Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.

ANDREA I bit my lips stopping the moans from coming out as my hands flickered in my core, pressing hard. I was leaning against the wall, one of my legs propped on the edge of the sink,and my eyes squeezed shut not against the bright morning light that shone through the window, but to get lost in my imagination. Oh Him. Fred. It wasn't Jason's face I was imagining, it was Fred, the way he has always fucked him, I was imagining my hands were his.

My pride won't let me call Andrea over and besides I don't have my mask or contact lenses to change my eye colour. All I could think of was Andrea's sexy curves seared into my brain. I would touch them while imagining them as Andrea. “No touching” I murmured sternly and they nodded obediently. A loud growl crossed my lips as I reached out my hands to squeeze their boobs regardless of the lingerie on them. “Turn around,” I ordered the other lady and she did. I reached out my hands and slammed them against her bare ass. I was completely absorbed in the moment of pleasuring myself with those ladies with the image of Andrea in mind.

He urged her. She sighed and opened her mind to him. She had imagined all red in the gardens, blood spilled and a body before her. Sir Xilvis’ body with his shocked look. His body ripped to shreds and her clothes covered in the demon blood. In her hand held a still beating heart with a smile on her face, bloodied. Her nails extended like talons with shredded pieces of flesh stuck to them. Vastria looked away after showing him her thoughts. “You have an unusual active imagination.” Remus teased her chuckling.

My mind painted a vivid picture of her standing in front of me, her lips parted slightly, her eyes—Gosh, those eyes—looking up at me with curiosity and innocence. A growl rumbled in my throat, and before I realized it, I got hard. My body reacted at the thought of her. My hand drifted lower to grab my cock, and I closed my eyes, letting the water run over me as I imagined her here with me. The thought of her soft skin under my hands, her breathless moans filling the room as I took her, claimed her. I stroked myself, my grip tightening as I imagine her beneath me, her nails digging into my back, her voice calling my name.

So what if they’d gone through a few things last night… and now she knew a few things… But as soon as she sat down and saw him bathed in morning light, so cool and restrained, her mind betrayed her—immediately flashing to him in that half-open black robe, his body full of heat and desire… Worst of all, her imagination added in the part where he was alone in the bathroom, groaning— Oh, God. Candice squeezed her eyes shut like she was going crazy. She swore it wasn’t on purpose. She was an adult woman, okay? Those images just forced themselves into her head. She didn’t want to think this way. Please forgive her!

And there are plenty of women who are more than willing to be on their knees, mouths open for me. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke my length, closing my eyes to conjure up an image of an open mouthed blonde with big tits, ready to wrap her plump lips around me. The problem is, I’m so fucking close already, thanks to my dream about Delaney, that it takes all of a minute to send me over the edge. And it’s not an open-mouth blonde I’m thinking about. It’s Delaney’s face I see, Delaney’s tits I can’t stop imagining,

And with the girl in front of him, this easily made the imaginative people online start to imagine things. This picture could be written into a romance-action novel with hundreds of thousands of words under the excessive interpretation of people online. And Xander would be the dominant boss in the romance novel. One of the online users commented: [Oh my goodness. I'll trade ten years of my life to become the woman in the picture.] Another online user commented: [When I dreamed of marrying Mr. Zane, I imagined him to be in great shape. Unexpectedly, my imagination was too conservative. Mr. Zane's body figure is far better than what I imagined. I'm so jealous of his wife.]

Hence, before the meeting, Darryl secretly took the chance to produce an Imaginative Image Pill. The Imaginative Image Pill was an elixir that could transform an ugly person into a pretty or handsome person. When Lily got poisoned by the Sect Master of Incandescent Sect, Matteo, she became so ugly that she wanted to end her life. To cure her face, Darryl had roamed through the entire Nine Mainland.