Dark-humor hikaye

In which Konoha's beloved jinchūriki finds herself in an odd new world with only Kurama by her side. He insists bijū bombs are the only way to fix this issue. -COMPLETE- BUT rewrite to prep for dark continent arc began 1/6/2026 with many new scenes & content to add.

Continuation of ANG MUTYA NG SECTION E BOOK 3 .

Rose's life has been a nightmare from the start-devoid of love, no matter how desperately she offered it in return. Time and again, her trust was shattered, culminating in the ultimate betrayal: her so-called friends, her own sister, and the man she believed loved her abandoned her in a notorious forest riddled with unsolved murders. Left for dead amid the shadows, Rose stumbles upon something far more terrifying than isolation-a monstrous entity lurking in the depths. But will this demonic presence devour her, or ignite a forbidden spark? Can Rose find the happiness she's always craved in the arms of something not even human? Dive into T̸h̸e̸ ̸C̸a̸n̸n̸i̸b̸a̸l̸ ̸W̸i̸f̸e̸, and the title itself is a warning that this book is messed up.

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun © AidaIro Art on Cover © AidaIro Cover Edit © @Usa__Neko_ ⤷ 𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, when a young fanfiction writer get headaches, she decided to make a book about her headaches, problems on character writings\her OCs, her process on making a lore, opinions about ships, characters, and Fanon mischaracterizations(which usually murders her in another way from how Iro murders her mentally)

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧-𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭? ...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐨 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

Raul, a wolf with dark fur and orange eyes like fire, acts as a hired killer, member of a wolf mafia, also working as a disappearing person. He makes people's bodies disappear, if you understand, leading a tense and hallucinatory lifestyle right on the edge of the razor. With him, there is no friendship or love, only fragile alliances that can end at any moment, making whoever is an ally today become an enemy tomorrow. Killing is not a problem for him. His philosophy of life is kill or be killed until an idiot dog with orange and white fur and brown ears crosses his path. Raul at first thinks about killing him, but something prevents him from doing so. One of the mafia members tries to kill him, and to protect him, Raul decides to run away with him, and the two end up together living mind-boggling and comical adventures during the escape.

What is love, is a story.

He doesn't talk. He doesn't boast. He doesn't need to. In a city that never sleeps, shadows move on their own. And sometimes... they're alive. Johnny. That's all anyone calls him. Some say he's a ghost. Others call him Mr. Dishwasher At thirteen, he's seen more than most will in a lifetime. Thief, fugitive, shadow in the dark... Johnny lives by one rule: if it's not his business, it's not his problem. But if he's in for a cleaning. He's different. Some nights he saves lives. Other nights... he leaves a trail of broken walls, broken people, and whispered rumors of a boy who shouldn't exist. And then there's the Shift. A power he doesn't explain, doesn't flaunt. Blink, and he's gone. Blink again... and he's already behind you. Johnny doesn't care who people are. He doesn't care what they want. He cares about survival. And in his world, mercy doesn't always win. . . . . . . . Or does it?

Buckle up you sexy motherfuckers, You are in for a crazy ride. #1 - sick humour #12 - dark humor #11 - family guy

25-year-old Grace Avery is a stunning woman working as a detective/investigator. Due to her looks, she often gets sexist remarks from her colleagues, seen only as an object of praise and beauty rather than a fellow detective. Annoyed and frustrated, she goes to an old friend for help and assistance, asking for a partner who doesn't care about her looks and has the brains to work with her, to which she learns that there is a person who could help her, the problem lays in the fact that, that person is the very same man who Grace knew and hated in high school, Basil M. House. Will Grace continue to hate his guts? Is Basil the same man whom Grace knew in High school? And will their relationship change? This is a reimagining of Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Besides being a reimagining, it's also a composite of different mystery stories and movies that I loved, so don't be surprised if some of the cases or puzzles look familiar. Apologies for the grammar mistakes:( Really enjoyed writing this:) This story is also on royal road

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

Hi. This is a random story, with a possibility of brainrot. Maybe. Probably. Yeah. ε=ε=ε=(~￣▽￣)~ Oh. I almost forgot. The chances of 67 being in this is almost certaaaaiiiinnnn ~~~ Enjoy ~

(A dark horror-romance retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth) Jade Salvador isn't your typical dissatisfied, burnt-out twenty-something-year-old. Crushed by the weight of her family's name and high expectations, she finds herself working a dead-end job, hoping for something more out of life. One day, she makes the drastic decision to start catfishing would-be predators online, posing as a teenager and exposing their crimes. But when Jade meets Percy Belrose, a man who's also searching for the same purpose in his life, things get messy fast. As sparks begin to fly and bodies begin to pile up, Jade soon finds out that killing is the easy part. It's falling in love that might be the death of her.

