Darkhumour Stories

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.

this book is not for minors only above 18 can read don't spam hate comment it's just a book on dark romance

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.

Rin Yaegama didn't train for the apocalypse. She didn't min-max a build. She didn't even mean to survive. When the world collapses, and a game-like System descends, survival is supposed to reward strength, strategy, and ruthless efficiency. Rin has none of that. What she does have is terrible luck, worse timing-and a strange tendency to live through things she absolutely shouldn't. Every mistake gives her points. Every near-death experience makes her stronger. Every "accident" forces the System to adapt. As monsters evolve, stats rise, and other survivors chase power, Rin becomes something far more dangerous than a hero: An anomaly. In a world where survival is measured by kills, Rin proves that growth doesn't come from domination-but from endurance, adaptation, and refusing to stay down. This is a LitRPG apocalypse story about failure, persistence, and becoming unstoppable by accident.

Leon and Yumi are in Balliol college in the University of Oxford in England both majoring on Criminology. While Yumi thought of Leon as nothing but friend (best friend) Leon thinks of him more than that. Yumi has a strong dislike against wrong doers living freely with no consequences, the dislike involved personal reasons too (I will tell as the story progress) while Leon... let's just say Criminology is something of an interest to him. Leon is what people think perfection is; tall, handsome, genius, rich, great personality etc. Whereas Yumi is seen more as a try hard, know it all bookworm with anger issues though he might appear as cute his personality just doesn't click with people. Leo Antoine Bernard or Leon, so called by himself, is an unknown genius who doesn't really want to live behind books, "Those are boringggggg" said Leon. - he/him - 21 years - 6' - 4th September - Virgo - hair: Auburn in colour, messy (like too messy) [nothing much tbh-] - amber, almond/foxed shaped eyes fun fact : he eats coffee powder when bored and couldn't sleep (hmm I wonder why...) Yumi Shimizu has a really big sense of responsibility and justice. He always wanted to become a lawyer. - he/him - 23 years - 5'6" - 18th February - Aquarius - hair: black in colour, long (has a very huge reason behind), neat and either tied in a half ponytail or let loose - left- dark grey, right- steel blue, senpaku eyes fun fact : he has been mistaken enough as a woman Note: I don't know the definite top or bottom between the two tbh. So, I'll leave that to you, readers.

Ever wondered what you'd do if you were dropped into a shitty novel as the girl who's scheduled to die? No magic system. No second chances. No comforting narration assuring you everything happens for a reason. Just bad writing and worse men But if this world thinks it can erase me quietly, it has misunderstood the assignment. I don't belong to its romance, its tragedy, or its redemption arc. I am a foreign object in its machinery. And stories break when something refuses to fit.

For as long as humanity has existed, so has darkness. Demons plague mankind, leaving no corner of the world untouched by their violence and terror. The Yamashiro family once stood among humanity's greatest defenders, a warrior bloodline forged to keep the darkness at bay. But fifty years ago, Itsuma Yamashiro abandoned his duty. Choosing family over destiny, he vanished into self-exile, leaving the war unfinished. But no selfish deed goes unpaid. For decades, he has kept his family hidden from the chaos of the old wars. His eldest son, Takuma, lives unaware of the weight of the name he carries, or the destiny that sleeps within his blood. Yet darkness never truly fades. It spreads, patient and unrelenting... and now, it has finally found them. Takuma must uncover the truth behind his bloodline, his father's exile, and the power buried deep inside him, all while facing the darkness that has long hovered over humanity.

What is love, is a story.

Greetings. You may be wondering why an immortal of questionable origin, impeccable capes, and historically poor decision-making would choose to publish a cookbook. The answer is simple. We must eat. Within these pages, you will find recipes-real ones, prepared by my own dramatic hands-alongside reflections on existence, comfort, and the small mercies that keep us upright when eternity feels especially long. Expect: Toast, prepared with appropriate gravitas Eggs, treated as fragile miracles Simple meals elevated through mood, patience, and sighing Occasional affirmations, offered reluctantly but sincerely This is not a book about perfection. It is a book about survival, warmth, and feeding yourself even when the world insists you should simply brood instead. You do not need to be immortal to cook these meals. You only need hunger, curiosity, and a willingness to let the butter melt properly. So come in. Set the table. Lower the lights. But first... We brood. - Crimson Bloodthorne

"I don't want your trust. I only want you to keep me." °°°°°° In this world nothing matters or maybe it does but Qiza does not care about anyone or anything, she is waiting for her end. Only one thing, one person matters most to Waheed. Some say he is bewitched and some say he is obsessed. Fate? Love? Despair and untold truths. This is their journey and how their lives are entwined.

The Ashlights follows Averyina, Veektor, Nikolov, Dariya, Anissa, and Mevgeneva-six employees living and working within the same walls of the A.R.M.S. academy as their athletes, a system known for chaos, blasphemy, and survival. Through soft, human moments, the series explores how platonic and romantic connections endure under pressure, and how love can form in moments of extreme tension. Each book follows a different romantic pairing as they learn how to navigate the fragile balance between intimacy and safety, finding flickers of warmth in a world that rarely allows it.

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?

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.

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

(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.

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

(Ogata x reader) I was living my best life. As the wealthy daughter of a tailor specializing in western styles. Novels, mischief, and entertainment were on my mind. My father always had a hard time with my twin and me. He thought of us as degenerates. We were. Money, power, sleeping and not an ounce of ambition to work. One day, however, my brother must have taken a dick too many that broke the scale. Cause my father snapped. Next moment, I'm an identity theft victim. Forcefully enlisted. And my brother is busy seducing my husband. A bloody nose is my warm welcome into the new life. Petty, I wipe my blood. Ready for revenge. But revenge isn't easy when you piss off the wrong people. And I did a lot of pissing. TLDR: Through unfortunate circumstances, you find yourself in the army snuffing out traitors. Twists, tension, and betrayal! Yippee (Doing the rewrite of my life currently. Five chapters are done. I'd advise to only read till there. Until I've updated the next. Working hard and planning to update every few days💪)

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.

Different perspectives and what-would-happen-ifs from the books. Oneshots of the kids training, playing, arguing, random jokes, texting, games, memes, intense or dramatic stories, stuff with them as little kids, Erica's family.

Blood for blood, bite for bite. Who gets to walk away? _____ Harper Moon is a bottom-of-the-barrel vampire and one of the most notorious vandals of the modern west coast. In theory, it could admit him into the most coveted private artistry academy the vampiric species has ever mustered up. But in practice, it could be what serves him on a plate instead. Every other year for their twentieth birthdays, those at the bottom are rounded up and assigned a mentor from the ones at the top, and trained for one year to compete in the largest biennial artistic competition for all vampires to watch. Those that are chosen are debuted as the next generation of artistic machinery for the elite. Those that are not, could be food. In a last-ditch attempt to break out of his lot in life and see himself free, Harper joins the ranks in hopes of working his way out. But talent is not the only thing the games necessitate, and art is not so black and white under a scrutinizing eye. When the competition begins to melt into more than just a game of the talents, but of his very mind, Harper will come to find the world of the arts is a brutal battlefield, that passion harbors a gruesome side, and the intricate politics of what it really means to be free may not be a game he can play alone. It's glamour, greed, gore, and greatness. And nowhere is too far to go just to have a taste. [ONGOING] [#6 in ARTBOOK]