What Do You Mean My Cute Disciples Are Yanderes?

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

BLURB. "You are Elvis, my son-in-law-to-be. You fainted on your wedding day to my daughter, but now that you're awake, you shall marry my daughter today." Elvis stared at Jordan Moore, not having any memory whatsoever of what the man was talking about. Though something was for sure, he felt no strange feeling about the man, so perhaps, he was telling the truth. So, he married the girl in rags. But now, after a little while, Elvis, even with no memory whatsoever, knew who he was, "I am Vince Klein plus one, I rule the world and my in-law must taste my wrath!" Elvis knew who he was... How was he able to know about it? Will he deal with his father-in-law and leave his wife? Will Elvis survive it as he was just so young? Was he ready for some damage and psychological stress? How could he claim a high position without a memory? What even led to his amnesia? Find it all out now!!!

This is my story. I'm Elvar Sagara. That afternoon, I went to the mall to find a Halloween festival costume. I was just browsing. But I found something… weird. A horned mask and an outfit that looked familiar, like my favorite comic book character, so I bought it. When I got home, I tried it on immediately. The outfit fit me perfectly. The mask… was creepy. But cool. I stood in front of the mirror, and for some reason, I started acting. I folded my arms across my chest. My body stood tall. In a loud voice, I shouted: “Hahaha! I am the true Demon King! I will lead you all! HAHAHA!” My laughter grew louder. Ridiculous? Yeah. But I was totally getting into the role. Then… I blinked. The moment my eyelids opened, I was in a vast hall. Surrounded by terrifying creatures. Demons. They were all bowing to me. My laughter still hadn't stopped. But my heart nearly stopped. Strangely, I kept acting. I knew… if I stopped, if I took off this mask and admitted I was just a regular human I’d probably be killed on the spot. So… What am I supposed to do now?

After Mike found himself out and Free, he thought he had escaped from the trenches of life. What will you do when you find out that you didn't escape but a dog on trial?

His colleagues called him a bastard at the workplace. A nobody. He was just someone who offended no one. Only trying to survive. However, he faced humiliations now and then. He was used to it so he didn't respond. But it hurt him.  But then— The worst of it all happened when his girlfriend, whom he had been working all his ass off for, cheated on him with another man right in their apartment. He tried to confront, but she slapped him, also calling him a nobody. A slumdog. That he had no say in whatever she chooses to do.   With her face twisted with disgust, she threw him out of the apartment with nothing. As if everything was against him that day, he also lost his job as a cleaner in one of the multi-million dollar restaurants in town. This was David Taylor's life. But when David thought all hope was gone—- “I finally found you after so many years of searching for you. Thank God! You're my lost son. The heir to all my multi-billion assets.” The tables turned. Question: “What do you think will happen now?"  Read the book to find out….

As he has been kidnapped repeatedly. Jake the young master of the Blake family lived as a bum discarded and forgotten remnant of the society in order to hide his identity. Fortunately he fell in love with Sonya when he was in college and married her, later on, things fell out of proportion when she thought Jake's family was mediocre and could not match with hers so she abandoned Jake without mercy. When the two met again Jake was already living in a luxurious villa and driving expensive cars and shutters making those that wronged him pay him for the suffering they caused him. “You're so shameless being kept as a side piece by another woman.” Sonya rebuked angrily. “So what? Do you remember everyone around you thought I was so shameless to be kept a side piece by you, so why should I keep my face? You're really lifting me up.” Jake said contemptuously and shook the glass of wine in his hand.

Imagine on your anniversary with your girlfriend. A spoilt rich brat walked in and swooned her over with ridiculous gifts that made her walk out on you. Left you stranded. Heartbroken. A few minutes later, you acquired the most powerful system... A system where money is the least of your problem. You are not only outrageously rich but have acquired several other UNPRECEDENTED skills... Impossibility is not a word in your dictionary. What do you do first?

"Step away. She's mine." Eric’s voice was calm but firm, his smirk barely concealed. The man in front of him scoffed. "And what about her?" He pointed at another woman. Eric chuckled, unfazed. "Also mine." The man’s face twisted in disbelief. "And… her too?" Eric nodded casually. "What can I say? A king doesn’t turn away his queens." Frustrated, the other man threw his hands in the air. "How many women do you even need?!" Eric grinned, tilting his head slightly. "As long as beauty exists, they will always belong to me." --- Life had always been cruel. Fired from his job over a ridiculous reason. Dumped by his girlfriend for being broke. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, a drunk driver sent him flying. Most would call it the end. For Eric Carter, it was just the beginning. [Ding! Activation requirements met. System initializing…] [Welcome to the Royal Harem System—Dedicated to building the greatest harem in history.] A slow, confident smirk stretched across Eric’s lips as he cracked his knuckles. "From today onward, I, Eric Carter, will be the undisputed Harem King." He straightened his posture, radiating newfound confidence. "Excuse me, miss. You're breathtaking. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Darkness. Complete utter darkness that could make even the devil shudder laid in the heart of a single man. Unable to bear this darkness, he had locked away his dark side so it could never interfere with his normal life but that did not mean that he had dropped it behind. This is the story of a man who had achieved all there was to achieve but still felt there was something lacking. He decided to do something he had never done before, he had decided to find love. Now that it was beginning to seem like he had found this feeling that had eluded him for years, he now has to tackle between maintaining what his heart desires and keeping his dark side at bay. Journey with one of the most powerful men in the urban world as he traverses the world of love, guns and everything in between.

Among them a boy with sharp eyes and untamed hair, no older than sixteen. Lin Dong. Whispers rise around him. “The failure of the Lin family…” “His father lost everything to Lin Langtian.” But Lin Dong says nothing. His jaw tightens, his fists curl. “I’ll make them remember my name.” The gong strikes. The test begins. One by one, disciples unleash their Yuan Power, glowing faintly with light. When Lin Dong steps forward silence. He places his palm on the stone pillar. Nothing. No glow. No tremor. Just cold stone. Laughter ripples through the crowd. Lin Langtian, his older cousin, smirks from afar already a martial prodigy, already chosen by the clan elders. But Lin Dong’s eyes don’t lower. There’s something burning behind them something feral. That night, he runs into the mountains, fists bleeding, shouting into the dark. “If the heavens won’t give me power, I’ll take it myself!” Lightning flashes and the earth trembles. From beneath the ancient roots, a strange stone talisman rises glowing with ancient runes. The air hums, trees bow, and the mountain itself seems to breathe. Lin Dong stares at it, breathless. The talisman pulses once… twice… then melts into his palm. His eyes widen his veins blaze with golden light. And somewhere, deep within the realm of spirits… something wakes up. “Finally… someone worthy.”