Yandere Gyaru Novels & Stories

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno

' Not this time, temporary she is 'Akira', the male disguise of Yui, the obsessive-minded villainess! His mind is filled with disgusting thoughts that he keeps smacking his head as if forcefully shirking off a bunch of hurtful laughter out of his head. 'Scram off! ... God Damn it!' Rage started to build up in his esteem but a mouthful of cold-chilly air pours down his throat. That woke him up from the nightmare...

Amadeus suddenly voiced and took one of the pictures amongst the pile and placed it in the middle of the table. “Ahh yes, I remember her, although she did not leave an impression with her looks, but she had good proportions and had really nice emotions as if she experienced those pain herself.” “What was her name again?” “Nyx?” “Ahh yes, Shiro Nyx, that's what she said. She looked a lot like Japanese or a mix of Korean?” “She is pretty, but we could work something out with her style,” “She reminded me of a woman from the ’50s, although it suits her, Arah, the protagonist, is a whole new different style.”

The fabric caught the glow of my skin, making it gleam, while the silver threads seemed to mirror the shift in my eyes—hazel-green when calm, violet when stirred by Eira. Jamie-Leigh clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes wide. “That’s it. That’s the one. You look like the goddess herself touched you.” I turned toward the mirror, breathless. For the first time, I saw not just Amara, the girl pulled between wolf, lycan, and witch—but a woman who might stand at Blake’s side, who might hold a crown without faltering. “Yes,” I whispered. “This is it.” The Palace Transformed

She wears a tight thin black shirt with daisy dukes. [Melissa Ambrosia] A greek woman with long wavy blonde hair wearing a thin zip-up jacket with a wifebeater underneath it and jeans. Her eyes are an unusual hybrid of colors mixed in with each other creating a beautiful nebula that could easily entrance anyone who notices. [Yua Arai] A Japanese-American mixed girl with short black hair, red lips, and thin eyes. She wears an oversized jacket with daisy dukes on, including a chain wrapped around her arm.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

He shrugged, "well contrary to the warrior I saw a few times at the boundary, Ruby smiles, she wears dresses and not shorts or trousers. She has short hair and she wears earrings and makeup." I thought briefly about what he said and shook my head, "those could have been done to alter her appearance. Search for a flower tattoo on her clavicle and you will know. Listen, if she is the one, then I want her. Zara is mine to punish and torture."

He deeply sighed. Yuria has two personalities.