Crazy Yandere Novels & Stories

The thought of why he even failed to recognize him immediately crossed Dale’s mind. “Crazy?!” The lavender guy shouted to the young ‘Yuu’ni’ who callously called him ‘crazy.’ “You dare to call me with something illogically proven.” Yes, he was the infamous crazy dude that people literally avoid regardless of his so-called innocent appearance. “Teacher?” Yuna was still speechless as she stared at the male elfin, astonished by how the troubles were paid off by implausible coincidences. She was sure thankful though yet uncertain.

Lance answers. I thought I heard his bike, but the screaming drowned out the roaring of his bike. I watch as Everly walks out with Jenna and Zya. I am not sure what they put in the water in this group's neighborhood, but whatever, it made all these women gorgeous. Zya is a few inches taller than Tianya and Kylynn, around 5’6”. Her long curly, chocolate-brown hair ends at the top of her ass. What sets Zya apart from others is her striking bright green-blue eyes. She inherited those from her father. Everything else she got from her mother, including her caramel skin tone. Her mother is a full-blood Samoan and is beautiful. Drew was wise to snatch Zya up when he did. Jenna plops down by Lance a

She stab the closes bandit to her, burying a machete in his neck, before she pummeled another bandit that jump towards her with barrage of fist, causing the bandits to wobble on his feet before smashing his head on a door frame, breaking his neck and caving in his skull. ".….Madam, You should try avoiding coming in contact with their bloods…who knows what disease this filth had…". (PVT 1st class Yose) Pvt 1st class Yose who was a demi-human woman from Bunny race, was known to be a clean freak among the Maidens, seeing her General bashing in skulls like as squash made her frown her brows, not because of the killing but because of the blood splattering all over. "Blah Blah…shut it clean freak,

He is crazy about Heer, he does not feel ashamed at all for doing such a thing, but is proud of him. This is a slightly shocking case, but a matter of extreme frightening. More dangerous than an angry person is the passion of a crazy person. And now Heer has understood that Sanam's obsession speaks on his head. This passion of Sanam has kept him under his control.

Zoya frowned deeply. Timtim’s breath hitched at his name, as though just speaking it brought both pain and calm. She nodded. “Yes. I hate him, Zoya. I hate how he forces himself into every corner of my life. I hate that he makes decisions without asking me. I hate that he frightens me. But…” she pressed her trembling hands against her chest, “…I can’t deny the peace I feel when he’s around. His touch… it’s like fire, but it doesn’t burn. It’s terrifying, yet it makes me breathe again. What kind of madness is this?”

"Do not worry, Liv Fenrir. You are among friends here. Everything will be fine." The woman lay one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek. Normally, Liv wasn't a hugger, a toucher, except for people she knew well, and even then, she had to remind herself that other people enjoyed being hugged and touched, so she did it. This strange woman's touch only had her wishing for more. Her eyelids slowly slid closed again briefly as Kelda made contact with her skin. She wanted to rub up against her palm like a kitten. She caught herself before she did just that and opened her eyes.

There was no expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with so many mixed emotions that they looked like a fog that could not be dispersed. I suddenly rose to my feet and rushed toward her like a madman. I roared, "You can hate me all you want! Do whatever you want to me! But what did my mother ever do to you? Why would you destroy her last bit of hope like this?!" The rainwater and my tears ran together, blurring everything before my eyes. I cried out hoarsely, "Jasmine, don't you love seeing me like this? Broken and pathetic? Well, now you've got what you wanted! Are you finally satisfied?!"

I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet. “Will you stop with the stupid alliterations? I am not Glinda the Good Witch. This is not the Wizard of Oz.” Not Glinda rolled her eyes. She’s had enough of my melodrama. Well, too fucking bad. I’m allowed to be as crazy and weird as I want. “I am Chiara, Crone of the Oscurità e Luce coven. The witch that has started this war and is currently keeping you imprisoned in your mind is my twin sister Melania. She’s supposed to be dead.”Chiara sighed.

I had a fetish for sexy, sue me. I sent the clerk an apologetic smile, I didn’t miss her exasperated sigh as I snatched the racks from Hayley and rushed to the changing room. Stripping my summer dress in one go, I tried it on. “Oh god.” Hayley gushed, as I emerged from behind the door. “I think I just converted, Leah Cassandra Monroe, how are you still single?”

she shouted and grabbed his ear, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol and her mood soured by recent events with Xoan. Zander was an unfortunate target. The slick Zander had lost his nerve, clutching his ear and yelping in pain. "Madam, I was wrong! I'll never harass you again. Please, let me go!" Zander's pleas did not sway Yaslyn, who intended to teach him a lesson. Suddenly, a familiar voice reached her ears. "Yaslyn, what's going on?" She turned around to find Zyra, who was almost unrecognizable with heavy makeup. The pure young girl had transformed into a bewitching vixen.