Yandere Dev Face Novels & Stories

After that, she leaned near to Alex's ear and whispered, "You're mine okay? I'll cut your dick off if you cheat on me." Alex froze on the spot when he heard her last sentence. He couldn't believe what he heard. He finally understood what the value 200 on Erza's pleasure meter meant. It meant that she loved him so much that she became a yandere...

He stared at her, trying to discern what she was really thinking. "I want everything. I want the world." She told him. Reyan’s eyes went wide in shock. He can’t believe that this is Yuria talking! She remembered that elegant old lady with a kind smile and benevolent gaze. The one before her may look the same, but that kind smile and gaze have changed, and were replaced by an arrogant smile and… condescending gaze. This isn’t the Yuria that he knows.

Truly cruel! Randu raised her sword, her eyes focused on the face with several scars.. the face she has imagined would give her a sweet home life…giving her warmth and affection, a face that is always present in her hallucinations…is kissing her face with love. Yes…that face, in her thoughts and dreams is the face of a gentle loving person who loves her…but in the real world….that face doesn't know the meaning of love at all, he's never gentle, let alone love her.

She looks around the brightly lit seating area and her heart nearly stops when she spots Evander clear as day seated at the far end of the café by the window. There is a jacket over the back of the chair opposite of him and soon after a young red-headed woman sits down across, only the side of her face visible to Amira. She peers at the woman’s face and wonders why she looks so familiar; she has never seen this woman before she can swear, but something about her face reminds her of someone.

I turned to look at the Shredder. But I didn't see a wall of light. Inside the Shredder, I saw a **Face**. It was a human face. A man with tired eyes, sitting in a dark room in the year 2026. He was looking at a screen, his finger hovering over the "Delete" key. He looked like me. He looked like Rowan. He looked like the Developer. He was the **Reader**. "Stop," I whispered, reaching out a hand made of static. "Don't delete us. We're real."

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

Sometimes Zayn thinks Nadhea is a female character in comics and fiction. Women are fragile, smelly and easily destroyed. Nadhea tilted her face and said, " Zayn, how did I meet Adam? If you can call in front of me."The face is removed. Zayn let out a loud growl when the reflection of Nadhea's human face destroyed his desire to taste it. At least Nadhea let him in without fear of someone else hurting him at the same time.

With that, she brought her face closer to his. Unsurprisingly, Yvan tilted his head up, and his eyes filled with rage. Noting the way he avoided her, Yuna snorted silently. "Weren't you the one who dared me? What? Are you running away now?" Yvan snarled. He lowered his head and drew in closer to her face. His expression grew increasingly darker as anger glinted in his eyes. "How many guys have you done this same thing to?" "Take a guess.”

She can’t believe what she was seeing! the face of the tank was full of muscle but the looks of it, it was very look-alike to the person she was looking for curly hair and that drowsy eyes... that look... “its.. Yuuki”- Dessa

"Maya…" She pointed straight ahead. "Argh!!" Yandel screamed. The headlights of the Rachel's car casted its highlights on her, highlighting her cheek bones and red lipstick giving her a look like maleficent. Her hair was held back in a tight pony which helped to highlight her facial features even more. "Why does she look like Maleficent when we just crossed her territory," Rachel whispered to Yandel. "She looks fucking scary," Yandel said, locking his side of the door.