Novel & Cerita Yandere Guy

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.

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.

“So you’re really not dating any of them? Are you sure about that?” “Of course I’m sure,” he shrugged. “I never asked any of them out. I’m simply attracted to them and we have a good time together, that’s it,” I shook my head. Yasmine and Yolanda displayed such drama for a guy who hasn’t claimed them? How astonishing. “Does Yolanda know Yasmine sucks your dick in the dark?” His jaw clenched at the mention of that. “That’s not my problem,” he finally blurted out. “See you later, cupcake,”

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.

Yuna was interested in what he had because she wanted to know how much of Daisy's secrets were now in his hands, so she picked up her cutleries and started eating. "Yvan isn't a good man. Why are you so persistent in staying by his side?" Darren asked with a smile. Yuna raised her brow and asked, "Are you a good person yourself, then?" Darren burst out laughing. "You're right. I'm not so good myself. But I'm not as greedy as Yvan, who wants two women by his side at the same time." Yuna remained expressionless when she said, "Why don't you be direct with me instead? You really don't have to beat around the bush."

“I pictured you as the lead character in my books.” “Oh, so I was one of the guys with the long flowing hair and the chiseled body?” Zander said, puffing out his chest. “You are chiseled,” I responded. “I almost fainted when I saw you naked, because you’re so hot.” “I almost came in my pants seeing you naked, Izzy,” Zander declared. “You’re like my dream girl. Kind, sweet, smart, caring, and incredibly sexy.” “I never thought of myself as sexy,” I replied. “I didn’t think guys liked fat girls.”

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.

".What is this?" "Truth, Creed," Zara said smoothly, stepping closer, the picture changing to another one — Yuyu, barely sixteen in baggy pants, laughing, with unmistakable boyish features. "Your little Yuyu — your dream girl — is a man. Or did you really not know?" "I—" My head inched towards Yuyu, as if seeing her — him — for the very first time. "Don't believe this," I panted, my face ill. "It can't be. It's not true."

Every time he carried her to bed, he would wrap himself tightly around her until midnight, no less. He is a vampire, not a normal person, so she has to try to please him because she feels he is pitiful for not being close to women for many years.

"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.