#mafia story

[whump-queen]

Dark Circuit Masterlist

Synopsis: Sora was nobody—a convenience store clerk scraping by in a city that chews people up and spits them out. It wasn’t much, but it was his. A job, a routine, a life that made sense. Until one wrong move puts him in the crosshairs of the Carvalli mafia—and everything he’s built is ripped away.

Under the sharp gaze of the enforcer Amira and the reckless chaos of Yoojin, he’s pulled into a world where loyalty is a weapon, and survival means knowing when to fight—or when to surrender.

But Carvalli isn’t just a criminal empire—it’s a labyrinth of secrets, and the past Sora thought he left behind is only just beginning to unravel.

Chapters:

Static Between Us

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[marskid11]

snake steals a bagel!!! (a comic I made for my illustration course)

[writerschapters]

Chapter 2

By the time we had the dining table set and the food dished out Dad had arrived home with dessert and…well the rest of our so-called family, Ares the oldest, Hades the middle and Phoenix the youngest. I smiled as I approached Dad, giving him a tight hug "Hi Dad, how was work?" I asked as I helped him with his bags and coat, Dad shrugged as he let me take them "It was fine, Mostly just idiots trying to run my kitchen again" he said, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. I give a quick nod to Ares despite there being a large age gap between us and the bad blood he isn't the worst of the three, Hades gives a once over as he walks past me, nothing but hatred and disgust in his eyes as he bumps my shoulder as hard as he could and then there was Phoenix who gave me that shitty smile of hers. "Arc, my littlest sister how are you?" she asked, I curled my lip at her "Hell a lot better when your stank ass wasn't stinking up the place," I said hanging Dad's jacket up, Phoenix only laughed as she places a hand on my arm "You can't still be mad about what I did, can you?" she asked and by the way she was smiling she looked smug as fuck that I still was so angry about it. I gave her my best sugary smile, something that my southern mother would be proud of "Hardly" I say trying hard not to imagine what she would look like eating the hardwood flooring, she only smiled as she headed into the living room, I turn in enough time to catch her tripping and landing onto the floor with a solid and loud Thump I turn my head away slapping a hand over my mouth trying hard not to giggle. but all I could hear was Leo who seemed to be closest to me "OH! Nix did you trip?" he said sounding everything like a southern boy, followed by Max "Oh Nix, Did Satan try and call you home again?" she asked, all sugar and sweet, I closed my eyes fighting back tears as Pheonix was mocked. I blew out a breath as I turned back around and walked to the living room, helping Nix brush off whatever imaginary injuries she thought she had, "Nix, I do hope you're ok?" I asked, as I helped her, way to the low-cut shirt, she only waved us off, as she stood "Yes, Yes I am fine, just a simple accident" She said, without really looking back at us.

My eyes lift to find which of my siblings, took to avenging me and my honour, I looked to Leo but he was too giddy and wouldn't be able to stop himself from mocking her nor would he be able to hold himself back from high-fiving me, my eyes switch to Max who looked a little too smug for someone innocent in the incident, I stared at her long enough to force her eyes to find mine she only smiled and winked at me, before taking the dessert in my hands and walking away. I rolled my eyes playfully, as Leo offered me his arm "My Lady, Would you allow me to take you to your seat" he said in a rich posh accent, I only smiled wrapping my arm in his and nodding "Why yes, Kind Sir" I say mimicking his accent, as he pretended to be some kind of rich nobles as he walked me to my seat, we continued our song and dance, pulling out my chair and giving me time to sit before pushing me in. I only snigger, as I sit beside my dad resting my head on my hand, and giving him a bright smile "You were saying something about people trying to run your business" I say trying to pull him into a conversation with me, Dad give me a pointed look as he turn to look at him "Uh-huh, you're not trying to distract me are you Arc?" he asks, as he takes a sip of his water, I only smile and shake my head "Hardly, I just think it sounds interesting" I say, as Max places plates in front of dad and me. "Yeah, Dad! I want to hear about your day" Leo asks, as he takes his plate from Max, Dad turns his head to Leo his eyes squinting "Why do I feel like the pair of you are hiding something from me?" He says, his eyes bouncing between us, Leo looks at him innocence blinking back at him "What would we be hiding? It's not like Arc is pregnant" Leo says laughing, Dad laughs too, but I don't pause, only laughing when Dad and Leo look at me "Hahaha Yeah, Dad It's not like I'm pregnant" I say, reassuring them. I quickly take a bite of my food, following it with a sip of water, Leo freezes, and his eyes widen a little as he takes a sip of his water, Max slides in next to me "What are we talking about?" She asks, as she picks up a piece of crab, Dad shakes his head "Nothing apparently, But I think the twins are hiding something from me" Dad says biting into his crab leg. Leo turned to Max smiling and shaking his head "You know Dad, he's just being paranoid" Leo said, as he sipped his water, Max only nodded her head as she slid a tub of lemon and garlic dipping sauce down the table "Doesn't mean he's not right to be a paranoid brother" She says, as she licks off the sauce from her fingers. Leo only mocks her with his hand "' Doesn't mean he's not right Who's side are you on!" he asks his voice feigning hurt, I jump a little when his fist thumps off the table, and I jump again my head snapping to the far end of the table "Why must you all act like children!" Hades shouts, I roll my eyes turning my eyes to my plate "Maybe because we're not stuck up" Leo shouts back.

[filthy-mudeoki]

Villains can fall in love

This villain did.

[delphiealmond]

Hold up ✋

Did I just figure out the entire plot to my third mafia story? Before the second one is even done????

Stop, wait, it’s so good… 🤫🤫🤫🤫

Help.

I can’t wait. I wanna write it now!!!

[ghostpepp]

Hi I’m thinking of writing a book tell me what you think of my idea

(Teacher by day mafia boss by night.)

Teaching 9th grade history is what you love doing teaching others about the past ,current and what could happen in future. But as soon as school bells ring. And the sun starts to set. You rule your cities most feared mafia.

(Also I would appreciate comments :D

[l3ssli3-511]

I'm currently working on a new book, the first in a series, but I'm not sure if it's something people will actually read.

Genres will be Romance and Mystery/Thriller

It takes place in the far future

The main characters are Latinx

LGBTQ+ characters

I'm trying to include diverse characters

Doesn't stereotype cultures, mental health, etc.

The overall story is about a set of triplets who are trying to balance rebuilding their family's business and creating something of their own with their partners; this is after humanity has rebuilt Earth and inhabited it. As the trio is doing so they start to realize a group of powerful people are trying to control most of everyone they associate with and their family. As they start to investigate people start to disappear or die all around them...

[chaoticremnants-wattpad]

I have a lot of muse for a mafia book I'd love to write BUT I have a dilemma. I based the main character off of Vinnie Hacker so I'm debating on if I should keep it as Vinnie or change the last name and make it a different OC name 😭 I'm torn but I love love love the story I wrote out for him. I even made the book cover with V on it so hmmmmm

[acornwinter]

‘Divide them, place doubt into their minds. They will not get very far if we go through with this,,

Luna Mizuki:

OC, Former heiress; Military strategist to the former Japanese mafia, now Japanese empire.

Species: Demonic Godly entity- Space and Void.

:)

[narikang]

own creations {SILENT CRY}

[Fluff]

this is honestly originally a san from Ateez FF, but I couldn't go through with it and it didn't sit right with me so I changed the names, I decided to just be it's own book. This honestly came to me as a K-drama

[CHAPTER 1] -The big day-

The sound of a piano can be heard throughout the church, people stood up and looked down the aisle as they awaited for the bride. The groom stood there with the priest waiting for his beloved as he bit the inside of his cheek, getting nervous while he intertwined his fingers, then smiled as he saw his bride walk down the aisle.

There she was, the bride, she was wearing a beautiful off the shoulder wedding dress with a veil to cover her beautiful face, and in her hands a bouquet of different beautiful white and blue flowers to complement her.

She smiled through the veil as she saw her future husband standing there, waiting for her. No one accompanied her as she walked down the aisle, which broke her heart deep down but kept walking, head held high, and arrived standing in front of her fiance, the priest started speaking as the love birds looked at each other.

“Friends, we have come today in the presence of God and these witnesses at the invitation of Edward Choi and Lila Kang to share in the joy of their wedding. This outward celebration we shall see and hear is an expression of the inner love and devotion they have in their hearts.”An old woman in the crowd blows her nose as the young women, who were behind the bride, who were the bridesmaids, wipe their tears away as they watch their friend get married.

The priest continued “Will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in the holy covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her so long as you both shall live? If so, answer, 'I do.'"The priest looked at the man and without hesitation he smiled at his betrothed and said softly "I do" his future wife blushes as she smiles from underneath the veil and the priest continues “Will you, Lila Kang, have this man, Edward Choi, to be your Husband; to live together in the holy covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him so long as you both shall live? If so, answer, 'I do.'"The bride Continued to smile and nodded while sniffling "I do" the crowd started to smile as they watched.

"May the groom please say his vows" the priest says while looking at him and San clears his throat."Well I didn't really write anything down" he chuckles nervously then looks at the crowd then back at his fiance."Because I don't really need to, cause I can say millions and millions of things why I would marry you and they still wouldn't be enough to explain how much I love you and why I want to be with you, Lila you have brought joy into my life and the first woman to ever make me feel complete and for you I'd do anything, I'd cross heaven and hell for you" he says as he continues to stare at her then grabs her hands.

"Not even the god above can take you away from me my love" Lila started to cry more while keeping a smile on her face."Now will the wife please say her vows" the priest said once Edward was done. His soon to be wife sniffled as she looked at her soon to be husband and kept holding his hands, "Eddie, you made me the most happiest woman alive and words can't describe how I feel for you, when I'm with you it feels like I'm on cloud 9, you're like my other half, you know me better than I ever could, growing up I didn't really have anyone there for me, it was so hard to love myself that… That I almost gave up on myself and the world, but you save me" she starts crying again and Edward tears up as he hears her.

