Yandere Stories Novels & Stories

“But frankly speaking, I’ve only slept with two women in total. As for you, you’re currently the second placer on the list, and you might even be the last.” At the St. Donnor Estate… Yuna was sitting in the courtyard drinking afternoon tea with Mandy. She knew that last night’s scheme had failed, so she wanted to comfort Mandy. “You don’t have to care that much about that woman. You’re the daughter of the Nixes, and Yorrick will eventually marry you.” Mandy put the teacup down. “Mrs. Hathaway, Yorrick might be serious about that woman.” “He’s serious?” Yuna sneered as she placed the teacup to her lips but did not drink from it. “Since that woman died years ago, he hasn’t been serious about a

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

"Maybe we can—" "No way!" Yuna cut me off, shaking her head so fast I thought she might give herself whiplash. "I just think it's kinda sad. He's not your first. I guess I like the idea of that perfect love story where both people are each other's first, you know?" Of course. She's that girl—totally in love with romance novel clichés. "Those stories exist, sure, but they're rare," I said, trying to keep it real.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

I walked closer, biting my lip, standing right in front of him. “What do you want, Ariana?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse. “I want you, Zaddy,” I said, my voice thick with need. “You sure about this?” he asked, but his eyes were dark, hungry. I didn’t answer. I leaned down and kissed him hard, my lips crashing into his. He kissed me back just as rough, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting me. His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them through the crop top, his fingers pinching my nipples until I gasped into his mouth.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t