Yandere Boy Novels & Stories

Gabi smiled as she sipped her juice seemly unsatisfied with the outcome of Cassie’s date. She has never seen a guy fall for a girl on the first date! It’s nearly impossible and yet it happened, he must be a play boy, Indeed. He must be… Ugh! She is so sick of these boys toying with innocent girls! She just hopes this Jerry guy isn’t a phony because just seeing Cassie all happy makes her happy so if he were to break her heart just like all these playboys out there then she would only think of these words “Sorry to say but I told you so”

Zephyr studied the kid, and realized why Boxer was so proud. Yang was no slouch. Yang looked quite elegant, and he had slow and soft movements. His features were effeminate too. Were it not for his Adam’s apple, many could have mistaken him for a girl. His long hair reached his waist, some even draped over his white robes. His eyes were full of fire and confidence, yet his features remained elegant and reserved. He was a strange beauty that caught many eyes. Yet he stood there unmoving, unspeaking, like a corpse. It was quite disconcerting.

Jim: "Mom, I AM more man than that wimp you call a husband, aren't I?" Sue: [Taking hold of his gigantic organ and his swollen testes, squeezing one and hefting the other to gauge its pendulous weight.] "Sweetheart, you are MUCH more man than that sissy. Your ten inch babymaker is so huge, so strong, and so virile. It's at least three times the length and volume of that spineless husband of mine. I am your slave; I will do anything for you. I must have you...I need that cock inside of me, touching me where your father never did, never could."

He leaned against the brick wall, feeling the rough texture dig into his back, a faint echo of the discomfort that churned inside him. Jay, the kind boy, was a burst of easy laughter and open gestures. He moved with a natural grace, always surrounded by a small orbit of students drawn to his warmth. He genuinely cared, Peter knew that much. He'd seen Jay help a struggling freshman with a dropped armload of books, offer a forgotten lunch to a classmate, or patiently explain a difficult math problem. Jay's kindness was an unshakeable force, and it irritated Peter precisely because it was so genuine.

By the time she had made up her mind to confront him, the boy stopped following her. It was later on that she found a letter from the boy apologizing for what he had done. It ended that way but Arya had already been scarred. Years later, she realized that the boy may have actually suffered from a illness – yandere disease – due to the loss of his father. She tried to forgive the traumatic experience she had undergone but she couldn’t forget. Whatever Ken wanted to talk about her middle school, if it was a good memory they may have shared, then she’d like to know as she couldn’t remember anything good happening.

He didn't think this lovely girl looked anything like the boisterous Jones at all. No, he could never mistake this person for anyone else. Something in him knew that as his mouth went dry and, for once in his life, left him speechless. It was wild the way the world seemed to slow down. Will hadn't felt such a quick draw of attraction since high school. Of course, nearly any pretty face and pair of pert breasts could have sent his heart into a flutter. Now he was grown, and most people, women included, tended to bore him to death.

"Get a handle on it already." "Oh, let me see if I have got this straight. A boy we purchased alongside a girl, suddenly sprouts breasts, lets down his hair, and turns from looking handsomely beautiful to breathtakingly, femininely beautiful.” Ottai’s voice rose in pitch. “And if that was not enough to melt my brain, the boy is a Syren. Oh, and just for kicks, he is also the grand king’s Soulbond. A SOULBOND!" "I know, it’s mind-blowing, right?" Vladya deadpanned, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk.

Harry said and looked at him with puppy eyes. "What do you mean you love me?" Elijah asked in a stern tone as he pushed him away. "You treat girls like your sisters so you must like guys. I wouldn’t mind if you like me." Harry gave him a cheesy smile. "Well, I don't mind if you guys start dating, I mean you know I love yaoi(BL) more than I love him," Emily said and pointed at Harry. Grace started smiling and was waiting for their reaction. "Eww!" Elijah said and jumped away from Harry.

The girl just laughed even harder by now. "You're a funny kid." She said between giggles. "I like you." "Really? So you're what they call, a yandere?" I said raising my right eyebrow and turning my head slightly to the left. Completely referring to why I'm tied to a chair and have been kidnapped. She just laughed some more. " Can I at least see your face?" "Why? You're gay right? Why see my face if you're not going to find me cute?" She said.

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.