Novel & Cerita Yandere Drawings

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck, angry, tired, and embarrassed. "Asher?" a small voice said. I looked up. Zaya. She stood at the edge of the porch, holding something in her tiny hands—a crayon drawing. Her eyes, large and filled with concern, studied me. “I drew this,” she whispered, holding it out. “It’s you. And mommy. And all of us. We’re smiling.” I took the paper gently. A lump rose in my throat. It was stick figures and crooked hearts, but it made my chest twist painfully.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

It is totally NO-NO! "Why? You don't believe me?" Ying Yue's questioning her back. She looks confident, and her eyes were showing that she was saying something real. Which makes Xue Mei lose her word afterward. "Hmm.." "Well, you can find his condom in his drawer. I mean, his bedside drawer. There, you also can find a sketchbook which is filled with that girl's drawing. You are an art student, right? So you know it yourself, if someone is really in love with the one she or he truly loves, she or he would draw their significant other’s picture. The feeling to want to portray every single moment with the one they love is what I heard." She flips the comforter and lays on the bed, letting Xue M

Sighing heavily, he continued drawing not wanting to divert his attention. Her cute egg-shaped eyes roamed around disturbing him to another level. Sanskar lifted his eyes from his drawing board and drifted it towards the side where the girl was standing. She was lost in the painting. Her priceless expression makes him giggle. She is indeed a cute bubbly girl and he is attracted for sure.

“Now, now, now, just how many days remain?” He counted as his excitement and lust are shown all over his face. With the vintage-like movie strips that are flashing quickly in front of his eyes, where the characters and main ones are the prominent seven. He draws a perfect sinister smile as he tilts his head to the side before snapping his finger once and stopping the scene, all and directly towards the image and the perfect everyone claims to be, for this world’s Shrine Maiden. “Beautiful.”

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.