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Kumpleto, Unang na-publish Jul 28, 2020
Mature
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ғ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Year : 1872
Village Name : Rudunki
Country : Welkay

Living in a small town, Y/n didn't have much stress on her hands. She was loved by most children in the village and adored by most adults in the village. She is in her prime age of 18, already the town's official baker.

No one in this small town knew of the beastly rogue pack of werewolves that roamed the surrounding forests as all people were told to never step foot in them. 

Y/n, feeling adventurous, decided to go in searching for fresh fruits for a pastry that she had been working on. Unknown to her that her fate is lurking behind her. Unknown that her stress free life has now vanished into thin air, creating a new one within a split second, which isn't as pleasant.

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Finding his mate is all he ever wanted. At age 25, he's been waiting a crucially long time.

So when he saw his mate, his human mate, you can bet your ass his wolf and him became very possessive. Eventually leading him into murder, tutoring others, and much more hideous things that Y/n was too pure for.

Although it's weird how the safest spot she could ever be, was in the arms of the very monster whom had committed all of those hideous things.


WARNINGS⚠️
-Violence 
-Murder
-Sexual Content
-Swearing 
-Extreme possessiveness 
-Gore

[also, yes, the country is made up, deal with it]
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My Treasured Blossom [Classic Yandere Boy x Female Reader] ni J_C_Coltt
19 mga parte Kumpleto Mature
"You are my treasure, my reason for living, and more important than my left kidney." . . . [Classic Yandere Boy x Female Reader] Y/N is a normal high school girl. Completely normal. Her social life, studying habits, and the number of grains in her cereal bowl each morning couldn't be more average. She has no unique character traits and is more vanilla than cheap vanilla ice cream with vanilla extract on top. She makes a plain rice cake seem flavorful, but she was somehow able to get a yandere stalker to fall madly in love with her, (the jury is still out on how that happened, but they think that errors in judgment were involved and possibly psychedelic drugs.) Y/N and her friends try to discover the identity of Y/N's 'secret admirer' who keeps leaving her anonymous love notes and murdering other students every Tuesday and bi-annual national holiday. There is that one guy who literally follows Y/N everywhere at school like a lost duckling with flushed cheeks, sparkly eyes, and drool dripping off his chin, but Y/N never notices him. Why you ask? Oh, it's simple. It's because she's Y/N in a Yandere x Reader novel, and she is more oblivious than a box of rocks encased in concrete. Will Y/N discover the identity of her yandere stalker before everyone else at her high school 'mysteriously disappears'? (Of course not, she's Y/N.) Will the Yandere ever get Y/N to love him? (Not if he finds it easier to murder her friends and family than to just walk up to her and say hi.) And how is this school still open after all the fatal accidents that have occurred on campus? (The question that we all want to be answered.) ⚠WARNING⚠ even though this book is a satire, there will be a few mature themes in it including (but not limited to): -swearing -violence -mental illness -suicide -murder -manipulation -obsession -gore -and tsunderes Reader discretion is advised.
ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ || 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 ni love-is-close-2-hate
21 parte Ongoing Mature
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
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Smiley (Yandere Werewolf x Reader)

43 parte Ongoing Mature

I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.