Romans & histoires Yandere Expressions

The latter felt alarmed as she pulled Averill’s hair, she glared at the men who were with her. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING? KILL THOSE PESTS!” Yanna shouted while she pulled Averill’s hair. The woman is still not showing any sign of protest but her glares could kill. Yanna was annoyed when no one moved. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? MOVEEE!” She shouted even louder but still, no sound from them.

Sandra chirped and clasped her hands below her chin before letting out her dreamy sigh, eyes were half-opened and lips forming into a wide smile. I observed her how she would play with her fingers as she keeps on exhaling soft sighs. She began telling her story and I was just silently listening to every detail. Obviously, I’m quite triggered because of her reaction but I will never show to her that I’m interested. She will just tease me to death, forcing me that I like and admire Yadiel even if it’s obvious that I feel way more opposite than she ever imagined.

I was wondering when I should tell him that. His eyes were aligned now. And his sharp and slender jaw was clenched. That was really a scary expression. But I'm not scared. I kinda...like it. I'm not sadistic, no way. It was just Kane was blessed with a handsome face but he only wore one expression. Fierce. Well, I'm also facing a fierce expression, but he is more like furious. At least the spelling change. And the furious Kane was kinda...hot. Ehem, fly away perverted thoughts. This guy is for Layla!

The man’s expression immediately shifted to one of excruciating pain; he even writhed on the ground. “Agh! My hand, my hand, no… it hurts!” A figure with a fierce expression and a strong intent to kill stared coldly at the criminal on the ground. The figure, who was usually very calm and always showed a relaxed smile to others, now showed no trace of gentleness or that smile. Now, We Yan truly resembled a demon that had been rampaging across the battlefield—a demon that had slain many enemies with a sword fueled by an overwhelming intent to kill.

Her face is a mask of rage, her beautiful features twisted into a snarl. "You're nothing but a filthy, worthless whore," she seethes, her hot breath washing over your face. You're just mad at yourself because you know I'm right Prove...me ...wrong then, Fuck me Let me regret rejecting you,show me what you're made of, because I'm tired of you always bullying me *Y/N sent her face inches away from Ezra,* You want me to fuck you *Ezra of all people was shocked because of what Y/N said*

he told her, allowing some of his irritation to show. She gave him an exaggerated pout. Trent never understood why women thought that facial expression made them look sexy. To him, it just looked childish and silly. “Alright, I can see you’re not in the mood for company,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll see you around. Bye-bye, boys,” she finished with a wink and waved, finally leaving.

She yelped, as I tightened my hold and rubbed my nose down her neck. “ You are killing me. ” She hissed, trying to wriggle free. ‘ Tell her now! ’ Xandros snarled and I felt my hands almost shift. “ Hold me. ” I hissed, forcefully turning her around and slamming my chest into her body. “ Do it fucking now! ” “ Izer. ” She whimpered, pushing at my chest to free herself I gulped, as I blinked to adjust my vision. There was no control when Xandros was angry. It was either blood or sex.