Chapter 6 [Yandere! Male! Azula]Chapter 6 [Yandere! Male! Azula] by ScarletFlame26
Warning: If you can't handle violence, then this story is not meant to be read by someone your age then. Do not read it if you can't handle it. Also, if you do read it, it is solely your choice to do so, and don't blame me. I HAVE PUT UP A WARNING SO DO NOT REPORT MY STORY, AND THERE WERE OTHER TWO WARNINGS BEFORE THIS!
"And now, we begin," Azulian said, smirking, as he touched the refrained female with his fire engulfed hand. He touched the skin on her left arm, causing her to begin screaming in pain. However, the only sound the audience heard was a painful grunt because her screams were silenced by the gag in her mouth.
"I can't hear you in pain," Azulian snapped in displeasure, before his eyes widened a fraction, and a crazed expression appeared on his face. "I'll take care of that," He muttered darkly, before whirling his head towards
Chapter 7 [Yandere! Male! Azula]Chapter 7 [Yandere! Male! Azula] by ScarletFlame26
And before Azulian knew what he was doing, he screamed the name he hadn't in an eternity, and he did something he hadn't done till her funeral.
He cried a single tear as he shouted in surprise, "CYTHEREA, NO!"
Appa flew over the Boiling Rock as Fireballs were shot towards him. The flying bison flawlessly dodged all the oncoming attacks, before Katara and Aang bended the water and air around them, to camouflage themselves as a cloud, and soon, they blended in with the environment. No longer, were the guards able to see Team Avatar, and so, they began to shout commands at each other frantically.
"The Avatar is here! We must capture him!" A guard shouted, his eyebrows furrowing.
"And since when were you the boss!?" Another said, scoffing in annoyance. This caused the previous guard to get an anime vein, before he turned towards the offender in anger.
"What did you
Chapter 8 [Yandere! Male! Azula]Chapter 8 [Yandere! Male! Azula] by ScarletFlame26
Azulian eyes were bloodshot red as he stared at the female in front of him with his puffy, dry eyes. She laid peacefully on the bed he had settled her on, her hair spread messily behind her back on the bed. She was exactly like how she was before: dressed like a low-status member of the society, inferior to others... Just like a peasant. He thought, but this time, he felt his veins tug at the ends of his heart. This was because now, she wasn't just a peasant anymore. She was indeed his fiance, who is suppose to be dead.
But how was that possible?
His fiance looked nothing like the women in front of him, and certainly, she did not ever wear the color
Infatuation Sequel (2/2) LevixReaderMemories: everyone has them. Some good, some rotten. People love taking wonderful strolls down memory lane. This however, was not one of those times.Infatuation Sequel (2/2) LevixReader by awkwardjelly
Once again Levi was sitting, worried sick, in a dull white waiting room. Isabel was sitting next to him, swinging her legs off the chair, eyes locked with the clean tiled floor.
“So mommy knows you huh?” Isabel said, looking up at him.
He didn’t look at her back, but responded, “I did. We lost contact awhile ago.”
“So…” she smiled a little, “does that mean you can help mommy?”
Levi assumed that his dear (yn) wouldn’t want someone like him around her daughter. Not to mention that she wouldn’t want to see Levi.
“So… Your father isn’t returning? Is he dead?” Those words came out wrong, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“No. I just went to school one day and when I came home he wasn’t there. Mommy said he had to go.”
Nyo!BelarusxReader: My ObsessionNyo!BelarusxReader: My Obsession by Banshee-Scream
Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool
I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water
You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession
-Skillet My Obsession
"Please Belarus go away!" you shouted hiding behind you locked front door.
You could hear his nails scraping away at the wood of the door. It was only a matter of time before your Belarusian stalker got through the barrier between the two of you, "Niama!" [No] he shouted, "Come out _________, let's become one!"
Letting out a slight whimper you unconsciously gripped the knife in your hand tighter as you tried to get further and further into the corner. "Please please make it stop."
"________, this nasty door that is separating us is almost gone," with a loud crack the door flew off its hinges and there he stood. Nikolai Arlofsky; personification of Belarus, he w
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