I Thought She Was A Yandere Novels & Stories

alternate versions or doppelgangers of hers? One of them suddenly smiled at me as they approached. "I see you met one of my sisters, Yami." She said, making me frown in confusion. Was she referring to the one who was currently holding a knife to my neck ? The latter slowly retreated the knife before helping me to my feet and dusting my body casually. She was also the exact replica of Iñari, only with a kinda masculine vibe. She had a short haircut and was dressed in all black like a high school goth kid.

She nudged my side. "You don't know how much relief I feel knowing that you don't like him. I thought it was going to turn into another Sasha situation." I chuckled. "You mean that two-faced bitch. She was such a pain in the ass and messed up in the head. Now that you mentioned it, I haven't heard about her for a while, so she's mostly likely dead. I wonder what stupid shit she did?" She mused, and I cringed. Oh, if only she knew.

She raises an eyebrow just as I open my eyes and look at her. Has anyone told her she looks pretty when she does that thing with her eyebrow? -God, Vincent, get your head out of your ass and stop thinking about this. She's a human, a murderer, not another beautiful woman at your feet.- The inner pep-talk doesn't help much either. Even after trying to make myself feel bad for having such thoughts, I still think she's pretty. I sigh and shake my head. "You're not going to like this..."

The girl just laughed even harder by now. "You're a funny kid." She said between giggles. "I like you." "Really? So you're what they call, a yandere?" I said raising my right eyebrow and turning my head slightly to the left. Completely referring to why I'm tied to a chair and have been kidnapped. She just laughed some more. " Can I at least see your face?" "Why? You're gay right? Why see my face if you're not going to find me cute?" She said.

she chuckles. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised slightly, admittedly surprised by her words. She bites her lips and her cheeks flush slightly, clearly realising what she said, and now embarrassed by what she said to her pack Beta. Though I have to say I am feeling pretty good, almost buzzing off her words. My mate thinks I am cute. My mate thinks I am fucking cute!! “Sorry” she mutters. “I am not going to complain at you thinking I am cute, doll. Quite like the idea actually” I wink at her with a grin.

She sighed heavily and stepped back. “Ivan, I hope you fully inform her that you and I are friends and nothing else. Obviously, the girl is obsessed with you and thinks you two are a thing. The way she yelled at me, thinking she had the right to rectify whatever was going on between you two, in my face, was pathetic. Isn’t she your Gamma? All she showed me was how immature she is. What she did was uncalled for, for her to display such childish behavior, assuming I was after you. I am not her enemy, and she acted like I was.” She said with a sense of finality in her voice. Her stance–powerful and controlled. It’s what makes her different from all the other girls I know.

she shrugged her shoulder, I know she’s doing it just to demotivate me, just to take the excitement away. I can do better than get influenced by her words, that just want to ruin the beginning. “Really? How many men have you gone out with yet?” I snorted and she punched me slightly however the rage in her eyes was real. “So, Ms. Clichés… what do you want to watch?” I looked around, my eyes falling on some humans dressed with weird costumes and then I looked at her, is she looking at the same thing? “Avengers, end game…” she beamed with happiness, what game? End game, did I hear it right? It’s the beginning and all she’s thinking about is how to end us?

Grabbing her hair in frustration, she kept moving in her office. " Yes, because it's the same guy. Also, What a great use of your office, Shana. You are simply misusing your power by not working. " Sarcasm her mind. What she wanted most was her mind and heart on the same page but, it didn't seem like it. All she wanted was her agony to end in any way. And suddenly, she knew it. She knew how to end it, even though she knew it was funny. Sitting down hurriedly on her chair, she turned the power on of her apple and, start typing fastly with a very mischievous smile.

I could see it in the way her expression tightened, in the way her eyes searched mine like she was looking for a crack. “I don’t believe that,” she said. “Women like you don’t just walk away from men like him.” My smile even grew more. She was really delusional. She thinks I would fall to my knees for Callahan. “I have better things to worry about than Callahan.” Her expression shifted, clearly irritated. “Oh?” She tilted her head, her gaze dragging over me slowly. “Like warming your boss’s bed?” I tilted my head slightly, studying her. “Like you did?” I asked, my voice was just as soft with a smile on my face.

“Choose something else.” “I’ve made my decision.” I stood my ground. ‘What’s she thinking?’ I asked Qyler, wishing I could read her thoughts. ‘She’s thinking how much of a son-of-a-bitch you are, and how much she’d love to strangle you.’ Qyler drawled. ‘You’re making that up.’ I dismissed his words. ‘I wish I was.’ He chuckled.