Yandere Therapy Novels & Stories

I whisper. “And I would do it again,” he growls softly. “What if you get kicked out, Yorick?” “Don’t worry about me. You worry about yourself and healing. How is Rina?” “Struggling not to heal me, but she knows if she does, they’ll just have to undo it to put my knee back into position,” she says. “Okay, Alpha Cyra, Dr. Yara are I are in agreement with how to proceed,” she says, handing Yorick his phone. “I studied under your mother at your pack, Alpha Yorick. I am well versed on how to treat this type of injury.”

Every morning I woke before dawn and sat by the window, watching the sky slowly lighten, reminding myself that I had survived another night without completely surrendering to the monster inside me. Therapy with Dr. Voss had evolved from combat to deep, painful excavation — layer after layer of childhood insecurity, unmet needs for validation, and the intoxicating discovery of sexual power that had led me down this path. Group therapy had become both my mirror and my support system, as I listened to other patients share their own stories of ruined marriages, lost careers, and shattered families, all because they couldn’t kill the beast that lived within them. Yoga by the lake helped quiet the

"I mean, I try, but I guess I don't really know what I'm doing." "That's why you're here." Dr. Stone stood, and his presence immediately dominated the room. At six-foot-three with broad shoulders and an air of absolute authority, he commanded attention. "My therapeutic method is unconventional, but it's effective. I don't just tell you how to pleasure your partner—I show you." Maya's eyes widened. "Show us?" "Practical demonstration," Dr. Stone explained, moving closer. "You've read the consent forms. You understand that this therapy involves hands-on instruction. The question is: are you both willing to do whatever it takes to fix your sexual dysfunction?"

“How open-minded are we talking about here, Doc?” “Now, normally, well… there isn’t really a ‘normal’ in your situation, but typically, the way therapy works is that we get our patient to where they can accept change. In your case, I think we need to do things a little backward.” The Doc places her hands firmly on her knees. “What if I told you I know your wife is one of the fifty Menae?”

Loving him for being this person and somehow knowing what to say when she didn’t know how to feel or what to think. “Let’s go home, I’ll run you a bubble bath and make you some food. Maybe sleeping next to me again might help. I swear I won’t touch you, but I want you back where you belong. We can vegetate at home all day and then move you back into our bed.” YuZhi was mentally a mess too, scared that he didn’t know how to help her and already making a mental checklist of things to do to care for her. Asking Doctor Huang for advice, finding a therapist, researching PTSD for sexual assault victims, whatever he could do for her. He would sleep without touching her as long as he had her close,

Shanaya pulled her lingerie, surprised to see she must have seen their porno. “I am.“ She punched her chest, and the words spilled out. “I am sorry.” Why should she be sorry for her feelings? He ignored her and pulled Shanaya close to his frame. “She is my so-called therapist; Maybe she came to check on me.” The scowl in his voice never enhanced any sentiments, but it was a sharp, harsh slap of words on her face. She was not just a therapist when he himself cleared to her; he wanted more from her, and today when she came to what he asked, this is what she deserves.

Carr was right, there could be no harsher punishment than to live without her wolf's presence in her life. "Gene therapy." Xylon looked at the blank faces staring at him. "That's the answer, gene therapy, like the humans use to treat Cancer and some diseases. We can try it to turn off the Dire Wolf gene." "And can you do that fast enough to help us?" Alistair was matter of fact. He had to find a way to save his mate and the other women. If this took too long, they had to rely completely on overpowering the altered Weres. He wasn't sure if they could.

“I am a pure silver wolf, Grandpa. I don’t need those herbs to make me pure. Please stop the therapy. It’s not helping me.” He strode towards me in a fit of rage while I inched backward in fear. Nikos’s warning echoed in my head. He leaned towards me, glaring at me. “The therapy is to purify your heart and body. It’s meant to get rid of your shifter mate’s touch and weaken your mate bond. If you don’t follow it, be ready to die, Cerelia.”

"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.