Yandere Shows Novels & Stories

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.

A tightness coiled in Araheen’s chest at Yadira’s condition, but she dismissed it at once—especially when claws began to form at the salamander’s fingertips, her chest rising and falling in shallow, furious breaths. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Yadira snarled, cracked lips pulling back. “I could smell your traitorous aura from a fucking mile away, you sylph cunt.” Araheen did not react. She had expected no less from Yadira. “Your people would do the same to me if our positions were reversed, Yadira,” she replied evenly.

maybe part of me wanted to see a reaction too. But then Hayden's voice came through. "What you do with her is none of my concern." No sooner had he said that than the screen shifted, and suddenly he was gone. In his place, a smooth, feminine voice came from off-screen. "Hayden, you promised to spend the day with me. Why are you on the phone again?" A woman with sleek, short hair stepped into view. It was Yara Drago. I'd seen photos of her before—absolutely stunning, with that effortless elegance and confidence that turned heads everywhere. She had this magnetic presence that even I couldn't ignore.

Andrea Pendragon is a beautiful girl with a charming personality, age nineteen, a year older than Danial and Seiran. She had short mud blond hair that barely reached her nape. The vibrant emerald eyes had a transparent blue tone in them. Her unique eye color always attracted others. She had pale white skin to the point of being sickly, thick eyelashes, and an upturned nose with freckles adorning her face. Her beauty lies in her genuine and charming smile.

Day 1 Koyama Yua is everyone's dream girl. She has brunette hair, tiger-like eyes, a button nose, and fluffy cheeks. She's intelligent, gorgeous, sexy, and cute. And everyone really likes her here because she is kind. I'm not saying I'm terrible but she's approachable. She always has a smile on her face while I don't. I'm not a very friendly person... And the reason is that I am shy. I'm shy around new people and wasn't able to go talk to them.

“Yorrick, you’ve misunderstood me.” Mandy seemed to have seen someone, and a hint of smugness flashed across her eyes. She then raised her hand and waved. “Sherrie.” Yorrick turned his head and looked over. And when he saw the woman’s face, which gradually became clearer as she walked past a street light while approaching them, he froze in place and loosened his arm that was embracing Xyla’s waist. “Sharon...” Xyla turned to look at him and then glanced at the woman whose facial features looked extremely delicate and beautiful. Her facial features seem to have been artificially shaped as they were too good to be real, and they made her appearance look highly aggressive.

And they were, indeed, several pairs of gazes boring in his direction, making Rene squirm uncomfortably. They have never seen their leader being so gentle, their gazes kindle with curiosity, some with jealousy. . . It seems the talks of their Alpha being infatuated with his mate are real. Yara cannot bear the sight any longer. . . She empties her goblet of ale, which only intensifies the warm feeling in her chest. It's already difficult for her to accept that she has lost and become a laughing stock amongst the other females of their clan, but seeing Lyrien acting so openly affectionate, a side she has never witnessed before, spreads icy bitterness clawing her insides.

Yes, it’s petty and insecure, but what fantasy land are you living in where people aren’t petty and insecure? You want a cool girlfriend, but you don’t want her to earn more money, be funnier or smarter; and you certainly don’t want her to be the Black fucking Widow. Here, hold my purse while I take care of this... It’s emasculating, even for someone not all that masculated to start with. I skirted around Yuqi all hunched over in a tangle of amorphous tentacles and whimpers. Jenny was back on her feet, sword held out in front of her.

Xander half yells. “You fucking better not!” Arya squeals. “It has been a long fucking wait and I am expecting many, many orgasms.” Arya turns to look Xander in the eyes. “Now, fuck me.”

Xander Redent Athena is not the type of girl that you can give flower and be impressed about it. She's not the type of girl that can be impressed by your cheesy words. She's not the type of person that you can easily get. She's not the type of person who will give you her heart easily. There's a long list for it.