Yandere Script Novels & Stories

Xavier inquired, his voice smooth yet laced with an underlying tension, like the eerie stillness that comes first before a storm. Yolanda felt a wave of despair wash over her, knowing deep down that Xavier would never listen to her explanation. In a moment of desperation, she leaped onto his leg, her fingers gripping his leg as she implored him with wide, pleading eyes. “Xavier, please, forgive me,” she begged, her voice trembling with emotion. “I... I truly don’t know what came over me. It… it must be the pregnancy!” Xavier's other foot connected with Yolanda's shoulder and shoved her away. His eyes burned with rage, like daggers aimed directly at Yolanda as he lowered himself to her level.

she muttered again then bit her lower lip when Andrew's finger started coming in and out of her entrance. Lana opened her eyes for a moment, at the same time Andrew's lips twitched again. "I would like to hear more of those, sweetheart," she said as he moved even faster to seduce her femininity with his own finger. Lana got up with a great relish. In a few moments, it was as if she was a fish that had been removed from the water because of her consecutive breathing. "Oh, Andrewwww ...." Her long moan after a few minutes of the young man's flirtation with her femininity.

She was Xavia, the goddess he would never be able to get in this lifetime! “Okay!” Gerald replied with a bittersweet smile. At this time, a white BMW 3-series roared in front of the campus. As soon as he rolled down the car window, Yuri looked at Xavia with a smile on his face before he glanced coldly at Gerald. “Hahaha. Gerald, I know that you were trying to make a fool out of me last night. Unfortunately, you didn’t succeed in doing so. Did you really think that I wouldn’t have money to pay for the meal?” Yuri asked as he glared at Gerald.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

My hands were no longer shaking. “Keep it,” Zander said, his lips curling into the ghost of a smile—a dark, knowing thing. “You’ll need it again. The war for a soul is never a clean one.” “Thank you, Zander,” I said. “Don’t thank me yet, Vic. You haven’t seen the end of the script.” I turned away from the railing and walked toward the rooftop door. I didn’t look back. With every step, I felt the “Golden Wife” falling away, layer by painful layer. By the time I reached the elevator, my face was a mask of perfect, serene indifference.

Facing such a ruthless and powerful adversary, every step we took felt tightly constrained. To our surprise, Yolanda began to feign nostalgia for her past during this tense moment. As she spoke, she seemed to be lost in some distant memories, but we knew her intentions were far from genuine. She recounted various stories from her childhood with Ethan and others. On the surface, these tales seemed like warm recollections, but beneath, each story was laced with mockery and disparagement of Ethan and Lisa. She ridiculed Ethan as timid and lacking ambition, and described Lisa as impulsive and unreliable, unfit for great achievements. Each word she uttered was like a sharp blade, piercing the mos

She felt weirder in her thoughts and feelings so her mind is always blanked every time Zandro is in front of her. Her heart was pounding again and her cheeks were burning. She forced herself out of Zandro's grip then touched her cheek "What is happening to me!" she exclaimed. "If you don't like me, I'll seduce you," Zandro said, she felt goosebumps when she heard Zandro's deep and baritone voice. "W-what d-o you mean?" she wondered the question and began to get nervous. "Do you think there is no purpose to why I chose a yacht instead of a helicopter?. I have 14 hours to seduce you— I even got to g****e search how to seduce a woman" Zandro said as he slowly stepped closer to her while Ara gra

"So, what happened and who's this jerk? Hmm?" "Damn. That so called Vhan, I saw her with a beautiful lady and he was smiling ear to ear while keeps on b blushing while talking to her. Like what the f*ck, I though that he loves me, he keeps on chanting how much he loves me. Did he already got sick of me keeps on rejecting him? You know me, I'm a tsundere type of a woman. It's not my fault if I keeps rejecting him even if I want to. It's just my mouth was the problem even tho my heart keeps on saying I love you but my mouth speaks the opposite! It's not my fault if I'm born this way! But that doesn't mean that he would woo another woman just because I reject him!"She said while keeps on punch

she commanded then complained again when Daniel suddenly made his subsequent blow to her femininity more forceful. Ara had nothing more to ask for at that moment. Apart from her feeling that she is very beautiful because of the position that the young man did to her. "Oh Daniel, please, I surrender, give me that, shit it's good, so fucking good!" Ara doesn’t know where all the dirty talks she says are coming from but she’s only sure for one thing, she wants to say all that because of the intense and inexplicable passion and ecstasy that she feels. And she could say that all of that was effective because Daniel gave her more powerful penetrations. Each of these attacks on her femininity seeme

a soft, musical voice chided from the plush leather sofa. A striking girl named Kira stood up, her movements so fluid and silent she seemed to float across the Persian rug. She had long, silver-blonde hair and eyes that looked like liquid gold in the firelight. She stepped up to Yolande, a gentle, radiant smile on her face as she reached out, her cool fingers lightly brushing Yolande's arm. The moment their skin met, Yolande felt a faint, pleasant hum of energy, a welcoming vibration that made her feel instantly accepted. "I'm Kira. Don't mind Shaw; he has the tact of a wild animal. We are simply overjoyed that you are here."