Yandere Def Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“What if this is just a Ydaer phenomenon?” Ydaer was a scientist who studied mate bonds and discovered that creatures who hadn’t let go of the past wouldn’t be able to open themselves to feel the bond of a destined mate. Ydaer argued that holding onto bygones created an emotional block that muted a creature’s senses and blinded them from feeling the one they were destined for. He theorized that the Goddess implanted this internal mechanism as a way of making sure a creature was “ready” to meet someone better before allowing the said creature to sense the second chance - a theory that was never confirmed due to the lack of evidence.

He darts off and comes back in human form carrying a girl, her neck covered in blood with a large wolf bite. “Who the hell is this?” I believe she might have been the mate of Evander. Her wound is fresh, within the last few minutes. The pain it looked like Evander experienced before dying looked like someone struggling with a mate bond. That would definitely explain what happened, making it extremely ironic if Evander died by the same trick he had hoped to use to win. Amira, it’s me, sweetheart. Please, look at me. Calix moves toward her and lowers himself to the ground.

“Goro-kun…! So deep…ahh! Harder… yes, right there!” Her nails dug into his biceps as her pussy fluttered and clenched around him. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room. Fugishigoro leaned down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth while continuing to thrust like a man possessed. He bit down gently, then harder, marking her as his. Inside his mind, the yandere chanted: She will never leave. I’ll fill her every day. Keep her here. Breed her. Own her.

I look at Arya, confused. “No,” I say and Devin shakes his head. “What is that?” “A fujoshi,” Arya says, her fingers gliding down Devin and my arms causing sparks to march through our skin, “is a Japanese term for a woman who likes watching romantic and sexual interactions between men. I am a fujoshi.” And just like that, my dick springs to life. I look at Devin and see that his eyes are completely blown in his lust.