Истории Murdercouple

In a modern world, he was the forgotten adopted son, the perfect student no one ever saw, the boyfriend betrayed and ridiculed to the bone. When he finally broke, he didn't cry. He laughed. And together with the only girl who understood his madness, he turned the school into a circus of blood, fireworks, and red confetti. He died smiling, in her arms, happy for the first time. But death was just the opening act. Reincarnated as two little demon children in a basket, left at an orphanage in a world of magic, they discovered that every victim of the massacre had been brought along - memories intact, hatred boiling, and now equipped with powers, levels, and skills to fight back. The treacherous ex-girlfriend. The 14 guys who laughed at him. The classmates who filmed it. The teachers who looked the other way. They're all here. And they all remember. But Joker and Harley don't want revenge. They want to play. In a world where women are treated as commodities and abandoned children are forgotten, they're going to build the greatest circus that ever existed. With a family of eight insane little sisters, an eternal mother who hugs you to death, and a big sister who came back from the future - only to find out they'd already saved everyone. Because anyone who messes with their family becomes fireworks. And anyone who becomes family gets eternal hugs. Here, kings, heroines, goddesses, and even the victims themselves will learn the most important lesson: The Joker never plays fair. And the show... has only just begun.

New country.. New City.. New people.. New work.. Gotham, one of the most dangerously city's .. Me, as a women, on a new work, at the G.C.P.D At this point, I didn't know who I will meet.. I'll find a new passion for me.. I didn't know.. that this passion is existing in me..

A couple who spends there time killing and loving each other. A creepyposta, of a real relationship. Follow scarlet and Jason through there, love and Killer passion.

Malachai Lucifer Tempest is a god that lived for a long time, changing names to suit his new life with each generation but always ends up with one or both names in his names somerimes since he loves his name alot his fullname he was born with but he calls himself Mal or Malac, he can shifts into any form he did like but loves being in deer form alot of times because it scares peoples... Hannibal Lecter, Psychiatric in the days and murderer at night, full time Cannibal and not sure why he reacts to the new guy coming for the sessions. he also feels drawn to this young man called Malac, a nickname he could guess but still suits him. he also sees no facial hair and well the one before himself has female clothes which somehow just turns him on. mature content. Hannibal Lecter x Male Oc. mpreg/knot. omegaverse. bottomMaleOc. heat/rut. magic/shapeshifting/immortal. intersex. crossdress. can make soulmate immortal too.

Junior wheeler meets Carrie white the bullied girl with powers they grew close and start to bond and fall for each other but soon Carrie teaches him her evil murderous ways and junior at first wanted to say no but he agrees later on they became a killer murderous couple 💜💜 Chucky character meets Carrie white ❤️❤️ //

Author's Note: Psycopaths get a thrill out of tricking people into believing that the image they project is real when really it is a mirage. They are skilled performers who hide behind masks and are adept at mimicking emotions they can never really feel. One of their known tricks is manipulating others into feeling sorry for them. ---- Story Summary: Dongsik's not at all a slave to his more volatile and violent nature and can go for long stretches of time without killing. He isn't lonely per se, but man, is he bored out of his mind. It would be nice if he met someone who's not exactly like him - a mirror image would be just as boring - but within the realms of similar. Will he stop feeling so listless then? Or the fic wherein Dongsik is actually a seasoned killer before the amnesia.

Tis' a wicked flower. That sucks life. Till its roots are withered. Love. They call it. When like meets like, The end of the world starts, Watering, Their little garden of skulls.