"Eddie… Thank you, because of you I learned to love this world, and I'm slowly learning to love myself, god I just wanna kiss you so bad" They chuckle in unison then Lila reaches up to cup his cheek and wipe his tears away with her thumb and says "I love you for a thousand years and I'll love you for a thousand more"The priest breaks the small moment and says while a little boy comes over with a pillow that has the rings

“Though small in size these rings are large in significance. Made of precious metal, they remind us that love is not cheap, nor common; indeed love is to be cherished.” The couple take the rings and put them on each other's fingers and the little boy leaves, going over to his mother to join and watch the rest of the wedding.

“By the authority vested in me by the state of Namhae, South Gyeongsan, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The priest says as he takes a step back and Edward lifts the veil above Lila’s head to reveal her face and cups her cheeks getting closer and kisses her lips softly, Lila kisses him back while Edward hands move down to her hips and wrap around her as she wrap's her arms around Edward’s neck and deepens the kiss as the audience go wild and some people cry while watching.

The now bride pulls away from the now husband and turns around facing the priest and throws the bouquet, the woman rush to grab it but one of the men ended up grabbing it making all the woman look at him and throw flirty stares his way, till a man goes over to him and snakes his arm around the other man's waist making some girls drop their jaw and the two men kissed Lila was chuckling while she clapped and soon after everyone was done being surprised they also started clapping.

Edward took Lila’s hand and she looked at him then he leaned forward quickly and pecked her on the lips and she giggled then they both started walking down the aisle while greeting some of the guest, an young woman came over with a baby who was sound asleep in her arms, Lila held her arms out for the baby, and the young woman handed her over to the girl.

Lila held the baby close to her chest and looked up at her beloved.The baby stayed sound asleep in Lila’s arms as Edward squeezed her cheeks lightly and chuckled, “I still can't get over how much she looks like you�� Edward whispered then pecked his wife's cheek, more people surrounded them to see the baby as they were all in awe as they saw the little one.

“You’re father couldn’t make it today… But I'm sure he loved you dearly, ``the older woman who was Lila’s mother, Nanami, said.“I know, I just wish he could be here” Lila said as she smiled sadly at the child then at her mother.Her mother sighed then spoke “It's okay my dear, maybe he’ll show up” Lila nodded slightly, then they started walking out the door where more people greeted them, they all waved and cheered for the couple, some giving blessings, and some saying congratulations.

They made their way to the back of the church where there was a big photoshoot on one side for everyone to take pictures then on the other side, sets of tables everywhere for a feast. Waiters came out to put food on the tables and showed people to their seats.Edward’s mother came over and asked Lila if she could hold the small child, Lila nodded while smiling and gently handed the small baby to her mother-in-law, Edward took Lila’s hand making his wife look up at him and smile, they both started walking to their table.

Edward, being the gentleman that he is, grabbed the chair and pulled it back to let his wife sit down, once she sat he pushed the chair in a bit then went to his seat, as his wife thanked him, and sat down.

After everyone took their seats, they all started doing a toast one by one, making each other laugh, and some even making each other cry from how emotional their toast was.

As the night started to fall, people said their goodbyes, hugging and high fiving each other. The beloved couple went home with their child, who was only one year old and named Melody Ah-Young Choi.

Once they had arrived home, Edward brought his little girl to her bedroom in her crib to sleep while Lila went to the bathroom to shower. On that night everyone was sound asleep and happy.

[cf-377]

A NEW SERIE IM MAKING!!

Title: Love and Lies

Detective + singer (Ruthless diva)

(14) 16+ - "it's rated 16+ due to mature themes like violence, adult language, and sensitive topics. It’s intended for older teens who can handle complex subjects, but without explicit or overly graphic content."

Category: Psychological Thriller, Crime Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Drama, noir, Thriller.

Down you'll see what it's about!

UNDER CUT

The story follows a young, ambitious singer who is desperate for fame but doesn’t know how to get there. She’s been struggling in the shadows, overlooked and stuck in a life she can't escape. When she crosses paths with a ruthless mafia leader who offers her an easy way out, she doesn’t hesitate. His proposition? Steal from her parents to fund her dream, and in return, he’ll help her climb the ladder to superstardom. She does it, and true to his word, he helps her secure her place at the top.

But there’s a catch: he falls in love with her. She doesn’t feel the same way—he’s just a means to an end, someone too blinded by his own obsession with her to see the truth. He proposes, and she says yes—not out of love, but because his power guarantees her safety, wealth, and influence. The marriage is a business deal, and she uses him like a puppet, playing the role of a dutiful wife while secretly pursuing her own desires.

Years pass, and she becomes an untouchable icon. The number one singer, adored by millions, with a perfect life on the surface—fans worship her, and she has a boyfriend, but he means nothing. He's just a cover to keep people from knowing the truth: she’s married to a mafia kingpin. She’s cold, calculating, and ruthless. Money and power are her only true loves. She’s addicted to the thrill of her success, to the high of drugs and the feeling of being untouchable. She’ll do anything to keep it all.

