Yandere Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

All I know about them is that they already knew each other even before Maru and Jana became a couple. Yelle used to like Maru. So she made a way before to get closer to Maru. Yelle did not know then that Maru was the one arranged for me. She just stopped liking Maru when Jana became Maru's girlfriend. And that's the time where she secretly liked Alex. Actually, Maru and Alex are just a few of Yelle's crush. That's why I know that she is not really serious in liking them. Supposed in the game, its only seasonal.

“No, that can’t be true. Tell me that you are just kidding me. You are doing this just to get back at me. There is no way you are dating him, right? Yeah! This can’t be happening. You love me, and I love you. Both of us are meant to be together. I will get rid of that man if he is annoying you this much. I am sure that he had pestered you into this.” At this point, Yura did not even know what to feel. She was getting bored of this game and wanted it to end. But she did not know how to make that happen. If only she would be able to kill him without anyone being able to trace it back to her, things would have been just fine.

There's no saying what could happen at any moment. And she was right... _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ~

she chuckled nervously, “I’m not going to sleep with you, Xandry.” “I know, sweetheart,” I chuckled too. At least not now. I barely holding my control with my blood was raging up in my entire body and the nonsensical thoughts fuzzing my brain didn’t do any good either. She quickly turned around to face me with narrowed eyes like lit torches. “Then why are you having so fun torturing me with sex talk?” I smirked. “Because you tortured me worse.” She gasped with wide teal blue eyes and slightly dilated pupils. She swallowed, pink crept on her gorgeous face.

If they want they both could mate without me I don't care. My thought bubbles get popped out when I heard, "Darling" I chin up to see my Yin at the exit, she was smiling wide at me while her eyes turned crescent and disappeared onto her high cheeck bones. She has fair skin with a slim body fit, long black hair, onyx orbs, and thin little lips. She looks small and cute but if she gets provoked she would kill anyone in a snap of a finger. I like her a lot, I am trying to love her too. I hope I could in the future. My daydream get climaxes when she asked, "What Darling? Stress?" I pout and said, "Yep, Tex bullied me with accounts papers" she chuckled with her honey voice and said, "Ok I will wa

Aleandro glared at her. Yuriel smirked mockingly and sneered at him. "Then why, if I make you angry, will you rape me to death?" He smiled bitterly at the end of her sentence. Aleandro was no different from the thugs who would rape her or the pedophile Mr. Smith. Thinking women are the objects of their lust. Aleandro gripped the rim of the tray tightly. He was silent and didn't respond. He was well aware of Yuriel's bad temper. Once Yuriel was unhappy, she would be stubborn until the end. She never confessed her feelings and rejected Aleandro until the end of her life. Make them oscillate in despair, love and hate in a second life.

She can’t help but think if that meant something or did he really just did that to confirm her identity? Seduce his way into breaking her facade. That’s disappointing. She’d prefer to think that he’s a closeted gay or maybe bisexual but she’s not sure of it. Yekaterina finally read the list from the notepad and handed it to Andrik after she’s done reading it. “There are only a few games left.” “Yeah. Let’s try our best to survive in all of it.” Jade responded. The notepad is now on Zayden’s hand. Jade looked at him and suddenly smirks. “I can’t believe just how much your fans love you. They’re literally investigating and searching for you better than the police.”

*** [Xyna] My character is very showy. She is a happy-go-lucky person. She's free to do whatever she want (well, except on loving Vince). Unlike me, I can't laugh with a light-heart, I just don't feel the urge to laugh even in a funny estate. It's not that I don't laugh, I still laugh...but with sarcasm. I'm not like this before. If only that hadn't happened, tsk! Every time I remember that days annoys the hell out of me. I hate them!

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Without a doubt, he had been locked in a dangerous, suffocating standoff in the pouring rain inside the bullpen with Yuhwan—the very object of an intense love he had failed to sever even through four reincarnations. Looking around his quiet room, it was clear that the scene, heavily punctuated by raw, fishy desires, had been nothing more than a dream. There is no way... There was absolutely no way Yuhwan would expose such an explicit, feral desire toward him. Why would that proud, fiercely arrogant bastard show even a shred of interest in someone whose very name must still feel completely foreign? Perhaps because he had been indulging in a fantasy that bordered on the strictly forbidden, the