Hot Yandere Novels & Stories

I whimpered at the sight of his body—I wanted him too. “What is happening? We have rooms, you know.” “Our mate here is in heat… She’s probably been feeling it since earlier, just didn’t tell us,” Kidane said, pulling out. “Heat? How? Didn’t they inject her to prevent that?” Ezera asked, approaching me. He touched me and looked surprised. “She’s burning hot…” “She’s also very horny… She needs us. Her heat won’t go away unless she’s fully satisfied. And I really like the sound of that. You better call in sick because you’re not going to work—this is an emergency, and our mate needs us.”

by Terra. "Bless my eyes! They're so hot!! They'll make a lovely CP~" by eating popcorn everyday. "IKR?! OH~ I thought I was the only one!!" by Kyler's babe. "The other guy's who?" by Linear equations. "Jack Johnson, number one hottie in our class, check it out! A normal but actually hotter than an alpha! he's way hotter than Daren!!" by a foreign queen. "So what? Is still prefer Daren! Daren~ forever~ I vote Daren x Jerry ship~" by my Pomeranian little brother is too cute.

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

When she scraped gently over the surface of them his breath hissed out slowly. "Darlin', you do like to light my fire, don't you." He dipped his head to capture the lobe of her ear in his teeth, then trailed his tongue along the column of her neck. Anya shivered in anticipation. She never would have dreamed that a woman of such sexuality lived beneath her skin. Her experience had been limited and her self-esteem low, especially after Virgil sweet-talked her for the sole purpose of selling her body to the highest bidders.

My eyes darted to Zoey just in time to see her slip a tiny remote from the strap of her thong and press it, her gaze never leaving mine. “Ready for Sasha Fierce?” She teased, the corner of her lips curving into that smirk that made my cock throb hungrily inside my pants. I let out a short breath, unable to look away. I leaned backwards, my back to the bed’s headboard. “Show me what Sasha Fierce has got.” Her grin deepened, a spark flashing in her eyes as she circled the pole. Her fingers glided along the metal slowly, her hips rolling in time with the beat. Slowly, smooth, controlled, and absolutely wicked.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

“You're my best friend's daughter.” “I'm a woman.” She tilted her chin up, met his eyes, and let him see the steel underneath the softness. “And I'm asking you to want me. Not because of the pheromones, but because of the woman who wants you. This woman here," She pointed at herself, “wants you. It's my birthday request to you, Uncle Hill. I want you to fuck me.”

He pinned both of my hands above my head with one hand, while the other gripped my jaw violently. "Stop the act, Elaine!" he growled, his voice hoarse with rage. "I know it’s you! I know your heartbeat; I know the terror in your eyes. How much did you give my Daddy for him to be willing to make me his enemy for a slut like you?" "My name is Elara Vane, Mr. Blackwood. And your hands... they are currently digging your own grave," I snapped, trying to remain calm despite my racing pulse.

But my mind kept wandering to Gerald. He could be mad all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to fix it. Last time I sent him nudes, he called me like a madman within minutes. When I went over, he fucked me senseless—every hole, every position. No mercy. The memory still made me wet just thinking about it. I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom. After digging through my hidden folder, I picked the four hottest pictures, typed a naughty caption: {Text me immediately if you like what you see, pappi}