Yandere Expressions Novels & Stories

When Maya was shocked and had a headache, she asked calmly: "Didn't you read the specific terms of this agreement when you signed it?" The voice and expression were so calm, as if she was just asking a very ordinary question, without any emotion. No surprises, no headaches. Even mild. Tanya looked down at the table in front of her. It’s hard to tell if she was sad or guilty, but her voice didn't change. She said softly, "At that time, I thought we were really in love, and that he would never lie to me." This "lady" has a very high-end face with incredibly three-dimensional bones. When she raised her eyes to look at people, there was a natural clarity and brightness. When there is no expressi

Those moments felt like distant dreams compared to this nightmare. Xandriel’s expression softened briefly as he playfully grabbed my face, pinching my cheeks lightly. But the memory of his aggression still burned, making it hard to feel anything but dread. "Oh wow, and you want it?" Xandriel’s voice was harsh, filled with anger. "Darling, just fucking answer my question." The fury in his eyes was unmistakable. His gaze alone was enough to make me shiver with fear. I sensed that if he pushed me any further, I might not survive. He wasn’t ready for the game to end.

“Yorrick, you’ve misunderstood me.” Mandy seemed to have seen someone, and a hint of smugness flashed across her eyes. She then raised her hand and waved. “Sherrie.” Yorrick turned his head and looked over. And when he saw the woman’s face, which gradually became clearer as she walked past a street light while approaching them, he froze in place and loosened his arm that was embracing Xyla’s waist. “Sharon...” Xyla turned to look at him and then glanced at the woman whose facial features looked extremely delicate and beautiful. Her facial features seem to have been artificially shaped as they were too good to be real, and they made her appearance look highly aggressive.

From behind the trees and shrubs, a flurry of panicked, angry voices and sounds of unsheathing swords could be heard. "Who?!" "Young Master Qing!" "Young Master Qing! Are you hurt?" "Who dares to sneak attack the Young Master?! Show your face and kowtow three times before beheading yourself!" Hearing them clamor, instead of going over to apologize, Yin was even more annoyed and decided to stay put. Her face had none of that usual cheerful, naughty smile that spelled mischief. Right now, it was devoid of warmth, her expression like that of a doll, with no visible human emotion. Yin was in a truly terrible mood.

Zander's stance was dominating and confident, his head was held high and his blue eyes glowed with a brewing storm inside, he looked down at her with a truly blank yet controlled expression. She has never wanted to both shrink and say sorry so fast in her life. She may have pushed it.

I had seen her engaged in lively conversations with Lynda, a perpetual smile adorning her face, her eyes radiating joy. Yet, when it came to me, her demeanor transformed. She either scowled or cast a disapproving frown in my direction. Sometimes, her expression was completely blank, devoid of any emotion. The situation had grown desperate. I longed for a genuine smile from her, to witness her eyes sparkle with happiness when they met mine, just as they did by the creek or when she first played the piano.

“I love you, you're my wife and if I wasn't clear enough before? You're the only woman I want, Alessandra Valenti.” “What about those other women you're talking about?” “It was an expression,” I tell her, trying not to smile at her adorable glaring. “The wrong expression, I'm sorry but I was trying to say is that you're not reacting like I thought you would.” “How was I to react?” her eyebrows crease.

Her dark hair was disheveled, the patient’s shirt disheveled by her actions to show her delicate white shoulders. The pair of clear, juicy, emerald eyes of the woman who glared at him stimulated him for some reason. She looks ravishing in her ferocious display. Aleandro feels a desire to conquer this wild cat. Aleandro snapped with his mind and shook his head. He cleared his throat to restore his authority. He looked flat again when he stare at Yuriel. Yuriel snorts ridicule. Trying to look dignified in front of her? Too bad she labeled him as an asshole.

expression written on it "Thank you?, what the fuck have you done, I hate you!" She yelled out at me, but it only made me chuckle louder "No, you like me" I protested "Like you, my ass, am really screwed now!" She pouted out like a baby, and placed her hand on her forehead, she was literally going mad, so I just had to calm her down. I stopped chuckling, and took her hand away from her forehead, and gave it a gently squeeze, and it made her look at my face, but I knew she was still stressing and panicking a little, so I smiled to encourage her, and calm her down

“Your wound is bleeding.’’ She said after examining his wound closely. She looked up at Andrik’s face and met his deep and intense gaze. He could totally get lost in her eyes and then find himself again like a reborn person. Her worried face, her soft eyes, her scrunched eyebrows and the way she pursed her lips when she’s slightly annoyed is like a painting that is slowly being engraved deep inside him. Zayden can’t help but roll his eyes, witnessing the staring moment of Yekaterina and Andrik. He doesn’t know why and he can’t explain it but he feels irritated whenever he sees them like this. Like they’re about to bare their souls for each other. He pushed against Andrik and walked past the