But what she doesn’t know is that someone’s been watching her all along. A private detective, hired by someone from her past, has been following her every move. He knows about her theft, her dark dealings, and the lies she’s living. He’s been gathering evidence, waiting for the right moment to expose her.

As the story unfolds, the detective closes in on her, and she starts to feel the weight of her actions. Her perfect life begins to unravel as cracks start to appear in her empire of lies. The mafia husband she used to climb the ladder begins to show signs of losing control, and her relationship with him grows more toxic. She’s no longer sure if the man she’s married to is the one who’s protecting her or the one who might destroy everything she’s built.

Her addiction to money, fame, and power continues to grow, but so does the threat of exposure. The detective, having gathered enough evidence, is closing in. He knows she’s dangerous, and the more he uncovers about her, the more he realizes she’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect her empire, no matter who she destroys in the process.

The climax could reveal her slowly starting to lose control over her own life. As the detective prepares to confront her, she’ll have to make a choice: fight to keep her empire intact and risk everything, or come clean and face the consequences of her actions. Will the mafia kingpin still protect her, or will he finally turn on her when the truth comes to light? And in the end, will she learn that the cost of fame and power is higher than she ever imagined?

As the detective continues his covert investigation into the singer's life, he begins to observe more than just her criminal behavior. At first, he sees her as nothing more than a target, a person to be exposed for her actions. He’s hired by her parents, who want their money back and justice for what she’s done. But as the days go by, something unexpected happens—he starts to notice the little things that no one else sees.

It starts with the way she moves, the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes when she thinks no one is watching. He notices how, despite her cold exterior, she sometimes pauses before a performance, a moment of quiet hesitation where she seems like a lost girl rather than a star. He catches the way she tenses when a fan gets too close, or how she quickly hides her face in public, always careful to keep up her image. She’s guarded, always putting on a perfect façade, yet there's a sadness behind her smile, a loneliness that even her fame can’t fill.

But it’s more than just these small gestures. The detective sees the subtle kindnesses she shows to those she doesn’t have to—like when she quietly donates to a charity or the rare moments she lets her guard down with her few trusted people. He sees her addiction, her need for control, but he also sees her desperation. It’s as if she’s trapped in her own life, unable to escape the monster she’s become. She’s a prisoner of her fame, and despite all the power, wealth, and attention she has, she seems hollow.

There’s a moment that shakes him to the core—he’s following her one night, watching from a distance as she’s at a private gathering. He sees her laugh with her friends, a genuine laugh, and for the first time, the detective wonders: Is there anyone in her life who sees her for who she really is? In that moment, it dawns on him that maybe she’s not just a criminal, not just a cold, calculated person, but someone who’s been broken by the very system that made her successful.

He starts to empathize with her, maybe even pity her. The more he observes, the more he feels like he’s falling for the person he was supposed to expose. Her mask begins to slip, and he realizes that her evil might just be a consequence of a life she never really chose, of a need to survive in a world that doesn’t care about the cost of success.

Then, the twist deepens: the detective’s connection to her parents isn’t just professional—he’s a long-lost relative. Her parents, desperate to get their money back, knew he was the only one who could get close to her without her realizing his true intentions. His heart is torn. He wasn’t just hired to expose her; he was brought in because he’s connected to the very people she betrayed.

As the investigation goes deeper, so does his struggle. He can’t help but feel sympathy for her, and the line between right and wrong becomes blurred. He finds himself questioning his own motives—should he finish what he started and bring her down, or does she deserve a chance to redeem herself?

Her life starts to spiral in ways he hadn’t expected. Her mafia husband, who’s become increasingly paranoid, begins to notice the detective’s presence. In a moment of weakness, she confides in him, not knowing he’s the one who’s been following her. She tells him the truth about the man she married—the lies, the manipulation, the cost of it all. The detective is now caught between loyalty to his family, his growing feelings for her, and the realization that exposing her might destroy her completely.

In the end, he makes a decision. Instead of taking her down, he goes to her with a choice. He can expose her—destroy everything she’s built—or help her escape, but only if she’s willing to change. She’s at a crossroads too. Her addiction, her obsession with fame and money, has pushed everyone away, and now she’s left with nothing but the twisted life she’s built.

But the question remains: Can she change?

She’ll have to choose between redemption and keeping her empire. But can she truly escape the darkness she’s created for herself?

[syrens-cafe]

"The Mafia. The cold, power hungry, bloodlusted, merciless and unfeeling, mafia."

Those words were uttered by none other than the newly acquainted regular that sat to the far end of the dining room, whom had nothing more than a piping hot cup of green tea atop his table. He wore a large coat over a his peeking dress shirt, his tall, black leather boots were so polished that they looked as if he were wearing mirrors, and his hair was slicked back from his face.

Sorin stared blankly into Lesta's eyes, clutching the tray that rested the kettle, the sugar jar and the milk jug; he was unnerved.

"So what is it you're trying to say? That I should be scared..?"

