Yandere Top Novels & Stories

Now I also need her. "Remove your top, pull down your jeans and undies, and come over my lap." As I ordered, a smile touched her lips. "Okay, