Special... - Prancing from issues - Wattpad

Story cover for Special... by prancing_from_issues

Special...

prancing_from_issues

LECTURES 27,299
Votes 560
Chapitres 8
Durée 41m

LECTURES 27,299
Votes 560
Chapitres 8
Durée 41m

prancing_from_issues

gore imagine killingstalking mentalillness romance sangwoo sangwooxreader twistedromance xreader yoonbum

"You're special Y/N..." he purred, running his blade over my soft skin, leaving a crimson trail behind it.
My eyes burned into his, not buying his words, he was going to kill me. I'll be like the rest of them... the poor girls who never stood a chance, like me... 
But his words... "special" Those were the last word in my mind before he stood, grabbing a bat and smirking down at me.Tous Droits Réservés

gore imagine killingstalking mentalillness romance sangwoo sangwooxreader twistedromance xreader yoonbum

Table des matières

8 chapitres

Inscrivez-vous pour ajouter Special... à votre bibliothèque et recevoir les mises à jour

ou

Directives de Contenu

Vous aimerez aussi

Reaping The Red Heir, écrit par eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

ᒪITTᒪE ᔕTᗩᒪKEᖇ (ᔕᗩᑎGᗯOO Oᕼ ᙭ ᗰᗩᒪE ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ) | Completed |, écrit par -peachie_fox_baby-

In high-school, you met the supposedly kind and intelligent Oh Sangwoo. He wanted to date you, but you rejected him, mainly due to the fact that he creeped you out, and you felt like he had many dark secrets. You could've never fathomed just how dark his mind really was. After trying to stop a break in at his house, you end up being kidnapped, and are pulled into a dark web of murder and abuse. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪsɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜɪs ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ: Koogi is the creator of Killing Stalking and the characters used within this book. I am in no way stealing it their idea, I am just using their characters to create a world of my own, but instead of Yoonbum, the protagonist is you, the reader. Warning, contains: • GOᖇE • ᗰᑌᖇᗪEᖇ • ᖇᗩᑭE • ᔕEᑎᔕITIᐯE TOᑭIᑕᔕ Iᖴ YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᒪIKE TᕼIᔕ ᗷOOK, ᔕIᗰᑭᒪY ᑕᒪIᑕK ᗩᗯᗩY!

Sangwoo x reader 🍋🍋🔥, écrit par soggy_pancake

Disclaimer*** story does NOT belong to me. I'm just tweaking it a bit to my liking. ✨NSFW ✨18+ 🤌🏼 gets spicier as you read ✨ if you haven't read killing stalking, ⚠️ warning ⚠️ some spoilers and it does follow majority of the story, so it WILL get [very]violent ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️I will give warnings prior to the spicy scenes, so look out for those so you can skip it if you want to continue reading 😊

Shadow Yandere X Reader Bloody Desires, écrit par YumaVamps18

"Everywhere you go i will find you....you might hide but i still can find you....your scent...your life it what draws me to you..." He said chuckling over my trembling form. "N-n-no not yet p-please let me go!" I said stuttering out in fear with gashes on my torso and arms bleeding heavily. The dark male looked at me with lust and death in his eyes. "Very well my dear (Y/N) lets play a game....hide and seek....for your blood." He purred.

Blade ✔️, écrit par Hchynna

Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

Dark's Light's Hearts (Discontinued), écrit par NoireEtRouge

Yoon Bum X reader X Oh Sangwoo Will not be continued Killing Stalking This is not a story that is for light hearted people. There will be sensitive topics within this story and things that will be inappropriate to young readers. If you are sensitive to these kinds of things then I highly advise you not to read this story. You were just a girl that's best friend was the loser Yoon Bum. He left you for Sangwoo and when Sangwoo lays his eyes upon you. He wanted you just as much as Bum wants you around to keep him sane. Bum craves for your hugs and your songs that you sang to keep him calm. You were the light that kept the dark from ones heart. They looked at you as an angel with clipped wings. You were to kind for your own good. That could be a bad sign in the end. You had caught Sangwoo's eye with your perfect smile and kind ways. He likes the way you treat Yoon Bum and how he loves you for your kind ways. But will Sangwoo care about the scares that you are to forever bare? Will you die by his hand or your own? Will you survive the world of humanity or will it put your light out?

lost soul // Completed, écrit par katt_1705

"Stop!!" I yelled as he ran the grey shining knife down my arm. He looked at me while holding the shiny knife dripping with my crimson blood dripping from it.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ || 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, écrit par love-is-close-2-hate

You are a university student living what appears to be an ordinary life, each day blending into the next as you remain steadfast in your pursuit of academic excellence. Your sole focus is on maintaining perfect grades and, above all, impressing your strict, demanding parents-whose approval feels just out of reach no matter how hard you strive. Social interactions are nothing more than a passing obligation, and personal relationships take a backseat to the heavy expectations weighing on your shoulders. When you are assigned a partner for an important project, you find yourself paired with a man you barely know, someone whose presence in your life has been nothing more than a fleeting shadow in the background of your routine. You exchange only the necessary words, keeping interactions brief and professional. To you, this project is just another task to complete, another step toward your larger goal. But while you remain focused on your work, oblivious to the world beyond your priorities, something begins to shift in the air around you. Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you-has begun to develop an unsettling fixation. What may have started as harmless curiosity has now twisted into something far darker, something far more dangerous. Their thoughts are consumed by you, their every action carefully calculated to bring them closer. You don't notice the lingering stares, the way their gaze follows you through crowded halls, or the way they memorize the smallest details of your existence. But soon, the ordinary life you've built will begin to unravel, and by the time you realize the danger lurking in the shadows, it may already be too late. And his name is: Oh Sangwoo

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤~ 【Yandere! Oh Sangwoo x Male! Reader】, écrit par StixSnailz

You knew there was something wrong with that man. That perfect to a normal eye kind of man. All you wanted was to confirm your suspicion and or get hit in the face with the fact that perfect people exist and not actually get dragged into his little game. But he sees you more than a plaything. He sees you as a gem. An unreadable gem of sorts... NSFW warning 22nd February (2025) - ✮𝟭st in 𝗼𝗵𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗼 5th February/3rd September(2023)/ 21st January/24th March/23rd October (2025) - ✮𝟭st in 𝗠𝟰𝗠 23rd June (2023)/17th February/14th April(2025) - ✮𝟭st in 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗽 20th April (2025) - ✮𝟭st in 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

Vous aimerez aussi

Slide 1 of 9

Reaping The Red Heir cover

ᒪITTᒪE ᔕTᗩᒪKEᖇ (ᔕᗩᑎGᗯOO Oᕼ ᙭ ᗰᗩᒪE ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ) | Completed | cover

Sangwoo x reader 🍋🍋🔥 cover

Shadow Yandere X Reader Bloody Desires cover

Dark's Light's Hearts (Discontinued) cover

lost soul // Completed cover

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ || 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 cover

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤~ 【Yandere! Oh Sangwoo x Male! Reader】 cover

Reaping The Red Heir

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.