First Yandere Novels & Stories

Each girl had been found with a bullet hole in the skull. Maryam was still in coma after sustaining multiple blows to the head from a hammer. A scalpel had also been used in performing a Chinese torture of inflicting small painful cuts on her body. It appears the reason The First One tortured his victims was to make sure his identity was safe before killing them. It appears Salamatu Salis had told Maryam something that could reveal his identity.

Her bare feet padded across the cold tiles as she adjusted the oversized sweatshirt that hung from one shoulder. She swung open the door and froze. Not the pizza guy. Yolanda. Camila. Seraphina. All three of them dressed like they’d stepped out of a glossy magazine spread in expensive coats, flawless makeup, eyes sharp with judgment. Before Yumi could speak, Yolanda lunged. Her hand tangled in Yumi’s hair, yanking hard enough to make her stumble back. “You disgusting slut!” “Are you out of your…” Yumi barely finished before another tug sent her crashing against the console table. Picture frames clattered to the floor.

she said, using he left hand to grab Melvin's face by the chin and slowly moved his face to her direction so his gaze is placed on her, Then, like as if she bewitched him, Melvin also continued his gaze on her, he looked at her just the same he was just looking at me, Such a gaze was so beautiful and deeping, Alexia must have noticed it, and just like that, she was sucked in, into his daze-like gaze. Then, Alexia softly placed her hand on his slim long neck, pulls his face close enough to hers, she rubbed her lips against his, and kisses him passionately once more time. I stood there and witnessed all this unfold before me, and immediately I was plunged into dismay, I couldn't help but think

LATER that night, they all went back to the mansion and spend the night together in the living room. "That was the first time I saw a vampire psychopath," Yna said. "I bet you enjoyed hearing his sentiments about loving you," I replied. "Come on, still jealous? Leave it in the past. I like someone else dude. As if you didn't know?" she said. "I'm not, why would I be jealous?! No way, I'm better than you. You're just a human!" I said and rolled my eyes. "I'm just a human who made him fall in love with me at first sight. Can you even do that, nine-tailed fox?" she said and laughed, only to tease Amaya.

she said, shaking her head in grim amusement. Yuria's spine tingled with reckless exhilaration as she imagined Miranda's bright, eager eyes swirling in heartbreaking sorrow. She was terrified at the prospect of her friend eventually realizing the awful reality - that the person she considered her soul sister had not only been sleeping with her beloved lover but had relished every agonizing minute of it.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

But she was not prepared for what she saw instead. Instead of a normal young man with a clean face that oozed of youthfulness, what she saw was a face she would never forget. With an angular-shaped face so perfect that they seemed to have been cut out with careful precision, a pair of neatly cut eyebrows drawn together complementing the pair of eyes that were further down. Lyra gaped as her gaze moved from the top half of his face down to his eyes. She breathed in... Those eyes. They were red. Not just any red; they were fiery red in color as though fire was in them and they were blazing.

Brian first introduced himself while smiling widely. "I'm Knox Ace Crowther, a Proxas and the air user," "Hi, I am Yuna Yamez, a Bervel and the ice user," "Hi! I'm Dread Andresen, a Proxas and the earth user," introduced the bad boy-looking man with a smile. "Hi, everybody. I am Rose Faharda, a Yrelia and I am the eye of the group,” "Good morning, everyone, and hi. I am the hottest chic. I am Crizel Presilya, a Gracas, and the animal manipulator," the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress.

That every human being is a fictional character in this book. No wonder, she often heard her lady whining in a low mumble about the 'role' assigned to her. There are the words of her lady that are even engraved in her brain until now. Like: 'I'm sorry. Since I was a villainess at the start of the plot, so you suffer too.' Now, in terms of the new conjectures, they all fit. A role – villainess – a book – destiny. Then, Fuschia's behavior, which sometimes treats other people like they are not real humans, can also be a reference.

“Yorrick, you’ve misunderstood me.” Mandy seemed to have seen someone, and a hint of smugness flashed across her eyes. She then raised her hand and waved. “Sherrie.” Yorrick turned his head and looked over. And when he saw the woman’s face, which gradually became clearer as she walked past a street light while approaching them, he froze in place and loosened his arm that was embracing Xyla’s waist. “Sharon...” Xyla turned to look at him and then glanced at the woman whose facial features looked extremely delicate and beautiful. Her facial features seem to have been artificially shaped as they were too good to be real, and they made her appearance look highly aggressive.