Unhealthylove Stories

Love can be soft. Love can be violent. Jaeyun knows this love will ruin him. So why does he want it anyway? -I_EnShip ୨ৎ

"What happens when the ruthless psychopath Hua Yong develops a deadly obsession for Shao You?" ⚠️ WARNING If you love psycho love, over-possessive characters, and toxic romance (like I do 🖤), then this story is for you. If not, PLEASE skip it. This story is purely fictional- not realistic, not meant to be realistic, and should NOT be compared to real life. There will be adult content and dark themes. If this doesn't suit your taste, and you still choose to read after the warning- then you're reading at your own risk. Don't blame me later. I've warned you. 🖤

What started off as a beautiful thing ended off with a disaster for an ending. Relationships aren't easy. It's important to be aware when it's no longer a good thing, it's important to know when the ride is no longer enjoyable. Sometimes we have to learn when to put things in park. And not look back on things with any regrets. The situation doesn't have to be viewed as a complete disaster. Perhaps it was a beautiful disaster?

You run a small company that has been your dream your entire life. Though you are preforming very well, there just isn't enough work to stay above water. Your last hope was a potential contract with a huge company to do a complete redesign of their internal IT procedure. On the day of that important meeting you catch the eye of a very dangerous individual. Can you survive the Devil's Favor? (Characters, Plot, and Concept are all of my own design. I DID NOT CREATE ANY of the art. Most are screenshot's I'd saved to my phone so I cannot credit. Will credit original artists if/when I find out who they are. Also please excuse any minor detail changes from the photos, as I said I didn't create the art so it wont fit perfectly.) **THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY REPRESENTATION OF ROMANCE. LADIES, DO NOT LET A MAN EVER DO THINGS LIKE THIS TO YOU. IT'S NOT CUTE, IT'S NOT SEXY, IT'S NOT HEALTHY. This fic is meant to be viewed in the same light as a horror movie. A way to SAFELY enjoy the thrill of something you should NEVER ALLOW IN REAL LIFE. This fic has horror tags for a reason. THIS IS NOT WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE.** Please Enjoy and let me know what you think. (:

Our love was a battlefield beautiful in its chaos, deadly in its silence. Every 'I love you' came with an apology, every kiss masked the taste of regret. I thought I could save us, but in the end, I was the one who needed saving.

Celeste Laurent. I ran deeper into the forest, my breath breaking apart in my chest, each inhale sharper than the last. The trees stretched endlessly, their shadows twisting, watching... closing in. I told myself not to look back. Because something inside me already knew- if I did, I wouldn't be able to run anymore. But fear is cruel. It makes you do the very thing that will destroy you. So I turned. And my world stopped. He was there. Not chasing. Not even trying. Just walking. Slow. Measured. Certain. Like time itself bent around him. Like he wasn't following me- but waiting for me to realize I was already his. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I stumbled back, forcing my legs to move again. The thin fabric of my gown clung to me, snagging against branches, tearing just enough to slow me down. The forest grew quieter. Too quiet. No wind. No sound. Just the echo of my own fear- and his footsteps. Steady. Unhurried. Unstoppable. He knew. He knew exactly how far I could go. And what terrified me the most... was that I was reaching the end. I pushed forward anyway, desperation clawing through me- until something wrapped around my wrist and yanked me back. Hard. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my body collided against something solid. Unmoving. Cold. A hand tightened, unyielding, as if it had been waiting there all along. A breath brushed against my ear. Slow. Controlled. Possessive. Aurelion Solstic. His fingers curled tighter, not enough to hurt-just enough to remind me I wasn't going anywhere. "Run," he murmured, his voice low, almost gentle- "tear yourself apart trying to escape..." A pause. I felt his presence lean closer, darker, consuming. "...but you were never running away, Celeste." His grip tightened just slightly. "You were only ever finding your way back to me."

ˊˊˊ╰𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♥︎◡ ○◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ ˊˊ𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤ˋˋ . . . ˊˊ𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦ˋˋ ˊˊ𝘣𝙚𝘤𝘢𝙪𝘴𝙚 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝙤𝘶 ˋˋ ───────────────

A story for the Harley Quinn and Mr. J of LA. RPDR fanfic Raven is Trans, Skai is intersexed.

Poetry

She watched him from the shadows, every glance a silent confession. Amara Lockwood knew the danger of wanting him - her professor, her obsession, the man who haunted her thoughts. But like a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn't stop herself. His secrets were darker than hers, and together, they were a storm waiting to unravel everything. In the quietest corners of their souls, they were both broken, bound by a love that was never fucking meant to be.

A man who feels like fate. A love that sounds like care. A story never questioned. This is not a romance. It's the moment before a woman disappears into one. This is my entry for the „Wuthering Heights" Reimagined Contest. Gentle readers welcome - honest critique even more. If something here feels familiar, that's not an accident ;)

**COVER IS NOT MY ART** A pregame saiouma fanfic... yeah. I'm trying not to make it the stereotypical pregame saiouma.

i'm crying

SF 13+ Poems about cannibalism, SA, traumas and overall disturbing topics Therefore not recommended to sensitive nor younger publics And if you have anything do comment, please do I am a starter here and would love to have some feedback AND the poems will mainly be WLW (lesbians), that's all for now

my ex

All Draco Malfoy wanted drugs, rough sex, vodka. But all Victoria Saint wanted a happy family, nice friends, good grades but most importantly she wanted to find someone to truly love. Another school was a starting to arrive unlike all of willows friends she was thrilled to be going back to school until she falls head-over-heals with someone who dosent entirely get the idea of love. All that he saw in her was that she had money for the good kind of dope what will happen to their unhealthy relationship? Will willow truly change this mister of a boy? Or will she forfeit her truest love for the sake of her mental health?

"THE LUCKIEST GIRL" "THE MOST CHARMING YOUNG BILLIONAIRE " "THE HAPPIEST GIRL" these are how people addressed me. I'm showered by expensive gifts, compliments, endless care and extreme protection. My dad has enough money to feed the whole country, My face can steal anyone's hearts( yes, even girls go crazy over me not to mention boys), I'm engaged to the most eligible bachelor. What else could I ask for? Right? But what's the meaning of all of these when I can never be ....happy. until he came.

Who can resist such a charming Prince like Daiji Kimura, the most popular boy of the school? (Y/n) Tomura can, she isn't attracted to him in any way, and this passed Daiji off, he wanted to have the attention of every girl of the school, he craved for her attention, he needed to transform her in one of his puppets, until, he found himself getting obsessed over her, he loved everything of her, and he CRAVED for her attention, hers and hers only, and she'll do anything to have her.

.•♫•♬• 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ,𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆•♬•♫•. Alex gets asked to join the Vees as a little idol/music artist in hell as he interested Vox, and he gets pretty close to them (besides Valentino) after a while , especially Vox, because they share their love for modern technology (I don't own any of the characters besides my oc's, the rest belongs to Hazbin hotel and they're creator) (Sorry if there is any wrong grammar or writing mistakes, english isn't my first language, even though I speak it very well, but I still hope you enjoy this fanfic) 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙:10.11.25 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙: 𝙭𝙭𝙭

I smile to the girl who stole my heart