Soft Yandere Novels & Stories

When Selene Vireaux, a rogue werewolf, arrives in Chicago to disappear into the noise of the city, she expected loneliness. But then she sees him. Lucas Carter is everything Selene shouldn't want — human, innocent, young, soft — but the moment their eyes meet across a rain-slicked street, something ancient awakens inside her. It's not hunger. It's not instinct. It's need. She stalks him through alleys, watches him in silence, memorizes his every movement from the shadows. But when a violent attack leaves Lucas bleeding in the dark, Selene breaks her vow of distance and reveals herself — beautiful, feral, inhuman — to save him. Now bound by blood, danger, and a connection neither of them can understand, Selene must decide if she’s willing to destroy the fragile peace she’s built just to keep Lucas for herself… and Lucas must choose whether to run from the monster who saved him, or fall into the fire of something far more dangerous than love. Obsession burns. And under the full moon, nothing stays human for long.

Content Warnings ⚠️ Violence BDSM elements Obsessive or possessive behavior Age gap Manipulation Physical fights/assault Torture and trauma (off-page) PTSD Rough sex Family relationships This isn't a sweet, soft love. If you aren't ready for a flawed, morally gray, obsessive character, skip. ~~~~ I started peeling off my clothes right there in the hallway, daring him to look. I wanted to see if the perfect brute my grandfather built has a breaking point. I wanted to see if he was actually human, capable of love, or just a puppet that follows orders. That was the first time I saw the mask slip. That was the night he stopped being my protector and became my predator. Now, we are locked together in a cycle of destruction where his obsession is my only reality. He would rather see me dead than in another man’s arms, and I’m too far gone to want anyone else. Running away from him is the safest option. But why run when his obsessive love is the only thing I'm used to?

He died cold and forgotten in a boardroom, then woke up choking on palace bathwater while his stepsister tried to finish the job. Welcome to hell, new body. Jay is now Prince Jayvyn, the royal family’s shameful, “too soft” Omega. The one they expect to spread his legs beautifully and die quietly. Fuck that noise. Three days until the Mate Selection, Jay does the impossible: he forces open his first cultivation meridian in secret, howling through the white-hot pain like the rules of Omegas don’t apply to him anymore. Now the kingdom’s most terrifying Alpha—General Kael Thorne, all brutal muscle and centuries of restrained hunger is looking at him like he wants to devour him whole. Kael has never wanted an Omega. Until Jay shows up. Two Alphas think they can claim him. One rebellious body that’s starting to ache for more than just survival. He died powerless once. This time, he’s going to make them beg for every inch of him.

🔥 "I was betrayed, exiled, and left to die. Then they found me." 🔥 The fateful night the Bloodmoon Alphas caught my scent, the world stopped. Knox, the ruthless future Alpha, pinned me to the tree, his ice-blue eyes burning. "Mine." Raven, the second brother, snarled behind as his fangs grazed my asscheek. "Ours." Nathan, the third, squeezed my two soft oranges on my chest with tenderness. “To claim, to ruin." Caiden, the fourth, whispered against my dripping hole, “You’ll scream for us, little wolf." And then there was Luciano, their father, the ancient Shadow King. The only one strong enough to resist me… until the Blood Moon rose. “You think my four alpha sons are handful?” he growled, his claws digging into my hips as his sons watched, their eyes dark with lust. “You haven't met me yet.” I should’ve run. But when five Alphas claim you at once, there’s no escape—only ecstasy. Problem? The pack’s curse demands a sacrifice. And if I don’t surrender to all of them, we all die.

