Yandere Face Novels & Stories

"I rarely meet a girl more interested in my lower body than my face. What's so alluring?" "W-what? N-no no!" Amanda argued in a panic, her face starting to turn red like a tomato. "Hmm? Does that mean my face is too ugly for you to see?" asked Illarion again, following Amanda's purple bead, blocking the girl from seeing anything else. "No, M-master, you misunderstood…." Amanda's voice shook when she replied to Illarion's words. Her tears that started to well up in her eyelids made a beautiful rainbow over the reflection of the girl's beads. Amanda is a girl who cannot be suppressed.

Quincy resembled Andie, but she also possessed her father’s good looks. She was clearly a beautiful woman with a lot of personality. She had an extremely frail expression while unconscious. Her face had utterly lost all color while she occasionally scowled. Even when she was not awake, her entire body was aching in pain. As an expert martial artist, Yasmin’s face instantly darkened. “Neil, this is…” Frantic footsteps were heard before she could finish her sentence. A woman with a beautiful figure and a cold expression stood before the group. That said, she also had an intelligent yet approachable demeanor.

Andrea Pendragon is a beautiful girl with a charming personality, age nineteen, a year older than Danial and Seiran. She had short mud blond hair that barely reached her nape. The vibrant emerald eyes had a transparent blue tone in them. Her unique eye color always attracted others. She had pale white skin to the point of being sickly, thick eyelashes, and an upturned nose with freckles adorning her face. Her beauty lies in her genuine and charming smile.

He took one step after another, closing in on Shahnaz, who began to stare back at him with a fearful gaze and took a step back as he drew closer to the girl. “You… are very beautiful, Shahnaz,” whispered Yamamoto in a deep, hushed voice. As they stood face to face, Yamamoto raised his free hand to touch and stroke Shahnaz’s face very gently. The man deliberately brought his face closer to hers, until Shahnaz could feel Yamamoto’s hot breath brushing against her face. This made her close her eyes and turn her face away so as not to look directly at the Yakuza boss.

In the midst of that, my sharp eyes catch someone who is playing no part in the display of colours, she is wearing odd shade of white, odd fashion and a veil is around her neck, hiding the mark that I put on her. Yeri. But what is she doing? Amidst the lively laughter and delighted exclamations of my harem, Yeri’s expression is stern and unyielding as she confronts Yolanda who clutches a glittering treasure. Yeri’s dark eyes, usually soft is blazing with a fiery determination. Her posture is rigid, every muscle tenses as she speaks to Yolanda. Her brows are furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin, resolute line. I can almost feel the silent storm of emotions raging within her: a blend of ange

The space was completely disorganized, with documents scattered everywhere. She turned to face Venya, who was really wearing a quite neutral expression. Her pouty lips and furrowed brows give her an appealing charm, even in her times of distress. Her features are highlighted by the small frown, which makes her cuteness shine through the momentary irritation.

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.

She reached out and grabbed his sleeves, trying to win the sympathy of the man. Suddenly, Yana spoke in front of her and pulled out a cosmetics compact powder, and opened it. In the small mirror on the box, an ugly swollen pig face was instantly printed. Yana said, "Do you want to adjust your expression? After all, it's hard for you to look like this My heart is ache for you... " Zafrina stares at herself in the mirror and screams after three seconds!! Take the mirror away! This is not me! It's not me!"

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.

“Bind him quickly!” Yuri was the first to reach the person whom they had been pursuing, and quickly bound him or her with some strong string that she took out of her pocket, before Ren snapped his wires and walked up to her. “Let’s see who you really are,” said Tohya before he lifted the hood of the person who was fighting hand and foot to get free, and all three Phantoms froze when they saw the face of this person. The defiant face of a girl who didn’t seem to be much older than nine or ten glared back at them. And despite her glare, all three Phantoms could still see an emotionless expression within those orbs.