Lesta looked away from Sorin's face, and glued his eyes to his name tag; Lesta smirked and said, "It's not that, it's the fact that you wear that name tag so proudly. That you should be scared of."

Sorin tilted his head as he lifted the tray off of the table, trying to subtly distance himself from this enigma.

"Excuse me..?"

"*sigh* Look, 'Sorin', you're not who you think you are; I would know the real you because we've met before."

Lesta, calf over thigh, reached for his cup of tea. Before Sorin could question, Lesta, with the rim up to his lips, continued, "I was there when you graduated, when you started applying for university, when your father died...,".

Lesta paused as he took a sip, the suspense as painful as the itch in Sorin's hollow socket.

"..And when you lost your eye..."

Sorin blinked twice. Does this man really know that much about me?, he thought, anxiety swelling within his chest. But as he really thought about it, not only did he not know himself what became of these events, but he was also blocked off from knowing about them entirely.

Up until now, the only memories he recalled were not ones he made himself, but of the things his family and friends let him in on; he was storing information without any reference to call his own.

He would wake up every day with dreams of his childhood self, knowing not a thing about what he wanted to be back then, the friends he made or lost, the faces of classmates and teachers, nor how old he was when his father died.

And as he looked long and hard at his clutched tray, trying to push down these doubts, he couldn't resist the urge to ask:

"Who are you really, Lesta..?"

[writerschapters]

Chapter 1

I stared at the countertop, counting the flicks of different materials. So far, I counted five near the edge of the counter and six near the pregnancy box. I was counting a different set of flicks when my phone went off.

The timer finally lets out that annoying tune. I was terrified of the result; the pregnancy test sat upside down, and my hands trembled as I lifted the test right side. I didn't want to look, but I knew this moment would change my life and potentially countless others.

I could practically feel my heart in my throat; I flipped the test, and a soundless scream came out. There they were, two perfectly straight pink lines. How could this happen? I thought of every time we had sex. Had he slipped off the condom? Or had it burst? All the what-ifs ran through my head. I was meticulous in my birth control.

I turn and throw myself to the toilet, feeling the urge to be sick rise in my throat, and it bursts out. God, I hate being sick. I finish throwing up and start pulling myself out of the toilet when I hear knocking at the bathroom door.

I whip my head to the door, then to the counter. I swipe the pregnancy test off the counter, ripping open the cabinet door and throwing the test in, slamming it shut, 

The bathroom door slowly opens, creaking. I turn to find Leo leaning on the door frame.

“Hey, Arc, how are you feeling?” he asks, walking into the bathroom and kneeling beside me. I jumped when he started to rub my back, and he started shushing me when I began to gag.

He got up and left the bathroom, only to return with a wet dish towel. He pulled me away from the toilet, and he slowly whipped my mouth to clean off the sickness from my mouth.

I groan. “God, I hate this!”. Leo laughs, lifting my right arm over his shoulder and pulling me up from the floor. “Yeah, I know you hate it”, he says, pulling me closer and letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

I blew out a breath, and Leo gagged. “God, Arc, don't fucking breathe on me”, he said, pulling me down the corridor, “Sorry,” I said, letting my head drop down, and he put me down on the couch.

He patted my shoulder, leaving me to return with a bin, a jar of honey, a tub of sugar, and a spoon. He scooped a spoonful of sugar and squirted some honey onto the spoon.

“Here, Arc, this will give you some sugar back,” he said, holding it close to my mouth. I shakily opened my mouth, letting him feed me the spoonful of sugar.

I grimace when the spoon clicks against my teeth; I suck on my front teeth trying to get rid of the sensation of the metal on my tooth; I blow out a breath again, making Leo gag.

“Man, I should have made you brush your teeth first,” he said, gagging over the bin. He got up and walked back into the kitchen. I could hear him shuffling around, opening and closing cabinet doors, and the tap turning on and off.

He came back with a glass of water and another damp towel. I barely mustered the strength to pull my arm up, but I managed. I could see it shake. I lift it, waiting for Leo to give me the damp towel.

“Not quite yet. I'm getting you a toothbrush and toothpaste 'cause Damn, your breath smells like death,” he said, placing the glass on the coffee table; he walked away, probably towards the bathroom, and he returned moments later with said toothbrush and toothpaste.

I had to let him brush my teeth, and I hated it. It felt awful that I couldn't do a basic task for myself. I wanted to scream my head off, but I sucked it up for the briefest of moments so that I could gather my strength back faster.

I spat some water into the bin, clearing my mouth of leftover toothpaste. Then, I leaned back onto the couch, feeling some weight lift off my back.

“Sooo… Arc Max is home today,” Leo says, sitting beside me and pulling the glass of water up for me to drink. I made a great face, which meant the rest of the family was coming for dinner.

“Don't pull that Face Arc. You know how happy he is when we’re together?” he said, holding the cup to my face and waiting for me to drink it. I sipped the water before I spoke.

“GOD, that means I need to make a fuck tone of food” I slump into the couch, trying to figure out a meal plan that could work out for all of us and would result in less bitching.

