Yandere Face Novels & Stories

Yuna froze, totally busted. This girl had no poker face. "N-No," she mumbled, trying to deny it. I couldn't hold back a laugh. "Did you meet some guy here you like?" "What? No! Don't say stuff like that!" Her face flushed even darker, a little bead of sweat forming on her nose. I smiled. "Hey, no big deal. You're beautiful, and it's normal for guys to notice you. Actually, those guys over there haven't stopped staring since we walked in."

Beth's POV "Sir Ralyks, I’d like you to meet Yuri. She’s one of the best fighters in the KariBlanc combat force," Aldred said warmly, gesturing towards her. Beside Aldred stood a woman with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a bright shade of pink, cropped short just above her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, reflecting her confidence. Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual.

She can’t believe what she was seeing! the face of the tank was full of muscle but the looks of it, it was very look-alike to the person she was looking for curly hair and that drowsy eyes... that look... “its.. Yuuki”- Dessa

"I'll reserve a spot for you. Maybe a nature excursion will wipe that look off your face!" "What look?" Yukio replied angrily, seeing Jina as small as a pin. "You don't understand anything! You know nothing!" Jina didn't respond. She remained gazing at the face of the man who angrily threatened to hit her. She found him very attractive, with that icy gaze. She observed his chest rising rapidly from his agitated breathing caused by anger. She blushed. She really liked Yukio Tanarro, and she was starting to enjoy seeing how sexy he looked when he was angry. She smiled mischievously.

And there was she was, staring herself in the face. He saw different arrays of emotions get expressed on her face, “My scar? I have none and my face, why is it so smooth? I have the prettiest eyes, Xander. It's like a beautiful mix of colours in there.“

Consistently sustained scratches on the face, blown hair, tangled uniform wear and barely recognizable by the stain of their faces. "And what went through the minds of those three and you even managed to show off your elegance to me? Hmm?" softly but firmly the lady said to the three maidens in front of her. "Lift up your faces and when I see who you are." When he said that, the three maryas quickly followed him. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Rhian. Am I right?" he pointed at the girl and at the same time he just nodded his head. "Yes ma'am." His response was weak. Xian turned to him and watched him from head to toe. He didn't know how he should feel about the girl, even though she didn't car

“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

“THIS IS REALLY THE FIRST… R-REALLY THE FIRST…. FIRST TIME WE SAW EACH OTHER, M-MA’AM!” Andrea’s eyes thinly narrowed as she murmured with uncertainty. “Really? But why do I feel like I already saw you somewhere? It’s weird.” “HA HA HA HA,” Jane let out an excessive laugh. Wiping the cold sweats on her forehead, she responded, “It is because my face is very ordinary. W-When you go outside, there are many women who have this kind of face.” Damiel tilted his head in wonder. There’s no way that a face like Jane is normal. If all women outside resemble her, that means that everyone was blessed with a goddess face like hers. But instead of uttering his disagreement, Damiel chose to stay silent.

On the anniversary of Andy’s death, I was finally allowed to remove the bandages. Suzanne carefully unwrapped them layer by layer before handing me a mirror. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. However, under everyone’s quiet encouragement, I took a deep breath and slowly reached for it. After six long years, I saw my own face again and broke down crying. Suzanne pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my tears gently. “Don’t cry. You just recovered.” Then, from behind her, she brought out a bouquet of flowers.

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.