Karma Akabane X Reader

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

The financially disadvantaged student I was sponsoring secretly went behind my back and sold my small island, which was worth two billion dollars. I was furious and confronted her, but she publicly slandered me in front of the entire school. She exclaimed, "I saw you doing unspeakable things with eighteen men on that island! You're still young and you can't keep making mistakes like this. I sold the island for your own good!" I was so enraged that I kicked her to the ground and prepared to call the police, but my brother stopped me. He and my fiancé stood in front of the student, protecting her. They accused me of being violent and in need of medical treatment. Before I could resist, they joined forces and threw me into a psychiatric hospital, where I died that night from food poisoning. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I discovered the island had been sold.

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill. On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him. Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me. He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end. It was known to the people of Mistvale that the granddaughter of Terry Sims was untouchable. Due to my congenital heart disease, he reluctantly sent me abroad for medical treatment. After my surgery, I rushed back to his side for his birthday, thinking of giving him a surprise. However, I was mistaken for a gold digger by a carer and locked in the basement. “Of all the things you can do for your age, you throw yourself at men. Since your parents won’t restrain your behavior, I’ll have to do it for them.” She pulled out my tongue, dumped acid all over me, and dug out my snewly transplanted heart to give as a birthday gift to my grandfather, who had been waiting for my return. “Mr. Sims, the skank tried to impersonate Ms. Sims, but I got everything sorted out for you.”

Bagaimana jika seorang detektif andal yang menyimpan trauma, terobsesi pada seorang penulis amatir, yang naskah fiksinya menjadi panduan pembunuhan berantai? *** WARNING! Cerita ini bukan untuk kalian yang memiliki pola pikir hitam vs putih, malaikat vs setan, baik vs jahat. *** SINOPSIS Gregory Evans, seorang detektif dengan masa lalu kelam, tak bisa mengenyahkan bayangan seorang wanita muda berambut pirang dan bermata hijau yang tak sengaja bertabrakan dengannya di depan stasiun kereta api bawah tanah. Greg bahkan menyimpan lembaran judul naskah cerita kriminal yang jatuh dari tangan wanita itu. Yang mengejutkan, judul naskah itu ditemukan di sebuah TKP pembunuhan di samping jasad korban. Hal yang mengindikasikan bahwa pembunuhan tersebut adalah pertunjukan yang meniru fiksi. Greg segera melacak wanita pemilik naskah tersebut yang tak lain adalah Tara Bradley, seorang pustakawan pemalu yang terobsesi menjadi penulis sukses. Tara yang menggunakan nama pena 'Violet Crow' mengakui telah menulis naskah itu sebagai fantasi balas dendam atas para penulis yang telah mencuri idenya. Kini, wanita itu dihantui oleh naskahnya sendiri. Seseorang di luar sana mewujudkan fantasinya tanpa perasaan, tanpa kompromi. Greg yang menyadari bahwa Tara adalah pusat dari misteri ini, terjebak di antara tugasnya sebagai detektif dan ketertarikan pribadi yang tumbuh sejak awal pertemuan mereka. Dia berpacu dengan waktu untuk mengungkap identitas sang pembunuh sebelum babak selanjutnya dari The Silent Slasher terwujud. Sekaligus mempertaruhkan karirnya karena terlibat hubungan terlarang dengan Tara.

Yasa selalu muak dengan sikap istrinya, Qiera, yang hanya bisa berdiam diri di rumah tanpa bisa melakukan apa-apa. Rumah dibiarkan berantakan, anak-anak menangis, dan cucian kotor di mana-mana. Akan tetapi, Yasa merasakan ada sesuatu yang hilang ketika Qiera berubah. Bahkan sikapnya pun menjadi dingin. Apa sebenarnya yang membuat Qiera berubah dan apa yang akan dilakukan Yasa untuk mengembalikan istrinya? Atau justru Qiera memilih untuk mundur?

Aku dan Mas Rama sudah menikah selama tiga tahun. Dari awal menikah tak ada yang aneh dari suamiku itu, kami juga tinggal disebuah rumah di kota dan ia bekerja disebuah Pabrik kain. Karena permintaan Ibu mertua yang ingin mengurus cucu pertamanya akhirnya kami pulang ke desa disaat usia kandunganku memasuki sembilan bulan. Sementara Mas Rama berhenti bekerja dan katanya ia ingin membantu bisnis keluarga. Dahulu aku tak menemukan adanya hal aneh saat beberapa kali berkunjung ke rumah ibu. Tetapi sekarang keanehan demi keanehan muncul didepan mataku, membuatku merasa takut. Apakah mungkin suami Sarah dan keluarganya orang jahat? Apa rahasia besar yang disembunyikan suami Sarah dan mertuanya? Sanggupkah Sarah menguak semua rahasia itu?

My husband’s first love and I were kidnapped at the same time. As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us. When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless. “Tammy is still a virgin. If she’s raped, she won’t be able to handle it.” “You’re different. You’re already married to me. Even if something happens to you, I won’t hold it against you.” He shoved me toward the kidnappers. He probably didn’t know I was three months pregnant, and he was about to become a father.

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.

Lara Night is Mr. Maximo Winston's secretary. A girl who has a dirty mind. She loves trying new things like s*x toys to fulfill her s*x**l fantasies. One day, Mr. Winston discovered her extreme sexual fantasy. Lara assumed it would be the end of her corporate career, but it turns out her boss loves it! The next thing she knew, she was having an intimate affair with her Boss who has an XL size.

When my husband returned home to visit his parents, I noticed that he forgot to bring back the specialties he had bought. I ran after him, only to find him getting out of a car in a suit. His childhood friend stepped forward to welcome him. They held hands and smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes. They looked like a happy, newlywed couple. Only when my husband saw me standing not too far away did he hurriedly distance himself from his childhood friend. “Her mother’s critically ill, and her mother’s only wish is to see her get married. I’m just helping her.” I simply smiled. I pushed him right back to his childhood friend’s side and started cheering with everyone else. “When’s the baby coming?! I’ll be sure to wrap a nice gift!”