“Haha, don't think so, Arch. You're sick, and I don't need that, and neither does anyone else, " he said, placing the cup on the table. He then threw the comfiest couch pillow and the warmest blanket at me.

“Plus, I don't know if they are coming, especially since Dad knows,” he said. I rolled my eyes. I remember dinner, watching those two wander out of the bathroom together, her looking dishevelled and him with the look I knew all too well.

I Gagged again. Leo kicked the bin under me while I threw up again, and I whipped my mouth, fighting the urge to throw up once more. I blew out my breath, and Leo patted me on the back. I tried to wave him off, but my hand only hit the bucket instead, nearly sending the bucket of vomit flying.

“OH FUCK” Leo shouted, shooting his hand out to stop the bucket from tipping over, “Arc be careful. I don't want to be cleaning up your sick,” he said, standing.

I look towards the door, hearing a set of keys jingling. Leo turns towards the door, and we watch as the door swings open, revealing our sister, Max. Leo turns and whispers, “You are spooky when you do that.” I laugh and whisper, “I heard the keys at the door.” He looks at me like I’m nuts.

I shrug my shoulders and attempt to get up, but Leo grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. “Nope, sit back down. I’ll help Max.” Patting me on the shoulder and using me as a push-off point, I lay back on the couch.

Pulling the blanket back down on top of me, I am listening to Max and Leo talk shit in the kitchen. I laugh when Max says something about not doing something right, and then I bolt straight up; I had to hide the pregnancy test and the box before someone found it. I wrapped my blanket tighter around myself and pulled myself up into a sitting position, taking a moment when the room decided it would be great to start spinning. Before standing up, I crept out of the living room into the hall and the bathroom. I bent down, feeling the urge to throw up coming back to me, but I did what I could to swallow the urge to vomit again. I carefully pull open the cabinet door, stopping it halfway before it creaks. I shuffle around, trying to find both the test and the box. I dry heave a little as I move a few bottles of soap and spare period products. “I guess I won’t be needing those anymore,” I mutter as I find the box hidden in the far reaches of the cabinet. I pull the box out haphazardly, nearly dropping it when I hear Max’s voice. “Arc, Leo just told me you threw up at school. Are you ok?” she asks as she pushes the door open, revealing herself in her military uniform. I peek from over the cabinet, giving her a quick smile as I try and stuff the box into the inside of my trousers, flipping my top over it, “Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine”, I say, as I close the cabinet door “I was looking for those anti-sick pills dad keeps on hand” I say, trying to come up with a believable lie. Max nodded her head as she walked into the bathroom, forcing me to take several steps back. I did not want her to see the non-existent bump that I had, as if my eldest sister had X-ray vision and could see the little secret I had hidden under my clothes. I watched as she pulled at the drawer on the counter, flicking through it before a triumphant “Ah-ha,” turning around and handing me a little packet. “Arc, why would you look for them in the cabinet rather than the drawer, where they usually are?” she asks. I reach out and take the packet; I shrug my shoulders before I answer, “I guess I didn’t see them, and my next logical step was to check the cabinet”, I say, giving her a quick smile. Max squinted her eyes at me, giving me a once over before she walked out of the bathroom, she paused by the doorway turning her head to me, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” she asked quietly, I knew what she was talking about and it broke my heart a little, I didn’t like talking about him, let alone her on a good day and especially not right now. I give her a weak smile and say, “Yeah, I know.” I wrap the blanket around me tighter, take a moment, and give her one of my fake smiles. “You better go and help Leo before he burns down the kitchen. Dad put him on a permanent hiatus from cooking since the noodles incident,” I say. Max gave me a curious look before we heard a clatter and a bang, followed by Leo shouting, “Everything is fine, and nothing is on fire”.

[cherxyx]

Window

1. Curiosity Kills The Cat

Warnings: Murder, gun, grabbing, mentions of seasonal depression, a lot of inner self-dialogue, takes place in June and mid-summer, Screaming, crying. Mixed reader with curly hair (not mentioned in this chapter). All are welcomed to read but I want to self-insert with being mixed and having curled hair.

Song: She Knows by J Cole

Chapter 2

It has been hot all this week. June was always the worst during the summer season. A lot of heat waves and traffic, making it difficult for you to get home during classes—"Y/N" You redirect your attention to your classmate, Jack, "Sorry, I was distracted…um, what do you need?" "You ok? You've been 'distracted' for the previous two weeks," he said, using quotation marks around distracted. Highlighting his suspicion.

"If I'm being honest, I haven't been feeling well. Seasonal depression is kicking my ass right now," you murmured, returning your gaze to the window to avoid seeing Jack's expression. All you could do was cringe at yourself. Why will it always be so hard to open up? "I'm not trying to vent to you," you murmured as you watched the stars slowly show in the night sky. "It's fine, Y/N. You are welcome to vent to me; my mother suffers from seasonal depression as well. I know about it all."

All the more reasons to avoid venting to him, you thought.

Oh no, mom. I forgot to call her back last night, or was it Tuesday? No, it had to be last night. "Can you tell me what day it is?" you asked. "Friday, why". I haven't called her in almost three days. "Y/N!" exclaimed Jack. You quickly turned around to face him. "Stop doing that," he said, "doing what?"

