Yandere Therapy Novels & Stories

Even before going to the hospital, Lyconia had been on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man I met there, Horland, and how everything replayed in my head. Now that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, nothing made sense. If Aunt Janet knew about my sudden shift in attitude, she’d probably try to lock me up again. I hoped the therapy session would help, but it seemed like a waste of time. "You don’t even understand what I’m saying. What exactly do you know?" I yelled, struggling to contain my anger and resist shapeshifting in front of my human therapist, who was visibly scared as my eyes began to glow.

“Maybe. I just... I’m scared. What if it just makes things worse?” Lisa raises an eyebrow. “You tell me, do you think it can get worse than last night?” I consider that. I don’t think I’d like to see what a worse level would be like. The top of my arms are sore and I remember Jayden grabbing me hard last night. “Girl, you guys need to deal with this stuff before it tears you apart completely. Think of Abby. Besides, therapy isn’t just about fixing things—it’s about understanding each other better, communicating better.”

"I don't think that's a good idea! Since you've helped someone, you should help to the end. Didn't you say his mother has come back for recuperation? I think maybe you can do this..." Thera enthusiastically gave Lydia advice. Lydia was stunned and hesitated a bit. "Is... is this really feasible?" "Of course! Don't you trust me?" Thera poked her forehead in annoyance. "How could it be? It's just that I think this is a bit too excessive." Lydia was hesitant. "There's nothing excessive. If you want to achieve your goal, you have to be ruthless when necessary!" Lydia nodded and secretly clenched her fist to cheer herself up. Thera is right. She doesn't want to live in the Fraine family all her l

“Fine! We need to move her in a hot tub. Xander, can you do your trick again? Let’s take her to Hayden’s room!” Allaya’s father again with the incantations mumbling, we are in my private bathroom now. Arianna starts to gently take off Allaya’s clothes. There are unshed tears shining in the corners of her eyes at the wounded image of my mate. Blood is scattered all over her frail body. My wolf is restless inside, I too feel useless and it kills me, it kills me that all I am capable of is being a bystander, I have no power whatsoever to heal her.

"Dr. Chen. In your professional opinion, can my daughter make sound decisions right now?" "No." "If she returns to Northern Ridge, away from Alpha Thorne's influence, will she recover?" "Yes. Distance is the most effective treatment." "Thank you." He sat down. Satisfied. Vance looked at Kade's empty table. "Alpha Thorne submitted a written question." She read from her tablet. "Dr. Chen, can your tests distinguish between bond manipulation and genuine mate bond feelings? Perhaps Miss Hart's attachment to Alpha Thorne is natural, not coerced."

“That’s the last thing I need. A hot therapist judging me while I tell him all the ways I’m messed up.” “Or maybe,” Mia said slyly, “that’s exactly what you need.” I groaned, but when she handed me her phone, my eyes fell on his profile. Dr. Zayn Steele. Sex Therapist. The picture showed a man in his early thirties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and a piercing glinting on his lip. His tattoos crawled up his forearms in the photo, half-hidden by his rolled-up sleeves. Something about him made my stomach flip.

"She needs to survive the initial impact. The Council won't give her time to do anything else." "The Council is going to come with more than just brute force," Julian countered, pacing the small, debris-filled room. "They’re going to hit her with glamour, with memory-warps, with things that don't care how hard she can punch. You’re showing her how to fight like a soldier, but she’s not a soldier. She’s the spark." He turned to me, his indigo eyes intense. "Andrea, stop focusing on the physical. That tether you two have? It’s not just for power-sharing. It’s a sensory bridge."

It'll never happen again. "Well Reid, this is my wife Cerena, you may call me Daniel" Dan said, as he introduced us both while he placed his hand out shaking Dan's. I shook his hand as well, feeling his silver rings on my front palm. I let go quickly, placing my hand on Dan's thigh. He watched Dan take my hand in his and I could have sworn I watched his jaw clench. "Why don't we get started? Daniel, what made you want a therapist for your sexual relationship between you and your wife?" He asked. It was like he was forcing himself to say wife.

"But that's pretty shìtty. You dodged a bullet, babe. You deserve a man who loves you and respects you and makes you feel like the only girl in the world." "Like your boyfriend?" Larry asks. "Shut up." Lana rolls her eyes and turns to look at me. "I still insist that you should go to therapy. You've been through a tonne of shìt and therapy will do you some good." I just nod, knowing I'll never set foot in a fùcking therapy room. **** I'm sitting in therapy. The therapist is a gorgeous woman with cute glasses. Her name is Victoria Fisher. She looks pretty young. Maybe late twenties or early thirties. She's too young for this job. Why would someone like her think she's qualified to give me lif

“And I won't help you undermine her. Zephyra is our Luna. Shouldn’t you be happy? This means freedom for both of us.” “Being with you isn’t freedom.” She drops her hand with a scoff. “Stop pretending this is love, Jareth. You and I were only convenient. You were the bored Beta seeking some attention like a lonely child, and I was the consort with too much time to spare.” “Vanya…” “Did you know Theron never touched me? Not even once. It felt like he knew all along that I was fucking you.” Her voice rises. “Goddess! You ruined my life!”