Contos e Romances de Yandere

I had no desire to marry. Quite conveniently, the general’s only son claimed he had no interest in women and refused to ruin some innocent young lady’s future. A brilliant notion thus occurred to me. “Then ruin me instead.” I would be spared the obligations of the marriage bed, and I even agreed that he might seek his pleasures elsewhere. Yet on our wedding night, I unexpectedly overheard his private thoughts. “She smells delightful. I want to touch her,” he thought. I regarded him with wide-eyed disbelief. “Are you quite certain you have no interest in women?” Outwardly, he appeared to be the very picture of propriety. “I’m quite certain. Do keep your distance.” Yet his thoughts told a very different story. “That was all a lie. The truth is that I am a man of considerable appetites, and desires for the marriage bed occupy me daily,” he thought.

My new next-door neighbour was a total hottie. He fixed my plumbing and brought over baked goods, basically the perfect gentleman. However, I could see a bright red stat hanging over his head. Malice Level: 1,111 It could only mean he was out to get me. One night, he snapped my stalker’s wrist, and red digits reset to zero. Somehow, his murder meter turned into a pink possessiveness score of 9,999+. He wiped the blood off his hand, his tone eerily gentle. “Who gave you the right to touch my prey?”

On New Year's Eve, I came across a high-stakes delivery order boasting a massive tip of nearly three thousand dollars. Blinded by the incredible payout, I took the order without a second thought. However, the moment I arrived at the destination, I was dragged into a horrific murder scene. Panicked, I immediately dialed 911, but as the police investigation unfolded, every single piece of evidence pointed directly at me as the killer. Surveillance footage showed that I was the only person who had entered the victim's room that night. To make matters worse, tech experts confirmed that the footage showed zero signs of tampering, leaving me with no way to prove my innocence. In the ensuing chaos, the victim's grief-stricken family stabbed me to death right there and then. Even as my life faded away, I couldn't comprehend how a simple food delivery trip had turned me into a convicted murderer. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to the exact night I accepted that sky-high delivery order.

I had spent a small fortune at the exotic pet market on a rare baby dragonling named Onyx and brought him home. The owner told me not to let his strange appearance put me off. He had no reproductive barrier and could breed with any species. Once he grew up, I could make far more money breeding him than I was paying for him now. I took him home full of excitement. I fed him by hand, bathed him myself, and soothed him to sleep every night, treating him like royalty. All I wanted was for him to grow up quickly so I could make a fortune. I never expected what happened on the day I sent him off to mate. He came all the way back home, slipped beneath my covers, and wrapped his tail tightly around me. A soft, silky voice brushed against my ear. "Am I not enough for you, Master?"

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."

Before we went to meet my boyfriend's parents, he swore to me and said, "Don't worry, my mom is easy to get along with. She's just a little naive." I believed him and showed up with gifts. The moment the door opened, I froze in the entryway. My future mother-in-law was wearing a pale pink baby onesie! My eyes nearly popped out, but my boyfriend simply laughed. "It's just my mom's hobby. Don't let it bother you too much." I took a deep breath and offered her my gifts. "Hello, ma'am. It's so nice to meet you. These are just some gifts..." But before I could finish, my boyfriend's mother's eyes suddenly turned red, and she began to whimper. "Why are you calling me ma'am? I'm just a baby!"

Stella Watson hurt Liam Sheridan ninety-nine times before he finally decided to leave. As the eldest heir of the Sheridan family, he was mocked by the city’s elite as Stella’s lapdog. Only Liam knew he stayed because she looked like Suzy York, the woman he loved and lost. Stella loved Liam’s half-brother, just as Liam loved Stella’s half-sister. Liam let Stella hurt him ninety-nine times in the hope that he could finally let go of Suzy. But when a chandelier fell, Stella, who had always treated him like a weed, threw herself over him to protect him. Liam froze. Then he remembered Stella’s friend saying the beauty mark by her eye had appeared only recently. He thought of the suspicious ruling after the car accident years ago and finally realized that the woman living as Stella was an impostor the Watson family had put in her place.

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."

My brother was a twisted, paranoid psychopath. When I was ten, my parents were murdered. Both my legs broke off while I tried to save my brother. I became his only family and also Achilles’ heel. Those who mocked me as a crippled would have their bones broken, and anyone who tried to hurt me would be smashed into a pulp. As he reclaimed our family’s fortune, he became “the Devil” in Amberwater, a man no one dared to offend. Yet, he alone spoiled me like I was a little princess. Everyone knew that Lucas’s sister was untouchable. He had sent me abroad to receive the best treatment. The day that I could finally stand up again, I received an invitation to my brother’s engagement banquet. “Veronica, we’re going to have a new family member soon.” I heard that his fiancee was the daughter of a wealthy family. She was gentle and virtuous. I dressed beautifully to meet her and planned to give her the jade bracelet that my mother had left behind. However, she had me kidnapped and taken to an abandoned construction building. “You lowly little witch. I’ll rip that face of yours since you’re such a seductress. I’ll see how you’ll steal my man now!” She crushed my mother’s heirloom, broke all my limbs, and ripped my face off. Then, she ordered a dozen men to torment me to death. In the end, she stuffed me into a gift box and sent it to my brother. “Dearest, this is your wedding gift. Do you like it?”

A day before we were about to get married, my fiancée invited my family for a trip on a cruise ship to test my love for her. She pushed my mother off the ship when the waves were strong, and she jumped into the sea as well. I got anxious as I had no idea who to save first. My mother had swallowed a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly while shouting, "Save Rina first! She's your fiancée!" When I finally dragged Rina to shore and returned for my mother, I found that she was no longer breathing. Rina looked at me coldly as I cried with misery, "Stop putting up that act. Your mother can't be dead. She used to be a professional swimmer when she was young. I can't believe you didn't choose to save me first. Eugene was right. You don't love me enough. "We should postpone our wedding. When you're done reflecting on what you did, bring your mother along and apologize to me. We can discuss our wedding then." With that, Rina put her arm around Eugene's, and they left. Rina had no idea that my mother had stopped swimming since she suffered a major illness several years ago. Pushing my mother off the ship had made her lose her life.

I was Alpha King Xavier's personal Omega maid. I took care of his daily needs and tested his meals for poison. My monthly salary was a staggering fifty thousand dollars. That was until a new, young Omega maid was hired at the estate. When she found out about my pay, her eyes widened. "All she does is serve the Alpha his drinks, and she gets fifty thousand a month?" "I heard the King always rewards her with expensive jewelry and custom dresses. She has it so easy!" Early the very next morning, she couldn't wait to run to the Elder Luna and volunteer. "I want to personally serve the great Alpha King." "I only want twenty thousand dollars, and I'll definitely work harder than her." Later, she blocked my path. She couldn't hide her smug arrogance. "The Elder Luna approved my request." "She also thinks you're getting too old for this. In a couple of days, you'll be kicked out of the estate." She fully expected me to sob over losing my job. However, my eyes were red with excitement. Finally... I was finally going to be completely free! Xavier was a violent and unpredictable madman. In the morning, he could be in high spirits and personally place a precious diamond necklace around my neck. By the afternoon, a single wrong word could make him pin me hard to the floor and choke me until I couldn't breathe. There were countless Rogues who wanted to assassinate him. Checking his food and drinks was a deadly job. It could rot my guts at any given moment.

After I transmigrated into a novel, my father, Richard Whitmore, was still every bit the scumbag he'd always been. The only difference was that this version of him had a face people couldn't help trusting. So of course, he ran off with the money. I was furious enough to step in when I saw him bullying a gorgeous younger man. Afterward, the man sat curled up in the corner of my couch, his eyes red as he looked at me. "I don't even have anywhere to stay now. Are you going to make me leave too? "I won't freeload. Just don't send me away." That kind of helplessness worked on me every time, so of course I brought him home. From then on, I looked after him and made sure no one could push him around. He was so sweet and clingy it was almost ridiculous. He wanted me there when he ate, and at night he wouldn't sleep unless I stayed with him and coaxed him to sleep. Somewhere along the way, coaxing him to sleep turned into his hand slipping beneath my covers. With him acting like that, how was anyone supposed to resist? Then, after disappearing for half a month, my deadbeat father suddenly showed up again on his knees. Richard was sprawled at the boy's feet, sobbing as he slapped himself across the face. "Mr. Jensen, please let me live. I swear I didn't mean to do it. I won't ever dare do anything like that again." The man who'd been coughing only moments earlier got lazily to his feet. He picked up an apple and began peeling it with an easy smile. "Maya," he said softly, "I was going to wait a little longer before I told you."

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understood the devastating truth. The one who should have disappeared was me all along.

Ian Tost was the prince of the notorious underworld. Everyone in Harbor City knew he spoiled me rotten. He even went so far as to hire ninety-nine female bodyguards to keep me from harm. It did not prevent a kidnapping attempt on me. One of those bodyguards, Cece Yates, ended up with nothing more than a scratch. Ian immediately brought in the nation’s top medical specialists to treat her. To comfort her, he even took her to the Maldives for a vacation and gifted her an island. Not long after they returned from their trip, Beatrix Kazinsky, my mother, suddenly suffered a stroke and was hospitalized. Then, Michael Kazinsky, my younger brother, died in an accident during a competition. I burst into the morgue while in tears, only to overhear Ian comforting Cece. “All right now, it was my fault you got hurt last time. I’ve made Mira’s family pay for it. You’ve got too much grace to hold a grudge against her.” With my nails digging into my palms, I finally realized everything that had happened to my family was Ian’s doing. It was all just because his precious bodyguard got hurt because of me! I stumbled out of the hospital with my brother’s death certificate in a daze. On my phone, messages from that person kept coming. It added up to ninety-nine share transfer agreements, along with his promise. [As long as you want me, my arms will always be open for you.]

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."