Yuanyi Qi
@sssonya
Welcome to my world of bite-sized dark fantasy and romance! 📖✨ I specialize in fast-paced, high-stakes short stories that get straight to the point. All my stories are complete, no waiting for updates!
Stories(4)
Dead Men Leave Instructions
1230.0kDetective Sera Voss has shot me through the heart five times this week, and honestly, I’m starting to take it as foreplay. She doesn't remember killing me when the clock resets at midnight—just like she doesn't remember how breathless she sounded in Loop Four when I pinned her against the interrogation table. Now she’s kicking down my door for the sixth time, completely unaware that the dead judge at my feet just gave me the master code to her father’s secret vault—and fifty million in dirty cash. Midnight is in 13 minutes. The dead don’t stay silent for long. I have a rather useful talent: touch a corpse, and I relive its final ninety seconds—the last face it saw, the last words it heard, the secret it died protecting. And when Greyport’s clock resets at midnight, I’m the one person who remembers. That talent leads me to a massacre from twelve years ago, buried beneath the city’s official history—and straight into the secrets of Sera’s adoptive father, a powerful police chief, and a councilman willing to turn Greyport into a furnace to keep the truth buried. Every reset and every corpse I read burns another crack into my sister’s pocket watch. Twelve cracks, and it shatters. No more rewinds. No more second chances. Now the people behind the massacre are hunting us, the city’s next disaster is counting down, and the detective who keeps shooting me may be the only person who can help me stop it. I just have to keep her alive—and preferably keep her bullets out of my heart—long enough to expose the conspiracy. Thirteen minutes. Fifty million pounds. One very murderous detective. And a city full of dead witnesses.
A $50,000 Bounty on My Head, and Every Hitman Who Came to Kill Me Became My Client.
1227.8kI checked the dark web this morning and found a $50,000 bounty on my own head. Ten minutes later, the first hitman through my apartment door had an $80,000 bounty on HIS. Now he’s chained to my radiator with a 15-pound parking boot. Apparently, that makes him my first client. I’m Jack Mercer: forty-one, broke, and a fugitive-recovery agent with bad knees, worse luck, and no talent for shooting straight. I make my living finding people who don’t want to be found. Turns out, the same tricks work on professional killers—especially when you have a parking boot, a roll of zip ties, and a healthy disrespect for traffic laws. Then I learn why the hitman was marked for death: he used an old code to unlock my file, one tied to a job I took in October 2009. I was paid $600 to bring a woman to a motel. That night, the motel burned. Nine witnesses died. Now the people connected to that job are being hunted one by one, and I’m the bait that dragged them out of hiding. To survive, I’ll have to protect the surviving killers who came for me, team up with a retired assassin who plans weddings, and find out who turned a routine six-hundred-dollar pickup into a seventeen-year-old murder conspiracy. Because this time, I’m not letting a stamped form decide who gets handed over—and who gets buried.
I'm the Only Human in This Noble Family
1228.1kOn my eighteenth birthday, every member of the Ashbourne family tried to rig my Bloodline Inquest. I was the only idiot who planned to use his actual blood. Turns out? Dad is a pro-genitor vampire, older bro is a rage-dragon, mom has vipers for hair, grandma's an arch-lich, and little sis eats iron for breakfast.
My Family Auctioned Me to the Demon Lord, So I Seized the Entire Ducal Estate Instead.
1550.2kMy dad sold me to the Demon King for 1 copper coin just to pay my brother's fake dragon-blood debt. Guess what? The idiot forgot he ALREADY mortgaged me 3 years ago! 💀 Now, I'm marching back to seize our entire Dukedom —— as the Demon King's official legal proxy! 😈👑 Unfortunately, my family is a walking financial disaster. My brother's legendary dragon scales? Leased. My sister's upside-down magic tower? Three months behind on its utility bills. Even the very foundation of our manor is collateral. And my father? He's currently trying to destroy the evidence with a sledgehammer. But that's when I discover something buried beneath our estate: one of the Nine Genesis Nails, ancient instruments holding the entire world together. Turns out, the world's been in default for 4,000 years. And the Treasury's top liquidators are coming to collect. Their solution? Repossess all nine Nails, dismantle the planet, and sell the pieces. Well, I've got a cursed ledger, a demon king's power of attorney, an increasingly ridiculous collection of seized assets, and absolutely no intention of letting anyone liquidate my customers. If the apocalypse is just another foreclosure, then I guess it's time to audit the end of the world. 💀