I Thought She Was A Yandere Novels & Stories

She looked upset. "You know who I am," she sighed with disappointment. "Please believe me," I stroked the side of her left cheek to the top of her ear, "had I known Friday, I would have finished up by impaled myself on your spear and cleared up a whole manner of things. Why does it matter to you that I know who you are?" "I...I didn't want to be treated as anyone special," she gazed up at me with innocent eyes. "That's not going to be a problem," I chuckled. "To me, you are nothing but another psycho-bitch that's trying to kill me. You are a black-hearted, soulless creation of Hell and I hate your guts, Oneida."

I won this round and it was honestly almost too easy. ————————————————————————— Zayn POV Wow. That was the only word running through my head as I walked back into my room. She was insane. Completely insane. I slammed the door behind me and ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “That girl is crazy,” I muttered under my breath. I had dealt with manipulative girls before. Spoiled girls and attention seekers but She was something else entirely. The image of her fake tears replayed in my mind, making my jaw tighten. “I’m sorry… don’t hit me…”

She didn't seem as shocked as I thought. " Call him if you're too bothered about it," Yorna said, finishing her drink. I bit my lower lip. I didn't want to seem desperate to be with him, but I needed his number. " I don't have his number," I murmured, embarrassed. Yorna raised her perfect eyebrows and chuckled, " I thought he was your boyfriend," she mocked. I stared at Yorna. She was a werewolf, but I didn't know I knew her identity because she thought of me as human.

I growl through my teeth. She pouts and lets out a fake whimper. “Awn….are you still sad that I ended things with you?” I scoff, my eyes wandering back to Yanna who was still occupied by that asshole. “Go back to your husband Dasha, I’m not interested.” I take a step away from her but she blocks my path. “What’s so special about her anyway?” she frowns. Leaning down, I stare into her eyes. “She’s not you.”

I knew she wanted to get to me. "Are you seriously trying to be a mean girl in twenty-twenty one?" I scoffed. "You're such a Draco Malfoy wannabe but then again the daddy issues were already apparent," I don't know what came over me but I was fed up with her attitude towards me. The satisfaction on Yumena's face dissolved very quickly. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Surely, you could have thought of something less cheesier than that but congratulations anyway. You finally got what you want," she directed daggers at me with her eyes before walking off. I was confused at what exactly she was referring to.

she exaggerating asked. ”Lili, you know that i’m not really interested in those kind of things and you know what i’m interested in, so that doesn’t really affect me and I’m sorry for spoiling your excitement.” I said. I stood up, put my backpack on my shoulders then grab her bag as she’s staring at me with unreadable face, though I can read her thoughts. (“Now I know why people admire her”) I smiled at her thoughts. I wonder what will her reaction when I say that I can read her mind. I handed her bag back to her and cling my arms on ger arms.

“This is bad.” I frowned. “I know it’s bad.” “No, you don’t.” She leaned closer. “You think it’s messy. You think it’s romantic. You think it’s tragic with a little spice. It is bad.” Apparently I was an idiot who could not take a hint that someone wanted nothing to do with me. Someone being Leonardo, and the idiot being me. But why did she think it was bad in that tone? What was her reason? She answered before I could ask.

she said laughing like manic. Gosh she was insane, I thought to myself along with the horrifying realization that I haven’t just been kidnapped. I’ve been thrown back into the hands of the one person who would rather see me burn than walk free. Zoya’s not dead, she was very much alive. And she’s coming for revenge.

Her mouth was wide open as if she saw All the avengers right infront of her. "I waxed a guy's legs, I helped a guy buy a push-up bra? Wait! You even saw me half naked!! You pervert!! That explains why you always stare my chest I thought you were depressed coz you're flat chested. But you turned out to be a fucking pervert. I can't believe this." she said as she closed her mouth with her palm. "you didn't tell me about that half naked stuff! " Zayden nudged Tristan sitting on the couch looking extremely guilty but still trying not to get too exposed due to his already ripped shirt.

"The whole time, you've been somewhere else. I'm not stupid, Mikhail." "I don't know what you're talking about." I said, but the lie fell flat even to my own ears. "Bullshit," She stood up and started gathering her clothes. "I've had enough guys fuck me while thinking about their ex to know what it looks like. Who is she?" "No one," I said. "It's nothing." "Right. Nothing." She pulled her dress over her head, not bothering with her undergarments. "You know what? Fuck you. I deserve better than being someone's second choice while you fantasize about whatever bitch has you twisted up."