Yandere Stalker Novels & Stories

Just like how I concentrated earlier to go to the artefact's inner environment. She looked at her hand and used appraisal. [Amy's Right Hand] Can do many things. "This is getting annoying." She closed her eyes and imagined her own image. Then she used appraisal. It finally worked. [Status] Name: Amy Yunnan Level: 1 Age: 18 Species: Human (Otherworlder) Title: … "How did this happen???" Amy was caught in surprise.

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.

Tagline: Her stalker finally steps out of the shadows... and introduced himself in her bed. Theme: Stalker kink, breaking & entering, dubcon/consensual non-consent vibes, fear-turned-arousal, voyeurism, ownership, obsession, and raw physical intimacy. Tropes: Masked stranger, silent protector turned intruder, erotic suspense, gradual surrender. **** Ivy laid on her bed feeling uneasy, her room felt cold, the window was cracked open, she had left it that way on purpose, again.

the Stalker’s voice synthesizers chirped, a sound like a bird caught in a meat grinder. "He's not property," Jade said, her voice dropping into that terrifying, harmonic double-tone. "He's a man. And you're standing in my way." The Stalker lunged. It was faster than the Mercury Men, its movements calculated by an onboard combat AI that hadn't been fried by the Reset. Jade met it mid-air, her hands glowing with a soft, white light. She didn't try to punch through its armor; she reached for the electricity inside it.

She said leaning towards me, completely showing her cleavage. "Great. That's not creepy at all. You're a yandere. Woo me, I got myself a crazy stalker." I said sarcastically while I rolled my eyes completely looking away from part of her exposed breasts. "Oh honey, you wish I would stalk you." She said laying back. "Cocky much?" I said giving her a smirk.

"Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try." - Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Tohya Tanigawa practically stalked through the dormitory building of Hati in search of his male teammate and best friend. He wasn’t in his room. He wasn’t on the rooftop which he, Yuri and Ren usually went whenever they wished to be alone. He wasn’t even with Sunny, as the older Phantom was alone in his room reading a book.

But the worst part is the actual store, which is trashed and broken, even from this distance. Instantly, I knew that this is the work of my very unhinged and confusing fanbase. And as if that’s not horrible enough, I can see Yana from afar, on her knees, sweeping the ruins as tears start to brim her eyes. * * * Y A N A

'From murderer to stalker, isn't it an inverted process? ' Shouldn't be stalking first before killing? ' _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER TWENTY- EIGHT ~

“Answer me!” “Yes! Damn it!” He raised his hands in a pleading motion as he drew a step towards me, but I backed away until my shoulders hit the wall of photographs. “Yes, I watched them. I watched them because I couldn't believe you were real and wanted to make sure you were actually mine.” “Yours.” I scoffed. “I'm not yours, Stein. I'm not a thing you collect. I'm not—” I gestured wildly in the room. “—I'm not this! I'm not some—some fucking project!”

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.