[The Phantom of the Opera] Lover

[This story uses the original work’s characterizations but does not involve its plot. You can read it as an original story.] [Please, please don’t read pirated copies. I revise every chapter more than ten times after posting, and I have no idea which version piracy sites have scraped. My obsessive-compulsive side can’t bear the thought of readers seeing my imperfect writing.] [Story One] Because of his terrifying appearance and disturbed personality, people called him the “Child of the Devil.” No one cared about his intellect or talent. In fact, the more capable he proved himself, the more those around him feared him. He lived in a terrifying hell, yearning his whole life for salvation. And then salvation came. With her enchanting face, she looked like an angel with golden hair and fair skin. She opened the iron cage that held him and whispered urgently, “Run.” As he escaped, he looked back at her once and memorized her feet. She wore flat shoes made of Moroccan goatskin, with no socks. Her instep arched slightly, and three tiny black moles marked her ankle. [Story Two] After enduring trials like those of hell, he put on a mask and finally saw her again. But she had already married an incomparably handsome earl. [Story Three] “If you want to find your father, you have to divorce him.” He stood very close to her, his burning breath grazing her lips, but his tone was cold and allowed no argument. “Otherwise, I might kill him.” Later, he appeared in her home as if he belonged there. In front of the earl, he kissed the top of her head, then lifted his golden eyes, bright as poisonous flames, and looked the earl up and down with cold contempt… [Content warnings] 1. Phantom of the Opera fanfiction. The male lead’s background is changed slightly in each book, so strictly speaking, he isn’t the same person. 2. The male lead is a virgin; the female lead is not. The heroine is a flirtatious, straightforward beauty who has had many lovers, but the male lead is the one she loves most. He is extremely possessive and jealous, a walking jealousy machine who gets jealous anywhere, anytime. A sweet 1v1 story. 3. The male lead has yandere traits. Proceed with caution if that bothers you. 4. Comments on individual paragraphs are open to everyone, but comments that affect other readers’ experience are forbidden, such as being deliberately provocative, inserting real-life celebrities, or bringing in real-world comparisons. They will be deleted. The story is set in late nineteenth-century France and America. Many plot points reflect the limitations of the era. See the notes at the ends of chapters for details. [Blurb for The Monster’s Bride] Even if you’re a monster, even if you’re cold, despicable, and willing to do anything, I’m still willing to wear a flower crown and a white gown, and become your bride. [Story One] What on earth is he? His features are cold and sharp, his long, colorful tail is covered in scales that shimmer with uncanny colors in the dark river water… They say that some kind merfolk carry drowning people back to shore so they can reunite with their families. The one she met must be one of those… kind merfolk, right? But when he suddenly leaned close and inspected her face without a trace of emotion, he revealed a mouthful of tiny, razor-sharp teeth like a shark’s. He wasn’t one of the kind merfolk from the stories. He was a highly aggressive beast who would pursue his prey without stopping until it was dead. [Story Two] She had always thought she was happy. Until one day, while they were kissing, she saw the hunger in her husband’s eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses, and the terrifying fangs he had yet to put away. He was staring fixedly at her neck, his eyes so excited they were reduced to thin slits. It was as though her neck wasn’t part of a person, but a sweet, juicy fruit filled to the brim with juice. “My food, my love.” [To be continued. See my author profile for the full blurb.] Theme: Marriage is not a woman’s prison.