Saya has a special arrangement with a dragon. She gets tied to rocks. He gets the gold. They scam villages with fake sacrifices, overcooked rituals, and a convincing act of "damsel in distress." She's no maiden - just a fast-talking harlot with sharp instincts, flexible morals, and a talent for moaning on cue. He's no terrifying beast - just a very old, very gay, very arthritic lizard with a hoard, a temper, and joint pain from shapeshifting too much in the bygone ages. It's all going swimmingly until heroes start showing up. Cults get nosy. Other dragons get ideas. And Saya begins to wonder what exactly she's doing in a world where virtue gets sacrificed and livestock counts as treasure. A sword-and-sandals fantasy with scams, sarcasm, sensuality, and sheep.

David Frederick was born in a city that never sleeps, where lights flicker to the beat of Vale. David always had hopes and dreams...types of dreams that, he wished he succeeded. But now he doesn't. But even in a world where Huntsman and Huntresses rule and cameras follow every move, and he quickly learns that the flashy city hides secrets darker than any nightclub. Between chasing corporate conspiracies, dodging rival hackers, and keeping his own moral code intact. David must navigate a world where the line between friend and foe is as blurred as the city lights at midnight. Even if it's to protect, to save...or to punish.

You Put Me In Pieces is a raw, unfiltered account of survival inside a system that repeatedly failed to protect the people who needed it most. Told through the lived experiences of two mothers, Ashley and Cecilea, this book documents the slow unraveling of safety as domestic abuse, coercive control, stalking, and institutional neglect collide. What begins as a fragile attempt at separation spirals into a relentless fight for protection-against violent partners, against manipulation masked as authority, and against a legal system more invested in procedure than truth. As the women flee from house to house, county to county, the danger follows. Police reports are dismissed. Evidence is ignored. Children are placed in harm's way while abusers remain free to intimidate, pursue, and retaliate. Each chapter exposes not only the private terror of abuse, but the public betrayal that occurs when victims are doubted, silenced, or criminalized for asking for help. Interwoven with moments of dark humor, fierce loyalty, and maternal resilience, You Put Me In Pieces refuses to present trauma as tidy or resolved. There is no clean ending-because real life does not offer one. Instead, this book stands as testimony: of survival in real time, of love forged under pressure, and of the cost of being disbelieved. This is not a story about closure. It is a story about endurance. And about what happens when women refuse to disappear. Book title and cover credit goes to my 11 year old daughter.

On Harry Renard's fifty-fifth Birthday he awakes to find that his face has been encased in a black cloud, which he thinks is odd because it had not been there the night before. On inspecting this strange phenomenon, Harry realises that he can just about see out through the dark mist, but his face is completely obscured from the outside. Unsure of what to do but worried that if he is late for work again, on yet another gloomy Monday morning, his juvenile boss Tarquin Stark will finally have a reason to dismiss him. On arriving at the office Harry is surprised to find the cloud has expanded to engulf his whole head, but why does no one else in the office seem to notice? UNDERBELLY [n.] singular The soft underside or abdomen of a mammal. An area vulnerable to attack. A dark, hidden part of society. Trigger Warning, This story contains themes of Bullying, Suicide and Self-harm

And in that moment, he finally considered that perhaps his therapist had been right all along.

明け| ❝For Dawn to come, there must be those who dare the pierce the darkness with their light.❞ ━━━━⊱🌹⊰━━━━ 🔥ONE PIECE CROSSOVER🔥 ━━━━⊱🌹⊰━━━━ Trusted into a new world, Diluc had to adjust. He never did anticipated that he would be stuck in a different world but even more shock that he was reverted back into a teen. He would eventually be thrown into an epiphany, denies said epiphany, gets conned into a contract, burn said contract, and managed to get himself adopted. ━━━━⊱🌹⊰━━━━ 🔥DILUC CENTRIC🔥 ━━━━⊱🌹⊰━━━━ Modern Au!Genshin Impact but still have their visions Bamf!Diluc, Cute!Diluc, Smart!Diluc, slight OOC!Diluc, MultiLuc, DilucHarem?, innocent humor turn into dark humor at best. Singer!Diluc --- Decided to make a new story because why not. Knowing I actually don't have time for a new book since I am writing two other books but I decided to do this.