Mindgames Stories

Zyrah Renae Trevarez a medical student in Westmarch University- cold, fierceful and full of authority. Born from a powerful and wealthy family. She screams control- the perfect daughter, the perfect student. She pours her heart to her education believing that NOTHING will distract her- not until she arrived. Will she be able to focus on her youthful exploits? How would she handle a woman like her? Myllie Thyvanne Dela Quessa an Accountancy student in Westmarch University. Rich, spoiled, loved by everyone and dangerously charming in any ways. Popular of being a playgirl, who can cling at anyone that catches her attention and gives her excitement. An only child that came from a wealthy family. She believes that she can get anything she wants-person or object. When her eyes land on Zyrah, a new games begins. But can she pull Zyrah into her world? Will she break through Zyrah's icy walls? Will Zyrah resist- or play her dangerously wicked games? One wants control. One wants chaos. Once the game begins, neither of them will will be prepared for how far they'll go- or how deep they fall.

Some stories don't begin with words. They begin with eyes. Eyes that hide pain behind a smile, that carry unspoken truths, silent fears, and broken dreams. They see everything, understand everything, yet remain misunderstood. This is a story of emotions that were never spoken out loud, of love that was felt before it was realized, and of wounds that no one noticed- because they were hidden behind beautiful eyes. Because sometimes, before the heart understands, the eyes fall in love first. This is a story of two pairs of eyes that want to stay together, yet fate has chosen a different path for them. He enters her life carrying years of pain, drowned in revenge, turning her world upside down with wounds that were never healed. She, on the other hand, holds the same fire of revenge in her eyes, determined to destroy him before he can break her completely. But he plays a dangerous game one so cruel and calculated that she is forced to stop her own wedding and walk into his cage on her own, choosing him over her freedom. Hatred remains alive between them, burning from both sides, refusing to fade. But the question remains: will this hate be stronger than their hearts, or will their eyes finally speak the truth and lead them somewhere far away from revenge, pain, and destiny itself?

⚠️ Warming: intense scenes, adult romance, mafia BL ⚠️ Est, a dreamy and magnetic dancer, loves money and luxury... but always stays on guard. Until the day he crosses paths with William, a powerful, untouchable... and dangerous mafioso. A man who can control everything-except his growing feelings. Between money, power, and desire, Est will discover that what he wants... can be even more dangerous than he imagines. And sometimes, being spoiled is never free. 💎🔥

Transmigrating into the world of Detective Conan, becoming an expert in criminal psychology and micro-expressions, while simultaneously serving as a highly revered professor at Teitan Academy and an influential superintendent within the Metropolitan Police Department-what kind of legend will he forge? Did you ever lament the tragic and helpless plights of those goddesses in the original story? Now, with the chance to alter their destinies, it's only natural to avert tragedies and mend regrets! An ongoing series of four years, focused solely on its conclusion. Not striving for perfection, but guaranteeing maximum exhilaration! join patreon.com/worldoffanfiction for advanced chapters and support the daily update

She thought she was starting over. After a brutal breakup, transferring schools felt like reclaiming control. New campus. New people. No history. Then she meets Rowan. He's magnetic without trying. Calm. Analytical. The kind of man who listens too closely and remembers too much. He tells her she's different. That she understands him in ways no one else ever has. The connection is instant. Addictive. Consuming. But Rowan studies psychology, specifically romantic fixation, and when she discovers his past case studies describe girls unsettlingly similar to her, doubt creeps in. Did he manipulate their connection? Or is she imagining it? As timelines blue and secrets surface, she begins to question everything, including herself. Because the most dangerous relationships are not built on lies. They are built on mutual obsession.

After all, what could have gone wrong? Apparently, everything.

Ek normal subah... par shehar normal nahi lagta. Sadkein khaali, awaazein gayab. Aur har kadam ke saath badhta hua sannata.

Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction - The Tower of London Deception is a fog-drenched, high-stakes mystery in which the impossible happens: the Crown Jewels vanish from the Tower of London without a broken lock, a shattered pane, or a single cry for help. Worse still, the three guards on duty disappear as completely as the jewels themselves-one of them later revealed to have been dead for years. Summoned by a frantic Lestrade, Holmes and Watson descend into a case that feels less like a robbery and more like a stage production-complete with planted evidence, carefully timed signals, and secret alterations to the Jewel House itself. Clues lead through London's underworld of debts and opium, backstage corridors of the Lyceum Theatre, and the Tower's own forgotten mechanisms-until Holmes uncovers the truth: the crime was never designed to succeed quietly. It was designed to be seen. As the investigation tightens, a familiar shadow emerges. The mastermind behind the deception isn't simply stealing symbols of power-he's demonstrating how easily power can be manipulated. What begins as a hunt for jewels becomes a psychological duel, forcing Holmes into a dangerous confrontation where politics, diplomacy, and pride collide. The Crown may be recovered-but Moriarty's real game is control, and he intends Holmes to understand that the "final act" is still to come. Dark, theatrical, and rich with Victorian atmosphere, this story blends classic Holmes deduction with a cat-and-mouse rivalry sharpened to a razor's edge-where every clue is a prop, every witness a pawn, and the fog itself seems to conspire with the criminal mind behind it all.

It started with a message I couldn't read. Written in a language I didn't understand... from someone I thought I did. What began as a harmless conversation turned into something deeper, something consuming - attention that felt real, trust that felt safe, and a connection I didn't realize was carefully designed. This is the story of how I was drawn in, how I didn't see the signs, and how manipulation doesn't feel like manipulation when it's happening to you. Because scams don't target stupidity. They target humanity.

**LOVE AS A DISEASE** Love is no longer a feeling. It's a diagnosis. In a world where emotional attachment is monitored, controlled, and treated like a contagious illness, falling in love is considered dangerous - even fatal. Those who show symptoms are observed. Reported. Sometimes... erased. She has spent her life studying the disease. Classifying it. Measuring it. Remaining untouched by it. Or at least, that's what she believes. Until the day a new case arrives. He isn't just infected. He's something else entirely - calm, aware, and far too interested in her. And the closer she gets to understanding him, the more her own control begins to slip. Because some forms of love don't heal. They spread. They consume. And once they take hold... there is no cure. A dark psychological romance about obsession, control, and the dangerous anomaly we call love.

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In the small town of Redspire, five high schoolers disappear every year on December 8th. On December 15th, they return with no memory of what happened. Before they vanish, each of them receives a message from an unknown number. Inside it is a list of five names. Their names. Who are they? What happens during those seven days? And why does someone make sure they forget everything?

The Theerapanyakun family had a curse: their first loves always ended in tragedy, culminating in the death of their beloveds. Kim didn't believe it to be a curse, recognizing it for what it was: a cycle of generational trauma that Theerapanyakun fathers took pride in giving their children. For years, Kim thought he had succeeded in deceiving his father, only to be told otherwise. "Remember our family's curse?" Korn reminded, smiling triumphantly. When their eyes locked, his grin sent chills down Kim's spine, forcing him to act out of fright and desperation. He stupidly reacted. ** Porchay knew Kim had various sides that he kept hidden. As smitten as he had been by Kim in the past, Chay had thought he would be content with any of those sides. The Kim that came to his doorstep on that stormy night wasn't anything Porchay knew him as. His eyes were giving away his secrets, but in a foreign language, still incomprehensible to Porchay. He later discovers that Kim disappeared after he met him. The mysterious disappearance forces everyone to join in tracking Kim down. Finding his and the Theerapanyakun family's secrets along the way was not part of the plan. Completed: 24/5/2025 Re-editing: 01/2026

Kabir Khan × Aayat Khan They don't fall in love. They compete. For rank. For dominance. For psychological ground. Two minds trained to dismantle. Two egos allergic to surrender. Every debate is a battlefield. Every silence, a loaded weapon. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow. When they clash, it isn't chemistry. It's collision. Every word is calculated. Every pause strategic. Every move designed to destabilize. She plays cruel - precise, surgical, untouchable. He plays harder - colder, merciless, impossible to outmaneuver. This isn't romance. It's intellectual warfare. Until one move crosses a line. She stands one step away from losing everything - her name, her dignity, the identity she built on pride. Humiliation strips what arrogance protected. And in the collapse of ego - she finds something she never intended to seek. Not love. Not comfort. Faith. Hidayat. Not gently. But violently. The girl who weaponized intellect begins to change - not visibly, not theatrically - but internally. Quiet. Controlled. Real. And while she rebuilds from within, Kabir begins to lose. Not arguments. Not control. Something irreversible. But will he admit it? No. He denies consequence. He denies guilt. He denies that cruelty echoes. He still believes he's winning. But faith does not negotiate with ego. His emaan will shift. In a way not yet revealed. Because some awakenings arrive only after devastation. This is not enemies to lovers. This is dominance versus destiny. Ego versus accountability. Power versus truth. This is SATR - where veils don't hide faces. They hide intentions. Every chapter flips control. Every victory conceals a loss. Every move feels like checkmate - until the next one rewrites the board. No forced love. No easy redemption. No predictable mercy. Only pride. Power. Consequences. A psychological thriller where intellect collides with faith - and transformation is born from ruin. In this game, no one survives unchanged. Coming Soon!

I started seeing my dreams in real life. That was the first warning. The second was realizing the ending wasn't a nightmare anymore- it was already waiting for me.. For ONC 2026 Novella Contest

Izuku Midoriya stopped believing in heroes the day his dream was crushed. Then he met Jester - an S-rank villain who doesn't destroy cities... he turns hero society into a game. Treasure hunts. Haunted houses. Traps that humiliate instead of harm. Chaos so brilliant even the top heroes can't keep up. As Izuku finds joy in the madness, fear spreads through the hero world - because everyone knows Jester could end them if he wanted to. And the only person he truly listens to... is the boy who chose chaos. Villain Deku AU | Psychological | Dark Whimsy | Genius Izuku | Harmless Chaos Disclaimer : I do not own My Hero Academia or its characters. All rights belong to Horikoshi.

Raman never believed in coincidences. But the moment he stepped into the new boarding campus, something felt... familiar. The corridors seemed to recognize him. The silence felt personal. And then he heard it- "You've come back."

"Ninety thousand dollars... seven months... and a girl who thinks she's Georgina!" Ahmed is not a hero in some cheap classic novel. He is just a cynical Mauritanian youth who loves opera, idolizes "Dexter," and refuses to smoke for one reason: "He doesn't want to look attractive to the Angel of Death while his soul is being ripped out by lung cancer." In the depths of Nouakchott, where dust mingles with lost dreams, Ahmed finds himself facing an impossible bet. Layla-the girl who appeared out of nowhere with her luxury car and suspicious calm-demands a dowry worth its weight in gold. Instead of surrendering to reality, Ahmed decides to cheat the "rules of life" just as he cheated his exams using AI. Armed only with a battered Chinese motorcycle and a deep knowledge of the back alleys of "Arafat" and "Sebkha"-places where even the police fear to tread-Ahmed begins his journey to turn asphalt into dollars. Will the "Ghost of the Alleys" succeed in collecting the price of his dream? Or do the streets of the capital hide endings that even Hannibal Lecter himself wouldn't have anticipated?

Some secrets should stay buried... but mine clearly didn't get the memo. What we left behind... and what found us. His shadow. My secrets.

Alley and her long-time group of friends splurge on a private waterpark get away to leave behind all the stresses of day-to-day life. But things start to go awry when Alley notices that they are being watched. What was supposed to be a relaxing stay, turns into a deadly game of hunt, or be hunted.