Yandere Light Novels & Stories

Beth's POV "Sir Ralyks, I’d like you to meet Yuri. She’s one of the best fighters in the KariBlanc combat force," Aldred said warmly, gesturing towards her. Beside Aldred stood a woman with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a bright shade of pink, cropped short just above her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, reflecting her confidence. Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual.

Yukha felt humiliated and was furious. She completely disregarded her condition and summoned a terrifying blue light from her body, instantly knocking James away. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she quickly covered her body with a blue light, which formed into a new robe. “You’re so shameless, James!” James snorted disapprovingly, “You’re just a bird. Who would be interested in your body? My wife is much better than you.” Yukha was infuriated. She gripped the Honlarne Sword and unleashed a few Sword Lights. Then, she shouted, “Die!”

she said, shaking her head in grim amusement. Yuria's spine tingled with reckless exhilaration as she imagined Miranda's bright, eager eyes swirling in heartbreaking sorrow. She was terrified at the prospect of her friend eventually realizing the awful reality - that the person she considered her soul sister had not only been sleeping with her beloved lover but had relished every agonizing minute of it.

“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

Yesha raised Damian up, then hugged him in a little spin. "Awoo, woo!" the little baby laughed after blabbering excitedly. Yelan laughed and walked to the side of Molly. She was pouting. "Haha, don't be mad. You know Yesha is all talk. The Northern people of Varanus called people like him a 'tsundere'. He's never honest with his feelings," Yelan said. "Still," Molly glared at Yesha, who was enjoying his time with Damian even though he had just said he was tired of babysitting.

The Yokai Seduction card lay forgotten on the table, its provocative text now reality. “Shall we make the game more interesting?” Kyomi whispered, grinding slowly against the massive bulge in his pants. Her hazel eyes were dark with lust. “Strip version. Every time you lose a round, you take something off. Same for me. Unless… you’re too shy, samurai?” Fugishigoro’s outer mask stayed cold, but inside the yandere roared with feral hunger. She’s offering her body. Piece by piece. I’ll memorize every inch before I claim her forever.

He looked at the woman who had his sister’s face and his mother’s voice. "You want the body?" Aradaa said, his hands beginning to glow with a brown-gold light. "Come and take it." The woman smiled, a sharp, predatory expression that didn't reach her eyes. She raised her blade, the light humming with the frequency of a thousand deaths. "With pleasure." She lunged, the hard-light blade cutting a trail of fire through the ozone-thick air. Kaelor met her halfway, the bone shard clashing against the light with a sound like shattering glass.

The dim light in the room plays over my features and casts shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of my face, darkening the hue of my eyes which is a portal to a depth of desire that is almost tangible With his pants finally loosened, my movements slows. “Open your legs.” I mutter and she blinks multiple times. “What—what do you want to do?” Yeri asks. From my face, her gaze travels down to my sculpted torso and down to the open waistband of my pants. It is not benign to believe that a sense of awe and trepidation is filling her right now. “Yeri…” I murmur and she looks back at my face.

"This is better than therapy." Émilie smiled, brushing her red hair aside from her face. "Yes, and much more effective." Yang-zi nodded shyly. “And the sweets are delicious. Thank you, Xander-senpai.” Lyra shared a look with me. "Is it just me, or does it sound super sexy when Yang-zi calls Xander that?" Xander laughed. "Don’t start with that, Lyra." Émilie cupped her chin thoughtfully. "Lyra's right."

She looked at Xavier’s window, the lights were off. “Jerk,” she muttered. “Thank you two,” she said. “No worries dear, we are friends now,” said Zila. She smiled at her. “Come in, I will make you something,” she said. “Ah, no thanks, we will visit sooner, I have to go home, my mom is going crazy. I have not informed her,” said Zila. She nods and her gaze fell on Daniel. His electric blue eyes were glittering. His blond curly hair was touching his forehead. He was a beauty she never saw before and his voice was so calming as if she was listening to chirping birds.