Yandere Bakugou Novels & Stories

Yang Xiao said in a low voice. Miyamoto Ichiro roared with hatred, "B*tch! Congratulations, your idiot has completely aroused my anger. I will not only disgrace your wife in front of you, but also let countless men in Japan rape her a hundred times!" What? Forceful women to do Tang Muxue a hundred times? His anger was boiling! The killing intent was awe-inspiring! In an instant, Yang Xiao's reverse scale was touched, and a cold aura swept through the entire Sakura Sun-style cuisine store.

Byul squealed as she ran to squish Xander's cheeks and hug him tight before he could escape from her clutches. Xander sighed and wiggled out of the embrace. "I told you not my cheeks!" Xander huffed as his chubby cheeks turned red. "How's this possible Byul?" Gwen looked astonished. "Why isn't it possible Gwen?" Byul asked back. "I don't know. It's not usual to have a male as a unicorn. The Yin energy came from you?" Gwen asked Xander who nodded. "Well...first things first." Xander turned to Leah and smiled at her who looked at her in suspicion.

The four did not look like experienced Jianghu men. They did not look mature in their clothing but looked a little uneasy and uneasy. There were also two of them who were eager to try. It seemed that they had a good impression of the men among them. Bache waved his hand and said, "Come here, all of them are newcomers. It's clean." The person he was most satisfied with was called Yuri. She had a goose egg face and a white and small face. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail. She was not very tall. She was a small girl with a pair of lively and pure tea-colored eyes.

' Not this time, temporary she is 'Akira', the male disguise of Yui, the obsessive-minded villainess! His mind is filled with disgusting thoughts that he keeps smacking his head as if forcefully shirking off a bunch of hurtful laughter out of his head. 'Scram off! ... God Damn it!' Rage started to build up in his esteem but a mouthful of cold-chilly air pours down his throat. That woke him up from the nightmare...

Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords. Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands." He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken. When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately. Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.