least they get to live. And somewhere in the distance, the deity laughed as the wind howled gently.

Narra Apartment. Jean Montes a mean girl ice skater that believes in meron na sa kanya lahat. Fame? check, Money? double check and the people who loved her so deeply and give her everything she wanted ? triple check- but wait, no. Sa isang bomba na biglang sumabog wala na ang kanyang minamahal na pamilya. There's a mystery behind the bomb and there's also mystery in her hallucinations. Val, a Janitor guy who cleans Jean's apartment is a guy who harbours a deep longing feeling of love that becomes so twisted for Jean. His a guy who has a cheery personality and just goes with the flow kind of guy but until he meets her. Val also hides a deep secret that is the same twisted as his two-face personality. Ito na ba ang oras na kailangan ni Jean na harapin niya ang consequences sa mga kasalanan niya? o pagpatuloy pa niyang sulbarin ang mga misteryo nga nangyayari sa paligid niya.

The desire to fight but can't is a strong will of power. An eighteen-year-old boy has to fight against the very society he was born into. He has to fight against his own hurt feelings about losing his little sister and helping the man who killed her, despite the pain in his heart. He starts having feelings for the same man but doesn't know how he can deal with it. Will he figure out how to deal with these feelings or succumb to the love he has for him? Ps- This is the first time doing this. I won't be able to publish chapters a lot, I'm very busy with my personal life. so, stick with me pls. Thanks and enjoy.

I don't have to apologize for the monster I've become, no one did when they turned me into one.

Adventures of being a narrator of someone else's story. Hello there! Yes you can hear me 'cause, my dear, I am your own personal narrator! Only you can hear me. Don't be frightened my little dove, I am not here to harm. I'm simply just narrating your life till the very bitter end. What's that you say? Oh my... don't think such things my dove. I can hear everything...💀👀 Anyways you can comment on it what they should do. Make it funny! 🐰👍 (Please no bots or promoting stuff😭) Story made by me and written by me. Please don't steal my work, I've worked very hard on each of my stories😭🐰 (Btw the image is AI 🐰)

Just a book containing many yandere oneshots