What Do You Mean My Cute Disciples Are Yanderes?

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"What agreement? You went to Prison, Vincenzo, that's not good for my image or my father's. I can't marry you." His heart dropped, the same way his hope did. "You could not even finish studying even though you were on scholarship. I wouldn't pray to be such an unfortunate poor scumbag like you so, please, forget we ever had anything." ************ Vincenzo was bullied in college and detested by everyone for being a poor Orphanage boy on scholarship. And dating the hottest girl on campus; Lillian, made his predicament worse. Working hard to prove he's worthy to his soon-to-be father-in-law is like a waste of time as he believes his daughter should not associate with a wretched person like Vincenzo. His attempt to further satisfy Lillian's father made him the perfect scapegoat and ended up in jail in place of his soon-to-be father-in-law; William Johnson. And when life offers him a second chance by discovering his real identity, leading to his release from prison. Coming out to discover his girlfriend is about to get married to a political tycoon's son; Jason who happened to be his school bully, he realizes he's been a pawn in their game and vows to tear everyone up starting by taking away what they value more than their life; which is their money, fame, and reputation.

Jennifer is living an ordinary life in an ordinary place. She's been away from home for eight years and she has developed her own special holiday tradition. Each year, Jennifer collects a soul from an unknowing victim. This year, she's been invited home for the holidays but not for the reasons you may think, What will Jennifer do this year to celebrate Christmas?

“Alessia, what’s happening here? Were you just making out with your boss?” He asked, his eyes widening in shock. “What does it looks like? Of course I was having a nice time with him. Compared to you, he’ll pay for my bills, the ones you were unable to meet up with.” She hissed. *** A young delivery agent who just lost his job, was on his way home. Though there was nothing to be glad about, he was ready to bless the heavens just for keeping Alessia; his one and only love by his side. It’s such a pity for him that he got brutalized and insulted by the same person he thought had his back. Disappointment was written all over his face as he stepped his foot out of that office. [Host Pharrell, this is the SIMPLING system, you have received ten thousand dollars, to be spent in the next two hours] Pharrell Crowley is ready to get to the top!

Maximus Crownguard hails from an unknown origin shrouded in mystery, known to be of humble beginnings as the son-in-law of a second-rate family. "Ma, where is Alexa?" he asked as he walked into the living room. The woman glared at Max and replied sharply, "Where else do you think my daughter would go other than work?" ------ Feeling a strange sense of foreboding, he nervously opened the message, but all it said was, "[Help]." He looked at his mother-in-law and coldly said, "Ma, where is Alexa?" as he exuded a deadly aura. The old woman didn't know why she felt a sense of danger when she saw the cold look in Maximus' eyes, so she blurted out without realizing, "She's at Chable Star Entertainment, she signed a contract with Mr. Chen." ------ "Who are you?!" Mr. Chen screamed in fear. The man turned and walked slowly towards Mr. Chen, saying, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is I will end your evil deeds." Mr. Chen's eyes widened as he saw the man's cold face and felt as if he was facing the God of Death. Suddenly, he felt excruciating pain in his right hand, realizing the man had crushed it. ------ "No problem, Mr. Crownguard. But which company are you planning to acquire?" the man inquired again. With a joyous smile, Max replied smoothly, "I want to acquire Chable Star Entertainment."

"DESTROY HIS DANTIAN!" Ma Durung shouted with a booming voice. Immediately, several disciples tightened their grip on Zhao Yun. The command from Ma Durung, the crown prince of the Ma Kingdom and a prodigious disciple of the Black Dragon Sect, was carried out without hesitation by his subordinates. Zhao Yun, forced to kneel with both his hands firmly restrained by two of Ma Durung's followers, was in a dire situation. His mouth was gagged with cloth, silencing any attempt to cry for help. Worse, his qi flow had been sealed by Ma Durung's personal guards, rendering him powerless to resist. With desperation in his eyes, Zhao Yun glanced toward his three closest friends. His gaze pleaded for their help, a silent cry for salvation. But to his dismay, his friends turned their faces away, avoiding his gaze entirely. Witnessing their betrayal, Zhao Yun could only grimace inwardly. Those he had considered friends, those he had always helped, had stabbed him in the back. A young, innocent man, left crippled with his dantian destroyed, the victim of envy from a royal prince and the betrayal of his three closest friends—this betrayal filled Zhao Yun with a profound sense of disbelief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. As he fought to survive the despair threatening to consume him, Zhao Yun was unexpectedly saved by a figure he deeply admired, someone he had always looked up to. Unbeknownst to him, this savior would present Zhao Yun with a choice that would shape his future. Will Zhao Yun redefine his purpose in life? What fate awaits him as he steps into an uncertain future?

"You!" She yelled, her eyes bulging from thier sockets and continued, "You still have the audacity to come here after all you did? What a ridiculous, shameless man." All eyes were on him and he lowered his head in shame, this was what he passed through every day. "Grandmother!" The familiar voice he knew and always cherished said amidst the many eyes that were on him. She walked towards him and held his hands sweetly. "You are not getting acquainted with him, Never! Not on my watch." She replied angrily and left. ~~~~ Elliot's life was a typical sham if that's the correct word for it, he has been shamed and bullied for every single mistake he did. But worser times, when he realised his Nana was sick and needed urgent money, he approached his in-laws, but he was shamed as usual. And just then, his life surprisingly took a turn. "Every single person who mocked me will live to bow down before me."

Friends, we all are aware that life is a journey as we live, we learn. Everyone has dream and expectations from life. Here, tells the story written by Lisa Onwuegbuna based on Business, Marriage, Love, Hardship, perseverance, and achievements of a man whose name is Elvis Wayas from Barbados who is so engrossed in fulfillment of his personal dreams and carefree of what others may think about ideologies, concept of life and view of things. I do hope you learn from this, even as you have a memorable and enjoyable ride through the Pages and Chapter of this Fictional Story.

Humans, robots, aliens, and energy life forms, all tend to like Tejeda for his easy-going personality, not knowing what lies beneath his ever-changing face. He is a Nubilae, a shapeshifting race known for their insanity. But Tejeda appears carefree and often amused even in the most perilous situations. His one-of-a-kind weapon of choice is a spoon, an old utensil that no one remembers anymore ever since eating has become obsolete. You will laugh at him. You will be scared by him. You will enjoy every step of his journey if you are a bit as crazy as he is. P.S. Full disclosure: Tejeda's character and plot revolve a lot around his immortality shenanigans. Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/QNZtVmVWc5 My website: https://helenbold.com

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.