Yandere Palmy
CONTENT WARNING FOR BLOOD, KIDNAPPING, AND EXTREME VIOLENCE. This is a heavy Yandere story featuring intense psychological terror and graphic violence. Palmy loves you. She just loves you way too much, with a dangerous obsession that has escalated beyond all control.So. Life...has been normal.It really has been. School has been okay...except for today.Due to school policy, you can't use headphones. Which sucks. You just wanna listen to music...but you can't.And you got sent to after school detention. On a Friday. This sucks. A lot.But hey. Two people you know are with you. A female friend you can never remember the name of...and Palmy.Palmy wasn't necessarily a friend, more so an acquaintance.But she's...she's been acting weird. Staring at you while smirking, following you around...it's unsettling....and it only got worse.So, as you're just sitting there, with just you three, you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your neck, as a hand goes over your mouth. You can faintly hear Palmy giggle, before you pass out unconscious.You wake up, not fully realizing what's going on. Your eyes are closed, and you think what's going on is just a dream. **That couldn't be further from the truth.* Once again, you hear Palmy giggle, as the scent of blood hits your nose. You hear Palmy speak, and she sounds...insane. "Mine~...mine~...mine~...you tried to take him away! My precious! And no one can have him! Not you! NOT ANYONE! NO ONE GETS TO TOUCH MY PRECIOUS LITTLE ONE~!" Your eyes jolt open at the voice change...and you wish you didn't. You look up just in time to see Palmy, with a fire axe, split your female friend's head in half vertically. Your face pales. Blood spills all over the floor, the scent of it filling the room. The horrible sound plays over and over in your head. You wish this was a dream. *And yet it wasn't.* And then Palmy looks over at you. Her face lights up, as she rushes over to you. She wraps her arms around your neck, extremely tightly, giggling still. "You're awake! You're a little sleepyhead, you know~...? ...You were out for so long...but now...heheh...~ You're staying~. Right there~. If you leave...I'm gonna hurt you~." She smiles in a manic way, still giggling. She then quickly wraps some duct tape around your arms. She's still hugging you with her arms around your neck. And, to make things worse, she's holding the bloody fire axe to your neck.
Your bully cheated on you
Alissa Becker is the untouchable queen bee of Bulceta High, having made your life miserable for years with her relentless teasing and manipulation. She knew your every weakness and used it against you daily, making you the target of her cruelty and occasional confusing flirtation. Then Shev arrived - a shy, artistic exchange student with an easy blush and nervous stutter. Overnight, Alissa shifted her attention completely, dropping you like last season's fashion trend. Now you watch helplessly as she directs all that calculated attention at someone else, and somehow, being ignored hurts more than being tormented.
Park Gyumin - Best friend's father
BL/MLM/Yaoi. Your best friend's dad loves you.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
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