Yandere Forced Love Short Stories & Novels

Leo Payton has been straight for the past 20 years of his life. However, he realizes he's gay after sleeping with his best friend's elder brother, Archer Lacelle. Leo ties himself up with Archer's tie and says, "Archie, you know that I've never had a girlfriend since I was young."

I was killed seven times by the home invader who broke into my house, trapped in a cycle I could never escape. The first time, I fought back. The second time, I was terrified. By the sixth, I had gone numb. And by the seventh, I was determined to take him down with me. With my last breath, I ripped off his mask and found my husband's face staring back at me.

I was a full-blown possessive psychopath, and so was the person I loved. By day, I worked diligently as his poker-faced secretary. By night, I used a burner account to flood him with messages, harassing him without restraint. After he rejected yet another one of my confessions through those texts, I took advantage of my position and impulsively installed 138 surveillance cameras in his home. I watched Cassian from every possible angle for an entire month. It was fun until I realized he seemed to be planning to imprison his crush. I was green with envy as I continued messaging him through my burner account. I even offered suggestions. "I once bought a set of incredibly practical chains. They're perfect for imprisonment. I guarantee that once your crush steps into your house, she'll never be able to leave. In exchange for sharing this great find, could you be my puppy for a month? Just one month." I waited for a long time after sending him the link to the chains. Alas, no reply ever came. Just when I thought Cassian would never respond to my alt account again, I woke up one day to find that I had been imprisoned. The chain bound around my ankle was exactly the one I had recommended. It didn't just end there, as I now had the dubious honor of being filmed by all 138 cameras I had installed in Cassian's home. I froze, completely stunned. 'What's going on? I'm the one Cassian wanted to imprison? I'm his crush?' As shock coursed through me, Cassian finally replied to my burner account. "Your chains work very well. Still, I'm sorry. I can't be your puppy. I only like my secretary."

My husband always had a low sex drive, so we hadn’t slept together once in our three years of marriage. But tonight, after he rejected me yet again, rows of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [I’m dying. This supporting female character actually thinks the male lead has no interest in sex when he simply doesn’t want to touch her.] [Isn’t this great? He’s saving himself for the female lead. Once he meets her next month, he’ll lock her up and force her to love him!] [After kicking the supporting female character out, the male lead will bring the female lead home. She won’t be allowed to leave for seven whole days!] I stared at the man sleeping with his back to me and laughed despite myself. Then I immediately ordered a bundle of nylon rope for delivery. “So, you like playing rough, huh? Then let’s play.”