Yandere Therapy Novels & Stories

Eliminate her relationship with Declan and help her with family issues, and potential inner wounds that hadn't healed. Nyxen watched her placidly. "Are you going to cooperate like an adult today, or insist on being an adolescent?" he asked in French. Amara rolled her eyes and crossed both her arms and legs. After a minute or so of silence, she finally looked back at Dem. "What kind of therapy are you even qualified to give, anyway?" "We'll just worry about talking for now, hm?" Nyxen replied. Amara twisted her mouth, but kept looking at him. "About what? My deep dark past that needs immediate assistance or I'll fall in and drown in it?"

"I'm serious to tell you that Miss Morgan has never pestered me. It's always me, pestered her. She's different from many other women. She's the most special woman I've ever seen. I have a good impression of her. I know she's married and has a child, but I still can't control my good impression of her. So if you want to blame me, don't target her. This time, you admit that you've made a mistake. She won't pursue..." "Thera!" Yedda seemed to be greatly stimulated. She couldn't believe it, and she even didn't want to believe what Thera said personally. "Did she give you ecstasy soup? How could you like her?" "Why can't I like her?" Thera lost patience. She was stubborn and stubborn. No one coul

“Mia isn’t in a condition to come out right now. I’m helping her with her treatment, and she can’t see anyone.” “She can’t see anyone?” Vivian seemed doubtful. “Miss Sanders, Mia is not a criminal. What kind of treatment keeps someone from seeing people?” Sarah explained, “It’s Morita Therapy, a well-known psychological intervention. This is the first phase, the absolute bed rest stage. She can’t get out of bed, and she can’t see anyone.” Vivian looked at the monitor in the living room, where Mia was curled up on the floor, crying in distress, clearly in a state of collapse.

Her hips bucked slightly at the friction. “Good girl,” he murmured, eyes trained on her trembling body. “Feel that? That’s your own body telling you what it needs. Don’t fight it. Therapy isn’t about fighting yourself, it’s about learning.” Her fingers sank deeper into her pussy, thrusting lightly as she whimpered. Oliver crouched slightly, hands on his knees, watching her hungrily. “Yes… just like that. Fingers in your pussy. Do it for me. Mila. Let me see it.”

"Don't be dramatic. It’s a calibration. We’re just dampening the scream so you can function without exploding the grid." "Enough talk," Xander commanded. "Doctor, begin the Final Phase." The specialist - the man with eyes like flat stones - approached Ayla with a headset of pre-Veil silver wires. He placed it over her temples, the metal unnaturally warm. Ayla flinched, her pupils dilating until her eyes were nothing but glowing, predatory blue voids. "We are going to stimulate the tertiary DNA strand," the doctor explained, his voice a monotone drone. "If the resonance matches the Titan’s frequency, the bond is solidified. If not..."

And because somewhere under the static and the burn, under the anger and the scars and the poisonous what-ifs, the unfinished bond had sparked under Aiden’s weight and her wolf had howled in wordless, furious relief. Mine. Not yet, Lyra told it. Maybe not ever. But as she stood alone in the quiet therapy room, the faint indent her body had left in the mat still warm, she could feel the line between them humming. Not severed. And that was worse.”

"Oh, Goddess, Tor- I didn't even think of how much this all affected you. Are you doing okay?" "Yeah, I mean war is part of the job. Being the Beta's daughter is never easy," she said, though I got the sense she was brushing me off. "You know, I'm your therapist too. You can vent if you need to." I hoisted another board to the window, holding it steady for her. "Joint therapists?" She laughed, securing the board I held in place, "That's gotta be some sort of violation of the Therapy Code. Is that a thing?"

"Well we're gonna discuss it. We're gonna start with what the therapist said you need to be doin'. So let's go over to this wall right here." He steered her to a wall of brightly colored vibrators and other female sex toys. "Just pick me something out," she moaned. Putting his hand on her chin, he turned her around so that he could see in her eyes and she could see in his. "This has to be you, Meredith. You have to decide what you're going to do here. Do you want to heal or do you want to be stuck in the same place you are right now. If I pick this out for you, then he's still won because you won't embrace your femininity."

Ryedir made a noncommittal sound at the back of his throat but didn’t reply further. Laret was an excellent healer and almost fanatical in her care. Not just regarding their physical health, but also mental health. This was especially true for bonded pairs and she was more than happy to take every opportunity to state her mind on just how to strengthen those bonds. Which had resulted in a rather hilarious sex talk with himself and Kari.

She confesses " I will miss you too" I reply as she pulls me into a hug. I suddenly feel a sudden edge not to leave her, like she needs me. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ THIRD PERSON POV After Gabriel leaves, Katerina returns to her room to think of the way forward with her assistant Vera. " My lady, what do you suppose is the way forward" Vera ask " Simple, electrotherapy of course" Katerina confess with a sick smile