Real Life Yandere Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“It’s what the opposite of what usually occurs in real life.” It had been more than a week since Misha dreamt of Soren trying to rape her inside her room, a week that saw her fail every time she tried to delete the details of that dream in her mind. “Meaning, in your waking hours, he could be respectful and loving towards you,” Yana added. Those words sort of tickled Misha’s heart but she didn’t say anything. Yana, one of Misha’s closest friends, was twenty two years old. She was an accounting graduate but a full-time model in the meantime just like Misha. They were in a coffee shop waiting for another model friend. They would go to a casting call for a TV commercial.

Just wait for it. Anyway, back to my wonderful life. I have a perfect girlfriend. Wendy. She's a beauty with brains and a banging body. She's not like Dani. She doesn't sit around all day doing nothing. She goes to the gym. She works out. She checks her diet. She cooks nutritious meals. She eats fruits. She has a skincare routine. And a haircare routine. And even a kitty-care routine. Yeah, she keeps it tight and tasty for daddy.

“Goro-kun…! So deep…ahh! Harder… yes, right there!” Her nails dug into his biceps as her pussy fluttered and clenched around him. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room. Fugishigoro leaned down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth while continuing to thrust like a man possessed. He bit down gently, then harder, marking her as his. Inside his mind, the yandere chanted: She will never leave. I’ll fill her every day. Keep her here. Breed her. Own her.

I deliberately tapped on a video. The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us. Jenna's face turned pale. Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?" Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!" "Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

However, it was going to ruin me so bad. “Just the way we had always wanted you. A fucking whore for us.” Kieran said, his eyes red, and he slipped a finger into my hole.

I’m a dog chewing on the scraps of a rich man who hates my very existence because I used to date his wife. “You did this,” I whisper, staring at the empty leather chair behind Zayn’s desk. “You’re doing this to me. Jade is mine. She’s fucking mine. She was my girlfriend. She was my fiancée. And she was supposed to be my wife. You took her away. You fucking did this to me.”

The man was so fucking organized, it almost seems like he does not make mistakes. “Let's go meet the other ladies,” Brenda offered. I didn't want to meet the other ladies, they are judgmental women who pretend to be saints, but I knew their dirty secrets. Ranging from Lana: The goody two shoes girlfriend who has fucked her boyfriend's friend multiple times behind her boyfriend's back. Then to Maria: The one who pretends to be a virgin but she is a fucking whore who sleeps with men for money. Then Aurora: The one who talks about staying with one guy, but she has jumped to four guys in just six months because she is trying to find the right cock that would fuck her well.

Reading the text left me feeling completely drained. I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and collapsed backward into the couch. How could a man be this deeply unhinged? He was well into his 40s, yet he had spent the last two decades roleplaying as a spoiled prince. Thinking back to Hannah's enabling behavior, I realized that she was largely to blame for this monster. Alicia bombarded my phone with messages all night, but I didn't reply to a single one.

“I’m neither your wife nor your girlfriend. I am your slave. But whenever you need me to be your wife or girlfriend, I will be.” She smiled sadly and that chrome from her voice vanished in which she was critiquing him a while ago. Yohan Dixon threw the receiver angrily. He had disliked her words. whole bedroom. …