The Yandere Novels & Stories

There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting. “What’s your say about this, Miss Yara?” Perry’s voice brought Hera back to reality, just in time to see the woman who seemed detached to everything earlier jumping on the soles of her feet, looking startled. “Oh, so Yara deserved honorary, too, huh!” “Okay, fine!’ she snapped, crackling her fingers. “Yara then if it’ll stop you

“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.

Aleandro glared at her. Yuriel smirked mockingly and sneered at him. "Then why, if I make you angry, will you rape me to death?" He smiled bitterly at the end of her sentence. Aleandro was no different from the thugs who would rape her or the pedophile Mr. Smith. Thinking women are the objects of their lust. Aleandro gripped the rim of the tray tightly. He was silent and didn't respond. He was well aware of Yuriel's bad temper. Once Yuriel was unhappy, she would be stubborn until the end. She never confessed her feelings and rejected Aleandro until the end of her life. Make them oscillate in despair, love and hate in a second life.

I was feeling that way when we were in the bathroom. "Bec, listen to me." Will begins. "Andrea." I interrupt him, looking back to him. He eyes at me in question. To hell with it, I roll me eyes, "My name is Andrea." "Now that, that makes sense to me." Brian smirks. "Andrea," Will smiles as he says my name, "This is going to sound crazy okay? But it's all true. Those guys you say are your brothers. They're dangerous, they... aren't human. They're vampires. That's why they can do mind manipulation like today. They can confuse you and give you thoughts that aren't your own." All thoughts disappear from my mind as I listen to him talk.

I have a lot of respect on Satrun's territory, but here she is acting like I'm inconveniencing her. Well that's kind of the least of my problem, what I'm seeing just caught me off guard. "What are they doing in there?" "How did they get in there? Did you put them there?" I said directing my question to the bossy girl, while she hid behind the woman who I later got to know as Jane. "Mum! I told you, she's mental." "No dear, calm down." "That's just a TV" "What's a TV?" "Its a device that displays images and objects"

“We are a few of those chosen players! We must win and take everyone back!” “I didn’t know watching too much movies is dangerous to your brain,” Geodie kidded, setting some distance between her and Yuri just in case a physical response would happen. I fully understood her, though. Yuri always exchanged everything with physical contacts, that’s why you better prepare yourself or else suffer from her wrath. When you made her laugh, she’d slap you hard. When you made her angry, she’d pin you with her whetted fingernails. When you annoyed her, she’d pinch your ears. Yes, ears; left, and right—she’d pinch them both at the same time. The pain she could cause may not be as intense as what Geodie co

I stammered while sobbing. "Sammy, I know what you are thinking, but I want you to give this presentation. Not for me, not for Sir, and also not for this organization, but yourself. I want my old best friend back, for whom things like these used to be a piece of cake. I want you to do it for your old self, for the girl who was carefree and cheerful." Adya said while hugging and rubbing my back. Giving me a glass of water she asked,

"Because I'm a weird hybrid mutation that probably isn’t even a full angel. They called me a devil angel because I'm red. Red hair, red wings, and red eyes. I dye everything black and wear color contacts." "Seriously?" "Yeah. The Council, which includes my own mother, has done horrible things to everyone, so stop being so selfish and don't you dare think that you're the only one who has problems," she spits before stalking away. I fall onto my back with a low groan. “I feel like the biggest bitch in the world right now," I mumble.

But the worst part is the actual store, which is trashed and broken, even from this distance. Instantly, I knew that this is the work of my very unhinged and confusing fanbase. And as if that’s not horrible enough, I can see Yana from afar, on her knees, sweeping the ruins as tears start to brim her eyes. * * * Y A N A

I know both of them are desperate to get back to their mates. Yara, my new Gamma female, is strong and fierce but also kind. She comes from a very powerful Gamma line in Yellowstone and is a perfect match for Jasper. Emily, my new Delta female, is calm and quiet, a watcher. People often underestimate her because of it, but she is an incredibly strong fighter. Not in Zahra’s league, of course, but strong nonetheless, and she keeps Marcus on his toes.