Yandere Drawings Novels & Stories

Cute and dreamy. But the others… She was naked in most of them—shamelessly so. One sketch had her bent over, her spine arched in a deep, sensual curve, ass high in the air, thighs parted, hair spilling over her shoulder. What? My eyes widened as I flipped. She was straddling… someone, her head thrown back in abandon, lips parted like she was mid-moan, nails digging into imaginary skin. Her breasts were drawn in exquisite detail, nipples tight, hard, mouthwatering.

Page after page -- each more shocking, intimate, and raw than the last. One page simply read: "Free Use Toy" With a drawing of the same girl sitting on a bed, wrists tied to her ankles, head tilted back, cum sketched across her chest, her expression... serene. The page after that? "Training Day One" A collar being locked around her throat. The same girl. Blank eyes. Tears streaking her cheeks. Andrew leaned back. He ran his hand through his hair, staring down at the sketchbook like it had bitten him. He shouldn't feel aroused.

"Hi princess easy, I'm still a little sore. I wince but hug her hack. "Papa said you were hurt really lsa." I nod. She pulls a piece af paper out of her pocket and shows me a drawing of two stick figures holding hands, walking in a garden. "I drew it for you so it would make you feel better." She smiles and points to the first figure. "That's Santi he's the warrior and that you as the fairy queen, holding his hand." "It's beautiful! I love it so much. Thank yOu Mirella," She plants a light kiss on my cheek and crawls over to Rafael.

The fabric caught the glow of my skin, making it gleam, while the silver threads seemed to mirror the shift in my eyes—hazel-green when calm, violet when stirred by Eira. Jamie-Leigh clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes wide. “That’s it. That’s the one. You look like the goddess herself touched you.” I turned toward the mirror, breathless. For the first time, I saw not just Amara, the girl pulled between wolf, lycan, and witch—but a woman who might stand at Blake’s side, who might hold a crown without faltering. “Yes,” I whispered. “This is it.” The Palace Transformed

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.

She sees Zane's drawing and bursts into laughter. The wonderful and loving husband drew Naevia as a very slim woman with a beautiful bump on her stomach. Holding guns and shooting at fat women that looked like monsters. The drawing wasn't that perfect, but Naevia loved it. Zane gave it to her and she held it close. The artist wanted to return Zane's money, but Zane told him to take it. Zane takes Naevia back home, where she shows Kelvin and tells him that Zane drew it for her.

It was quite stupid of her to keep wearing the ring Dante had proposed to her with but she could not stop herself from having the ring on and the ring also helped her wave off men. She pulled her hair into a neat ponytail and picked her bag up from the bed where her sketchbook laid too. She picked up the sketchbook and opened it. During the past three months, there were days when she felt very much miserable, lonely and tired and on those days, drawing made her feel better. But her sketchbook wasn't filled with random drawings, they were filled with drawings of Dante's face, any part of his body she felt like drawing. Most of the drawings were that of his face and his abs. She never ever for

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

I wonder what she would come up with next. After a few moments, she finally finished and eagerly called out to me, "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Excitedly, she showed me the screen of my phone, revealing her latest creation. I studied the drawing intently, taking in the long oval shape with two balls below and hairs beneath them. At the top, there was a line. Wait. Isn’t that…? “Are you crazy?” I asked, frowning. “Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?”

Later that afternoon, Lyanna found an old box while looking for a book. It had been pushed to the back of a shelf in a storage room that nobody used very often. The box contained drawings. Lots of drawings. Some were hers. Most were Kael's. She sat cross-legged on the floor and began sorting through them. A few minutes later Kael arrived. "What are you doing?" "Looking." He immediately sat beside her. Together they spread the drawings across the floor. There were hundreds of them. Crayon family portraits where proportions had been treated as optional suggestions.