Yandere Ayano Novels & Stories

Day 1 Koyama Yua is everyone's dream girl. She has brunette hair, tiger-like eyes, a button nose, and fluffy cheeks. She's intelligent, gorgeous, sexy, and cute. And everyone really likes her here because she is kind. I'm not saying I'm terrible but she's approachable. She always has a smile on her face while I don't. I'm not a very friendly person... And the reason is that I am shy. I'm shy around new people and wasn't able to go talk to them.

Marni mumbled, her cheeks tingling a soft rose. “Yes,” I said. “I’m Lyra. This is Marni.” I held the woman’s gaze until her head finally dropped, breaking eye contact. She looked over at Xavier with a smile. “This should be good.” Xavier narrowed his eyes, but mirth still glistened in them. “It’s their first day. Don’t go too hard on them.” The woman nodded and turned back to us. “I’m Aniyah. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

When Katyana finally released her, Aynyra gave an awkward smile, a curtsey, then bit her lip before turning away towards the main gate. Aynyra had no idea how much that little smile and lip biting twisted a knot in Katyana's gut. Katyana hated herself for it, but it seemed she was beginning to care for someone who would soon have to be murdered by Rhae, and the girl had no idea.

But the second son was also fighting the rogues who were increasingly making noise in the south. By then, Ayana Yvonne had been in a human world for over a quarter of a century. Her daughter Diana was twenty-five years old and in the human world, she was already a middle-aged woman. But when she returned to Lusevell, Ayana was still a young lady with a high spirit to use her magic to fight. At that time she still often returned to Lusevell, to check on the situation there. And when she returned, things were already chaotic. Especially in Silverfur.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" "The glass is one way through, of course they're watching us!" Ayu growled before lifting up her skirt, revealing her white skin and she pulled out two guns from it. Jiroo and I were drawn out and stared at her white skin and thick thigh with our mouth agape. "I will blow your brains out if you don't stop ogling!" "S-sorry." We both snapped and smiled at her awkwardly. "Damn perverts!" She hissed and rolled her eyes.

Nova’s eyes flash with a bright, otherworldly light as she channels the Goddess’s power. Suddenly, Morana’s body tenses and her hands form into fists next to her body. “The Meraloth is fighting back! It’s trying to assert its control!” Morana cries out, her body arching as the Meraloth’s presence is drawn out of her in a wisp of black smoke. “Nero! It… Gods, it hurts so much!” “You can do this, ‘Rana. You’re stronger than that fucker inside of you,” I growl, wishing I could go to her and wrap my arms around her.

Ayana: This time around, the cake platter slipped from my hands, shattering on the floor as the sound brought me back to my senses. " Shit" I gasped as I bent down to gather the fragments of glass. Rebecca, my company friend went on her knees too. " Let me do it Ayana. Just sit and rest your head" It has been three days since those men showed up, three days that meant me being absent minded for most of the days and pushing my boss to his limit with each ridiculous mistake I made.

She turned back to Yara who was giving her a knowing look. “What?” Anaya rolled her eyes and forced the smile out of her lips. Her stomach was filled with tingles and she hated how his mere presence affected her. “Oh, look at that blush on her face. I really miss the honeymoon phase.” Yara placed a hand on her chest dramatically. “I’m not blushing!” Anaya denied vehemently, placing a hand over her cheek. “Okay.” Yara was obviously not convinced but before Anaya could say something else, a towering figure appeared next to her.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.