When the Golden boy rejects Hermione for the Queen Bee; her cousin, the whole realm becomes set to experience a new emergence. "You!" I yell, pushing his shoulder. A small smile played on his lips, as he drinks in the sight of my drenched hair and dress. "Eyes here! You don't..." His lips suddenly clasp over mine, as his right hand comes to hold my hair gently. My eyes were out in shock. I try to push him... his tongue teasing and seeking... My whole being betrays as my eyes close in surrender… I kiss him back passionately, caressing his soft hair... A bright light shines above us when I suddenly unlatch my shaky lips to catch my breath. The full moon. "Magnificent, huh?" He asks, taking a look at the sky. I shakily nod. I was very much speechless. My eyes saunter back to his swollen lips... "My Prince!" Some royal guards call, running to the pool. ~Welcome to your favourite HighSchool Romance~

THEIR FORBIDDEN LOVE MAY GET THEM BOTH KILLED... (Excerpt) He pressed his arousal against her soft body. You know how much I desire to have you, Diana. Tell me you want me, too.” Shaking her head, her eyes misted. He growled at her stubbornness. Then he nuzzled his cheek against hers, enjoying the delicate ivory fragrance she'd washed with, hoping she’d succumb to his advances. He ran his finger over her firm nipple. “I won't let Ragnar have you. We’ll return to the pack and then—” “No. He’ll kill you. I don’t want you for a mate. Don't you understand?” She tried to pull away from him, her voice heated with anger. “I don’t want you.” But he recognized from her words and actions that it wasn't true; he’d use every trick he knew to convince her to tell the truth.

Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him. Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line. “Justin, I’m hurt. My leg hurts so much!” Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me. “Alice is injured. I’ll have to do this another time.” With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment. I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives.  At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts.  When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues. I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. “You’re so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She’s my past, but you’re my future.” So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition. “Let’s get married.”

Captivating smile 5ft, 6inches tall, a willowy build and gorgeous translucent skin. Janice Sketches was a well-known matchmaker that could solve any problem within seconds. She finds matches to those unable to and was very skilled at it. But, she hadn't found her perfect match. Jules Forrest, also known as the devil for being a ruthless CEO. He only engaged in a nightstand and didn't believe true love existed. However, his principle changed when he met the stunning woman that shared his bed after a night at his brother's wedding. ----- EXCERPT: He knew she was drunk and he didn't want to take advantage of it but he couldn't help how her soft lips were making him feel. The softness of her skin, her sweet cupid-bow shaped lips, and warm kiss were beginning to make his mind muddled. He allowed her to take the lead without initiating anything so as not to overwhelm her. “Please take me, stranger." Her eyes and body begged him.

After nine years of loving Brandon Clawhill, the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, we're finally about to hold our marking ritual. That's when I discover he's been cheating on me with his adopted younger sister, Gwyneth Howler, for the entire nine years we've been together. Through tears, I demand to know why. Brandon simply smiles and gently wipes away my tears. He says in a soft voice, "Adlina, I can't help it. Gwyneth's breasts are much bigger than yours. She's curvier and sexier too. You know I've always had a weakness for women with E-cup figures. I just can't resist a woman like her." His words cut into my heart like a knife. I tremble with pain as tears stream uncontrollably down my face. The next day, I pick up my phone and call the Alpha of the Blackstone pack. "Hendrick Grayson, I'm willing to become your Luna."

To keep the peace between humans and shifters, those chosen by the Oracle are forced to mate with their bound partners. And me? I was forced to be the shared mate of twin black dragons. Every night, I brewed two glasses of moon-wine to help them sleep. The older brother, Kaelen, was cold. But when he took his glass, his scalding fingertips would brush my wrist in a silent promise, and he’d murmur a soft thanks. But the younger one, Cassian? A vicious temper. He’d smash the glass, hurl insults, and crush me with the weight of his dragon aura. I had been lying to myself. Walking on eggshells. Desperately keeping a fragile peace. Until a fellow apothecary told me the truth. She hesitated, then said: "He treats you like dirt. The other one is gentle. Why do they both get the same precious moon-wine? How is that fair to the one who actually cares?" I thought about it all day. She was right. Late that night, I left the apothecary in a sheer silk robe, carrying only one glass of moon-wine.