Stolkhomesyndrome Stories

I watch the house, sitting gracefully on a tree. I can't believe how much easier they've made this for us. All together, and in a tent. As the noise starts to come to a stop and I see the lights in the tent go off I assume their computer either died or they turned it off or their movie ended, and prepare to make our move. Nobody will know they're gone until probably noon or so. It's only three a.m. now and that gives us plenty of time.

《seven obsessive assholes x Reader》 (Not glorifying kidnapping or anything cruel or inhuman that is in this story. This story is supposed to be twisted and may contain graphic content for sensitive readers.) This book that i started in 2017 was once a bts fan fiction sort of deal where i mixed my love of terror and tragedy into a yandere bts mix. ive had the relevation as of recently the reason i cant write anymore is because of the guilt i personally feel for revolving pain and suffering around the humble and talented bts boys. taking place in south korea off the coast of a nostalgic beach your life is cursed from this moment on. good luck. i dont know if you will make it out.