What Do You Mean My Cute Disciples Are Yanderes?

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

Ezekiel comes from a family full of secrets, his great-grandfather was believed by many to have been crazy. Then he was born with his great-grandfather's gifts, the ability to see beyond the veil that separates worlds. He falls in love with, Sarah the girl next door and senior high is about to be fun, for the first time, he is about to socialize. But there is the constant fear of him being crazy like his great-grandfather and the fear of what it would mean if the things he sees and hears are true and he is a real whisperer.

My life has been thrown into chaos by the catastrophe that had befallen the planet. I'm one of the "chosen ones" who have been granted extraordinary powers by the System and my mission is to fight monsters and complete perilous tasks in order to save humanity! But then, A prophecy confronted me, warning that I would bring about the end of humanity. "What a joke!" I said in disbelief. "I'm not going to let that prophecy dictate my life!" I strived to become the most powerful person and prove that my destiny was in my own hands! I wanted to have whatever my heart desired, from power and fame to wealth and even women. You need to follow my journey and witness how an ordinary person like me can become the strongest person, one who will shape the destiny of the world!

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

Qian Jun (mc) : What I a 30 year old man transmigrated as 18 year villain chaebol, but why the f** the plot so cliche. Heroine(1) : Why is this guy so hateful and scumy compared to that guy. Protagonist (1) : Why are these " crazy mad scientists" know about my power, who told them? Protagonist(2) : Why is my sister in that bastard arms? Protagonist (3): What your only sister, here my whole family's women are in that bastard arms. Qian Jun : Whole world is my chess board, I'll play with anyone women and who go against me...heh... no matter even if it's heaven sons...they will suffer...hehe...what you think I'll kill them...nah ....death is too light for these species. Heroines  : Why is that guy cold smile more attractive than those guys fake kindness. Qian Jun : Hahaha ...these arrogant puny guys, did they leave their brain with their creator. These delusional guys are the only brainless guys in the whole plot. Heroines : I'm sure Qian Jun will pamper me. Qian Jun : hehehe....here you will earn for my 'villain love' not the other way around girls. ......... Please add the book to your library. I'll upload all days, except when I'm sick or has some emergency. So please show this work some support. I'll upload more chapters on readers demand.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

He’s not a soldier of war, but of heartbreak. After being wounded by love, life, and betrayal, he retreats to a quiet town to mend what’s left of his soul. But in the stillness of his solitude, he meets someone whose silence speaks the same language as his pain. Together, they learn that even the most broken hearts can find peace — and that healing doesn’t always mean forgetting. Wounded Soldier u— a story of pain, healing, and the quiet courage it takes to love again.

After being massacred vigorously in his past life, now floating into nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance? --- "What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." Ken smiled. 'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought.