Yngirl Stories

When YN dies unexpectedly, she finds herself in the chaotic, fire-lit underworld of Hell. Lost and uncertain, she stumbles into the Hazbin Hotel-an odd place promising redemption to sinners. But redemption isn't easy, especially with Vaggie, the hotel's fierce and fiery manager, watching her every move with suspicion and hostility. What starts as tension quickly grows into something far more complicated. As Hell tests YN's patience, strength, and heart, she begins to realize that the hardest part of redemption might not be saving herself... but falling for someone who's just as broken. Can love bloom where damnation thrives? Or will Hell burn their hearts to ash before they get the chance?

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Hey guys! My name is Y/N. No joke. I'm really Y/N! Join me in my crazy life!

Everyone knows Y/N is cute. Everyone knows Y/N is rich. But no one talks about the collateral damage. These are the short, unhinged stories of the side characters just trying to survive her dramatic love life, billionaire boyfriend disasters, and medical emergencies that aren't real emergencies. Each chapter is a new scenario of "why is this my problem." This is our story, the innocent bystanders who keep getting run over by her dramatic life. From hospital wards she buys out for a paper-cut to private jets blocking the street because she "felt sad," these short stories follow the poor side characters stuck living in her cinematic universe. Pray for us.

Short stories that will be a little unsettling, but will have good-ish endings...sometimes. Some might be connected to eachother, and request for myths or original monsters/creatures are encouraged and accepted.

Y/N never wanted to be here. Forced into a university that never felt like home, surrounded by classmates who judged her silence and simplicity, she drifted through each day feeling like a shadow. Her only refuge? The library-where forgotten books whispered stories louder than people ever could. But one day, she finds a book she's never seen before. Old. Dusty. Untitled from any known collection. And then it begins to write itself-about her. Her thoughts. Her feelings. Her secrets. And someone else who noticed her when no one else ever did. But this book knows things. Things she hasn't told anyone. And as the pages turn, reality begins to blur. Because some stories aren't just meant to be read- They're meant to be lived.