Yandere Guy Novels & Stories

He was Date Number One in my slightly desperate campaign for a husband. On a normal day, he wasn't my type at all. But I had promised myself I would keep an open mind. He was a nerd, definitely good-looking, with a lean, thin build, and an aggressive passion for comics and anime. I knew that because he’d spent the last forty-five minutes dropping anime character names into the conversation like it was a normal thing to do, constantly checking to see if I could follow the trail.

In combination with her flushed cheeks, she looked extremely attractive. Qin Haodong glanced at her and said with a smile, "Sister, you're not trying to seduce me, are you? Let me tell you that I am a strong-willed man. Even if a Japanese woman like you took off all her clothes, I wouldn't have any indecent thoughts." Yagyuu Yukime looked at him with grief, humiliation, and hatred. The guy had taken advantage of her completely, yet now he acted as if she had taken advantage of him.

I didn't know I had that effect on him. "I don't know how to explain it, but this happens every time you look at me." He chuckled and pulled up his pants again. We stayed quiet for a little while until he took my phone and scrolled through the main male character of the K-drama I had just watched. "Baby girl, are you sure this guy is your type?" he asked. "Yup," I answered in affirmation. The male lead was older, gentle, kind of like a prince charming - having the same aura as Rai, to be exact; all my exes had the same outer appearance. Gentle and kind, even Jeremiah looked gentle. Only Damian was different.

"You did do your best to put on that bad guy's face Ryley but I anyway found out that you are not as bad as you try to show. But you are the nic—" "EHH, I AM NOT A NICE GUY!" He screamed gruesomely that the hair on her skin stood up severely indicating how badly she was scared of his sudden outburst. While Valen tried to withdraw her hands from his shoulder he only pulled her closer that their noses touched. "I am not a guy, get that. I am a bad guy, a certified bad guy who can kill you right here and now. Want to see a demo?" His tone turned soft yet dangerous.

He tilted my head so that he could drink the juice that was inside my mouth, swallowing it gently. This is weird, but somehow I love it. He let go of the mouth and I felt the leftover juice dripping down on my lips, he licked the juice with his tongue making me remember last night. "Rhyker!" I yelled and pushed him. He chuckled and stood up. "You are too pretty for this world, I want to hide you from everyone, but I can't let you stay in this castle without any interaction." He bends down to face me, I chuckled and leaned against his face. I love how yandere he can be sometimes.

"This are the new girls , Which of them do you like? Miss Yolanda said. I scoff. We are just being referred to as, probably used cloths or something. This isn't right. We have our own life. "I don't like.... Any" He said. He had not even taken a glance at anyone, he just focused on his phone. YOLANDA'S POV I was very shocked to see him here. He was well known for being extreme grumpy. He's the most handsome man in San Francisco, But according to people... Those who knows him, His fans... And others. It was said that he had never smiled.

Yes, it’s petty and insecure, but what fantasy land are you living in where people aren’t petty and insecure? You want a cool girlfriend, but you don’t want her to earn more money, be funnier or smarter; and you certainly don’t want her to be the Black fucking Widow. Here, hold my purse while I take care of this... It’s emasculating, even for someone not all that masculated to start with. I skirted around Yuqi all hunched over in a tangle of amorphous tentacles and whimpers. Jenny was back on her feet, sword held out in front of her.

he defended. “Mayu was a dear friend. We were close. I suppose you could say I was her Cassidy.” I chuckled and shook my head. “Wouldn’t you mean she’s your Cassidy?” Darius asked. Elijah scoffed. “Yeah, no. Think about the personalities. Mayu is this shy girl who, in private with people she trusts and is attracted to, becomes more open and kinky. And then Yūri is outspoken, violent, and very open about her sexuality.” Elijah shook his head.

But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much. Zyaire had seven friends, Stephan being number one. Except for Stephan, Tommy, and Jiro, the rest of his friends weren't much to look at. Jiro is an American Japanese. His mother is of Japanese origin. He is quiet, loves smiling with his eyes closed, silently offering his friends his chips, and almost always playing games on his phone. From what Zayne told me, he is the only one apart from Stephan he could tolerate, the only one among Zyaire's friends who genuinely cared about Zyaire. But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people.

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.