"I WORE THE SMELL OF BLOOD AND DEATH LIKE PERFUME" I may have been angry at my mother and brother - but I was angrier at myself. Angry for the person I knew I was becoming. Drip. "One thousand nine hundred eighty-four." I felt it and I knew I couldn't stop it. Disclaimer: This book features gore, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, psychological issues, and overall extremely dark themes. If you are sensitive in some way to any of these, please read with caution. Cover by @imblacknblue Editing by @imblacknblue *all chapters are edited unless it says "unedited" at the top of the chapter

*THIS STORY IS NOT FOR EVERYONE, if you don't like it or it's not for you please don't read. Please don't report. This could be triggering for some readers so please read at your own discretion* A serial killer deviates from his typical victim type. He was aching for some fun. Although he isn't satisfied with her, in fact she makes him feel something. Something he's never felt before. She doesn't hate him, she isn't sure why, but she feels something for him too. Something completely unexpected.

Thirsty. that's all he could think about when he woke up, but no matter what he drank in never filled his thirst... he was scared of who he might harm

In a world where the concept of sects has changed and immortality is now a dream that is born from blood and death, Zhou Zishu fights to prepare a world where him and his soulmate may live the life that was stolen away. "The longing, it can kill you. Eat you alive from the inside out and no one would know. Sometimes I wonder if, after all the longing has dried up, I will discover that I am a mere husk of myself. That the wait has consumed me and I am no longer who he loved me to be. What do I do then?"

I inhaled her scent, making sure she wasn't on anything that I wouldn't want in my system, letting the sweet scent of her blood call to my hidden fangs. They descended and I nuzzled my way down her neck, teasing the flesh above the sweet spot before sinking my teeth into her, letting just a small taste of her blood touch my tongue. I savoured it, letting the flavours tell me all about her diet and health. Deciding that she was satisfactory, I allowed her blood to flow freely into my mouth while I held her still with one hand and... ********** Cover from Google Images ⚠️ 18 only or read at your own risk Very mature and sexual content and language 63k words

He was mysterious, unreadable, cold and expressionless. Something about him drew her to him and it interest her. Perhaps it interest her a little bit too much until.... "I will rip that pretty little face of yours off and eat it. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!" ( PLEASEEE I DONT EVEN LIKE HOW THIS STORY WAS EXECUTED OUT!! 😕 Mature, Psychotic and down right nasty content. Sorry for messups. )

Hunger. His stomach ached with pure hunger. His lips bled. His hands were nearly frozen shut by the freezing air around him. He couldn't move them if he tried. He could smell blood. Fresh circulating blood. The booze that had stained his breath had done little to numb the agony that tore at his lungs. The snow around him had reached his knees and its soaking-wet weight clung to his trousers like chains. His mind felt dreary, filled with a dull roar as he trenched closer and closer to the raw scent, closer to the pinprick of light that shone against the thick forest trees. It swam a little in front of him through tear-soaked eyes and he fought the urge to cough from his cotton-dry mouth. He licked at his cracked lips and continued to stumble through the snow. He couldn't feast, not tonight. But he could possibly find a distraction or two. A very delicious distraction.

Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.

This has some trigger warnings please don't read if you are sensitive to any of these topics ⚠sensitive topics⚠ ⚠sexual activities⚠ Overal this story is pretty 18 But who am I kidding, I'm not even 18 so just please just pay attention to the warnings 1A graduates in all its glory and Izuku gets better opportunities than he had ever hoped for, as he starts fighting crime in Tokyo. He becomes one of the biggest heros world wide and all his dreams seem to come true. Then why doesn't it feel right? Izuku always gets home exhausted and burries himself in work as if there is no tomorrow. He's doing what he loves and what he has always wanted, but then why does it feel empty and lonely? One day he gets a message for a 8 year reunion from his classmates. He's so excited to see every single one of them, hoping to get rid of the emptiness. Athough one person, he's hesitant about seeing: Kacchan, but he still replies with a positive answer, not knowing that night would change his life forever. Anyways I put a lot of effort in this story and I hope you enjoy

TW: Blood, death, murder, gore, disorders, yandere shit, toxic relationship, trauma I've been watching the two of you for awhile now. He clings to you like a wet T-shirt. disgusting and vulgar though I guess the same could be said about myself. I wish he wasn't clinging to you like that. If he wasn't his blood wouldn't have to be shed. I'll give him a week to leave you alone. If he doesn't then he's gone. ... "Sir, you've been suspected for the murder of **** *****." "Is that so?" "U-uh yes sir it is. Do you have any evidence that shows you aren't the killer?" "No. I killed him. I'm about to kill something else." "What are you planning?" "Planning on killing that sweet innocence of yours." ~Based off of Kuroko no Basuke~ [COMPLETED]