I Thought She Was A Yandere Novels & Stories

Not just my eyes I can't get my mind off her. Do you think she's gay? What if she doesn't like girls? What if she's into this dicks and she's just a shy sweet girl hopeless waiting for some asshole to shove his dick inside her tight legs, eww. No she's mine baby, yeah. MINE. Emphasis on that. Who am I even kidding, I know she's gay AF What are you thinking? Lemme guess how did I know?. That's a long story for another day.

The hatred was intriguing and for some reason, it sent blood straight to places I never thought she could affect me. I liked seeing her angry, the peace was boring, I knew she had plans but I couldn’t let her think I wasn’t aware. “What do you think I mean Aliyana?” I stood up, hovering over her as she raised her head to stare at me. I imagined what it would look like if she were on her knees with my, I pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the furious woman before me. “I think you’re a crazy psychopath who thinks everyone should bow for you” she yelled, maintaining her hard gaze on me.

"I wanted her to die and he choose her instead over me!" One second I was standing a yard away from her, the next my fingers had sunken into the fabric of her dress as I saw red. She wanted to do what to Yuuki? "Have you lost your mind? He's a mortal!" "That's righteous coming from someone that's been and still is infatuated with a human"

She turned, gazing at me with a look that said she wanted to bury me alive and asked; "What?" Suzuki Yua is one of my friends. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed a dark purple colour and she had dark cat-like eyes. Yua is a beauty with a cold temperament. Also rich and proud. Our parents are friends as well as business partners but I don't like her one bit. She's just a stepping stone for me to achieve what I want. When I'm done, I'll destroy her too. "Who's he?" I asked, nodding slightly in the new guy's direction.

I didn’t put any budget to that. Walking in a cold weather, I successfully bought her meals. At this point, I can’t handle my anger anymore. I just want to pull her hair out of this building. “Huh!” She scoffed in a sarcastic way. “Do you really think that I’m buying that? Only if I know, you seduced sir Yadiel just so you can ride in his car. You poor bitch!” She fumed with a nasal voice. She really did those things to me just because I’m with Yadiel inside his car? Alone? What the fucking hell is she thinking?

“Yeah, I damn well did. Sneaky bastard!” “What was she even thinking?” The first girl goes again. Right! Name’s Yivlen with the nasty facial expressions. Her voice brims with disdain, its venom spritzing on me, lording over my lungs as my heart pounds incessantly. “She was probably hoping he'd fall in love with her,” the third girl titters, stirring the spice in the conversation when she adds, “She thinks too highly of her miserable self.” Overwhelmed by the situation, I excuse myself to the bathroom and shut the door before pressing my ear against it.

I clapped back at her, also stunned by her accuracy. “I guess we are all just greedy and not content with what we have.” “Yeah.” Then we laughed. “Seen any guy you like yet? I know you can't like Varce because he's an asshole but still, I'm sure he'll fall for you if he realizes your identity.” I couldn't even tell her I already did. I shook my head and she smiled. Then she ran her hands through my body. “So feminine. We need to fix it, okay?” I nodded.

Her cute little ass puckering beneath her blood-red dress. My mind went haywire. She was just too sexy. I bet her ass jiggled when she was taking it from behind. My thoughts went TV.MA. 'Zander, how are you gonna keep your promise when she has an ass like that?' Gidian purred in excitement. 'I don't know Gidian. I don't know!' I followed behind her as she entered my bedroom.

His defiance was a stark contrast to her cold indifference, a reminder that no matter how powerful she was, there were still things she could never understand or possess. Yolanda's reaction was chilling. Instead of anger, she burst into laughter, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty room, tinged with madness. "Heartless?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "You're absolutely right. I am heartless. Emotions mean nothing to me." Her unapologetic admission sent a wave of cold dread through us. This was a woman who had completely severed herself from any semblance of humanity, and in that detachment, she had become even more dangerous.

Marvelous! But she looked at me with deepest thought, her shyness melting me more. "Don't tell me I'm right about my thinking?" I moaned out, shy? "No, I'm fine," she said unconsciously moving her eyes around the space "But you said No, _what do you assume I was thinking?" I asked, marking a steady look at her paled face. Over to her tender legs again. She couldn't help but scream for my presence inside of her. “Just unzip and rip me off” she yelled.