Crazy Yandere Novels & Stories

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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.

How come he hadn't noticed this side other before? In those moments, the physically violent Jasmine seemed like a cute tsundere puppy and nothing more. Aiden would rather be punched by Jasmine than be looked down at in such a way. "I came to..." Ask for an explanation. "... apologize..." Aiden muttered timidly. "I'm not your girlfriend. I never did agree to such a thing nor did you even ask me about something like this." Ryder got right to the point, not wasting any time at all. After all, she was in a terrible mood. She didn't like this cold, aloof, and haughty side of hers and tried to tone it down every possible time. But just like every time she dealt with Grace or her other relatives, s

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?”

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

"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.