"That," he explained, you were still confused. "You always appear to be in your head, as if your mind is just a working machine. All you do is just think. You may not convey it verbally, but your facial expressions do.", he quickly said. "I'm sorry". Jack sighed and started talking and you went right back to thinking. He will never understand the feeling of never being able to talk about his feelings or always being ignored or talked over. Perfect Jack would never understand that.

Jack is one of the most popular students at our nursing school. He's attractive, but his family ruin his reputation. A snubby and superior complex isn't cute anymore. "I'm sorry for not talking, but school is over now," you said, just to get him away so you could be alone. "I have a long walk and it's hot outside, I can't stay for as long as you can". Gathering your things together, Jack grabbed you by your elbow as you rose from your seat.

“You have been acting like this since you've been in this school. Are you sure it's seasonal depression? I mean it summer time now” he said. “I’m sure, sounds like you don't know it well after all." Pausing, "Jack if you ever touch me like that again, I'll beat your ass,” you said. After another awkward pause, you finally said “Bye Jack”.  He watched as you walked to the side door and left.

When you finally made it outside. You make sure to take off the student coat before walking again. As you walked, you noticed the bright lights hung in the trees; the small business stores were all closed now. Your favorite store is closed and it looks so dull, but it does look nice when the shop is open. Seeing yourself in the reflection and seeing how messy you looked, kept you moving on.

All the summer lights turned on with the cute summer clothes in the window. You made an effort to walk a little slower to take time for yourself, even if you were tired. I'm already ashamed about not having a car, so let's not add to that by being a tired bitch. You thought to yourself as you tried to move away from the spit that was on the ground.

You were taking a break when you heard laughter and noticed a group of people walking together. It made you miss your best friend. She was back in your hometown with her husband and two children.

Perhaps that's why you're like this, you reason. You're out of your element, haven't made any friends, haven't gone out, lived alone, and are now the "new girl" in school. Summer break coming up wasn't helping either.

It's not like the summer season will always be unpleasant; it could be an undesirable cause of your seasonal depression. Hopefully, "Everything takes getting used to," you tell yourself again. When you go past the usual water fountain in the park, you mentally note that you're getting close to your apartment.

Getting closer to your apartment complex, You heard a scream as you walked by the park. You came to a halt and took a glance around your surroundings. Nobody. You look around again before resuming your walk, Walking faster. Your rapid pace got you to your apartment complex faster than usual. You step in with a deep sigh.

During the summertime, you always remember to say hello to the homeless man who lives outside the complex. He always waves back. What a nice guy, you think as you make your way up to the third level. All of the elevators were "broken." You giggle. They'll never fix them.

When you arrived at your apartment, you took out your keys and entered. You stared at the hallway that was littered with shoes and jackets on the floor. A glance to your right revealed a kitchen full of dishes and leftover food from dinner. You sighed, knowing that you weren't able to get it cleaned at the moment. Finals for your nursing school are approaching, and you have yet to complete an actual day of work.

You take off your shoes and kick them to the nearest clean location. "I'll pick it up later," you said. You make your way to the living room; you're surprised at how tidy it looks. It's clean because you only had enough energy to stay in bed.

Even though your room isn't that messy, which is surprising. You were still only cleaning up in your room and bathroom since you were scared and afraid of attracting pests. You went to your room and changed into comfy clothes. You wanted to shower, but you needed to clean the kitchen and hallway first. No point in showering if I'm going to clean and get dirty again. Hopefully, it will also help clear your mind.

You put music on your TV in the living room. The first song on your relaxing playlist was Snooze by SZA. Then you got to it. Start by opening the windows and lighting a summer candle. The hallway would come first, followed by the trash.

After 2 hours of deep cleaning, you were finally finished and ready to sleep. You blew out your strawberry shortcake-scented candle and then closed the windows. You were at the back window when you noticed someone running to the back of your apartment complex. You could tell they were bloody and clearly in distress. You were on the verge of screaming at them and asking what was wrong when you paused. What if it's a trap? you questioned.

Living in one of the worst places in the city, you had to remind yourself that cases like this happen daily. You were going to close the window since you weren't sure what to do when you noticed a group.

Close the window. What's happening though.

You closed the window but were peeking through the blind. Curiosity had gotten the better of you. The person attempted to turn around, but more people emerged from the shadows to stop him. Should you contact help now? You questioned. A million questions were racing through your mind. You've never been in this type of situation before. A man approached the person who was now trapped and said something that you couldn't hear.

You guessed what the person had said because the person pulled out a gun on the guy. Then, BOOM. A loud bang rang out. You dropped to the ground. Because of the noise and knowing what happened, you screamed.

Dogs had started barking, and when you looked you noticed that some neighbors had turned on their lights. They'll call for help. You were still frozen in shock from the incident that you didn't realize if people still heard you or not. You got on your knees to see if they left or not. As if on cue with your music, the entire group was staring up at your window. Your body finally sprung into action and you backed away from the window.

