Yandere Ayano Novels & Stories

Aina scolds her. "Oh right! I need to go to work! I can't do that! Not a chance!" Yana shouted at her realizations. "See? You should look at reality, my best friend!" Aina exclaimed. "You're right! I haven't thought about that." Yana said then release a deep sigh. "You're so dumb! Decide one at a time, no one's chasing you." Aina last said then collapsed. She's so drunk. I looked at Yana who's still drinking alcohol, she looks so stress.

She knew how much Ayana took her feelings of being her servant. It was near obsession and if someone is obsessed, it's scary. They wouldn't be able to control their feelings, and would felt it's the right thing they are feeling. Ayana is so obsessed with her role that she failed to agree with her wanting her to be her friend, sister and all that Morgana had come to consider her to be. She was sure Ayana was more frightened than her at the moment. The fact that she might not be able to properly protect her, resulted in her Intense anger.

It was clear how her eyes shone when she looked at the man who was fondling his lips. She seemed to be the type of innocent girl who so easily fell for the charms of the men who was dominating her. Reminded Lavina of her old self. So weak, so easy to play with. Pathetic. Very disgusting. "Hghhhhh... Aslan—ahhhh." The voice of Ayana was out of control. Lavina was not sure what exacly the man did but Lavina believed that Ayana was in 'heaven'. “Stophhhnn”

Damon kept uttering, which made the woman lower her head even more and hide the smirk on her lips. “I'm happy that you told me about this. I won't be mad at you anymore, but I want you to get Leah here.” The woman's hands turned into a fist, but they stopped when somebody knocked on the door. It was Anaya who had secret lingerie on her body. She was seductively smiling at Damon while Damon had a sour expression. “Lycan, I want to ask you something.” Anaya turned her gaze to the woman and glared at her when she saw how pretty she was. “Who is this? I don't even see her in this pack.”

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno

________ " That guy is staring at you. You look fucking hot even when you are pregnant." I blushed hard at Anaya's compliment. She was very extroverted, unlike her cousin. I loved how vocal she was about her thoughts and feelings. Anaya gave me her purple dress. It was not so tight but still gave me a sexy look. Her wardrobe surprised me. She had cravings for clothes.

She puts in the time, the effort, and has so much compassion it hurts. I hate that they’re looking at her like a piece of ass because she deserves so much more than that. Ayame’s the type that’s worth it. All the effort and migraine inducing nonsense that comes attached to relationships. 53: Hiro - Not Again

His words got drowned out as the ground tilted and I landed in darkness. Unknown POV: I can't believe it actually worked! Receiving that note two nights back and actually putting things in place to check it out was not with so many expectations but when you have an opponent that needs to be taken out, every single thing is an opportunity. So Anaya is a witch masquerading as a werewolf? Do her parents know? Does the school know? Does the beloved Alphason who has been lurking around her hospital room know? Does the beta know? Goddess!! This is pure gold!

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.