Que Es Yandere Novels & Stories

My sister aims her camera at my face as she livestreams. She forces me to get on my knees before her as everyone in her class watches. Then, she tells me to lick her shoe clean. My parents know about her behavior but don't care how it affects me. Their indulgence only makes my sister's behavior worse. This is precisely what I want, though. If one wants to ruin someone, the first step is to turn her into a psycho!

Laura Valerie Alexander; A woman who is initially afraid will of blood, is forced into the mafia world when she witnesses her father and mother being killed by the head of the Italian Mafia. Laura who was taken away by her father's confidant when the war happens. Able to create a Mafia group and raise the war flag on the Mendrick family when he has succeeded in becoming the head of the Mafia. When the war drums have been beaten and when the plans have begun. Laura never thought. That she will enter into the life of a man who can put her in a dilemma between choosing love and revenge. The man was the son of the head of the Italian Mafia. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick; the little boy that Damian had brought with him when he killed Laura's father and mother.

Charlotte's 18th birthday brought a devastating blow to her life. She received a birthday cake, birthday wishes, and her mate's betrayal. In a fit of rage, she stabbed the silver knife into his heart. Her father sentenced her to death, and her mother died trying to save her. While on the run, she encountered her second chance mate -Sebastian Ryan, the Alpha King. She considered him as her life-saving straw, but her devilish father would never let her go easily. ... At first sight of Charlotte, Sebastian was convinced that he would never let such a woman become his Luna Queen. She seemed pitiful, weak, and timid. Compared to his late Luna Queen, his second mate was worlds apart. Not to mention that she was the woman who brought him the curse. He wanted to kill her, but his wolf warned him not to do so.

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

At the Nightwood Clan's feast celebrating our victory over the hunters, I was accused by Julia—a fledgling freshly turned from a blood servant. The charge? Stealing fifteen crates of mana crystals and hundreds of vials of the finest rare bloods. She pointed a finger at me, her voice ringing with self-righteousness. "Are we going to let a selfish thief like her continue to control this clan's lifeblood? I propose she be thrown into the Silverwater dungeons immediately!" I looked to Joseph, the Earl of Nightwood, the man I had loved for a hundred years. He knew damn well all of it—the blood, the crystals—was mine. My gift to the clan. I needed those crystals to heal the wounds I took in the fighting, and the rare blood was the only way we could call on our allies. But the man who'd been tangled in my sheets just last night now stared at me coldly. "Julia has records of you stealing clan resources. What do you have to say for yourself?" A smirk touched my lips. "I have nothing to say." So, they thought I was some fool they could just push around. They had no idea I was a descendant of the most powerful Vampire Prince of all, Valerius. If they wanted to play games with me, they’d better be prepared for my revenge.

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

Scarlett lived her whole life hating her body and wishing she were like every normal lady with a slim figure. She’s chubby and round — everything beautiful females are not. Left to die in the woods after being betrayed by her fated mate and the pack she could lay down her life for, Scarlett vows to be back stronger and protect her newly discovered pregnancy with everything she has. She survived in the woods for days until a man who was battered, poisoned, and on the verge of death appeared before her. It’s the Alpha king — Jordan Blackwood. He was poisoned by his own brother who thought he was dead at that moment. Scarlett takes care of him and shares the shelter she made for herself with him. He survives. Then as two broken people who are thirsty for revenge, they come up with a plan. Scarlett will go back with him to his kingdom where he’ll show his brother that he’s very much alive, and she’ll stand beside him as Queen and the mother of his unborn pup. That way, his people who have all thought that he was infertile will see him as virile and he’ll regain their trust. And in return, Scarlett will use his resources as the king to get revenge on her former mate and everyone who chased her out of her pack. They get into a contract marriage with rules but as time goes by, caution is thrown to the wind and maybe — just maybe — fate had intended them to meet in that forest, and they’re each other’s soulmates. But would they overcome every obstacle thrown their way?

Summer Phillips has it all. Loving parents, good grades, and popularity. Except for one thing. A loving and caring boyfriend. After dating a string of bad boys and jerks, she finally decided that enough is enough! She almost gave up on meeting a genuinely nice guy until one day, she laid her eyes on Anthony Turner, a sweet, charismatic, and smart guy in her Math class. In an attempt to make the first move, she proceeded to pass him a note. What could go wrong, right?Except...the note fell into the hands of the person she hated the most, Anthony Dean. Will she be able to clear up the misunderstanding or will Anthony target her as his latest conquest?

Betrayed me. Buried me like I was nothing. I was Sera Nightshade, Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, the most powerful werewolf territory in North America. For five years, I stood beside Damien Blackwood, my Alpha mate, believing in our bond, our love, our future. I gave him everything: my loyalty, my body, my soul. On the night of our official mating ceremony, with the full moon as our witness and the entire pack gathered to celebrate, he made his choice. Her. Vivian Cross, his childhood sweetheart, his secret mistress, the she-wolf he'd been hiding in the shadows for years. In front of everyone, he rejected our mate bond and claimed her instead. The pain of a broken mate bond should have killed me instantly, but I survived. Barely. That's when things got worse. They couldn't let me live. A rejected Luna who knew too many pack secrets, who had too much support, who might challenge his rule. So Damien and Vivian made sure I'd never speak again. They poisoned me, wrapped my body in silver chains, and threw me off Widow's Peak into the frozen river below. I felt every second of my death. The silver burning through my veins. The ice-cold water fills my lungs. The darkness is swallowing me whole.

Queen was your typical teenager who ran away from home after a dispute she has with her family. Strapped to the slums with no relatives to depend on nor a place to live in, she finds her way into Bright's world and ends up getting employed as a housekeeper. She then lives her days working, until a spiteful event happens that has her witnessing a gruesome scene. Without knowing that she'll be dancing in the palm of her employer, Queen finds herself unable to escape her clutches. In an absurd love full of obsession and mischief, how could two women manage to fall in love and show their affection throughout the world?