You were uncontrollably shaking and crying against the back of your couch. The only thought that could process in your head was what your mom used to say all the time…

Curiosity kills the cat.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons: Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

Yandere Conman x Rich Married Fem Reader x Yandere ‘Neglectful Tycoon’ Husband

TW: Yandere themes, a man trying to get you to cheat, manipulation, neglectful husband, dark themes, and unhealthy relationship dynamics that should not be romanticized

Glen Magenta had always been a conniving individual since childhood. A natural born flirt who always got his way. Hell, he hardly ever heard the word no.

He was charismatic and romantic so it was easy for him to scam rich, lonely women trapped in loveless marriages. All he had to do was say pretty words and keep them company and he was able to drink the sweet nectar of their riches…

This time, he set his sights on the wife of a wealthy business tycoon named (your name). A delicate young woman with such sad eyes. She would be such easy prey… or so he thought

He introduced himself to her as Magnus Markley, a starving artist who has been utterly bewitched by her… but rather than fall instantaneously for his charms, she simply glanced at him like he was nothing. Was she not flattered by his good looks? By his sweet words and charming smile? How? She was known to be neglected by her husband in social circles.

(Your name) was the beautiful wife of Salvatore Urso. The wife Sal hardly gave any time to and yet she had no interest in an affair.

“I’m flattered, but I’m married.” Her soft voice replied to him as she showed that expensive ring that bordered on being gaudy. Magnus thought it was hideous… he never understood why the upper class had such awful taste, but at least Mister Urso had decent taste in his woman. (Your name) was going to be more difficult to catch than he thought… but he’d make the effort. After all, he enjoyed the hunt.

Glen truly committed to the character of Magnus Markley he created. He was a romantic and easily charmed (your name)’s closest friends in her social group. They were far easier to charm like his many conquests before (your name) yet she was the big fish he wanted… she would be the richest of any woman he’s seduced over the years. If Glen was able to capture her heart, he’d be set for life! He’d never have to work again… plus her husband was never around!

All Glen needed to do was work his way into her heart… even if he had to go through other women in order to do it. His greed had no bounds

Magnus was now often in the same circles (your name) ran with. She now saw him at every social gathering as he slowly wormed his way past her defenses by getting into her friend group to find out her hobbies. She enjoyed book club? He just joined to try to find inspiration for his art! She adored bird watching with the girls? Well, he was there to find an idea to paint!

Months went by into his plan. Hours of work went into his attempts to chip away at the walls around her heart and he finally made a crack… it seemed (your name) enjoyed having a genuine friend. Not that he was truly genuine.

(Your name) sat with him as they discussed books and music. Her sad face lit up warmly as she’d shyly talk of her interests. He’s never met a victim of his that was so cute.

He could see himself genuinely being with her. She was so sweet! How could someone be so sweet? Her husband was a fool for not being with her all the time!

The more he learned about her the more he began to falter with his goal. She was once a waitress at a restaurant before Sal married her? He never knew that… he had always thought she came from money since she was so prim and proper. Sal often bought her extravagant gifts? He had assumed her husband didn’t care much for her… but it seemed he did care. Sal cared far too much for his wife to the point it was terrifying.

(Your name) shared how most of her friends went missing after a while and that it was lonely, but her husband always cheered her up. That he’d take her to the best Italian restaurants each time and then he’d take her out on their balcony and make her limoncello to sip with him as they watched fireworks together.

It seemed he stumbled across a rabbit hole he should have never went down the more he learned. This young woman wasn’t a simple business tycoon’s wife… her husband was a part of the mob.

Glen couldn’t help but want to save her. She had no idea she was associated with the mob… that she was in danger!

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to be selfish. He had enough to be able to relocate them to another country, he just had to convince her to flee… but he didn’t cover his tracks fast enough. Sal already caught wind of him.

Before he knew it, he was gagged and bound in a metal chair on the back of a ship on the sea. Cinder blocks were tied around each of his legs with heavy metal chains. Sal stood above him with a cigar in hand.

“I looked into you, Magnus or should I say… Glen.” Sal told the conman as he exhaled his cigar smoke. “Real piece of work, you are. Did you think I would let you try to take my wife?”

Glen gulped as Sal held up a pistol to him.

“I-I had no idea you cared so much for your wife-“

“Care for her?” Sal chuckled as his heavy accent dripped with venom, “I’m obsessed with her. She’s my darling wife and I’ll be damned if I let some schmuck get his greasy little fingers on her.”

Glen felt tears well up in his eyes. “Please, Sal. I’ll skip town, I’ll never talk to her again-“

“Yeah right, I found your little diary filled with love notes and your plan to convince her to run away with you.” Sal stood up with the gun still pointed. “Like hell I’d let you live. Rats like you need to be exterminated early.”

Glen felt tears roll down his face as Sal shoved the barrel into his mouth.

“Such a shame I have to get rid of another one of her friends, but she’ll be okay. I’m all amore mio needs.”

A gunshot rang out in the empty sea before a loud splash followed.

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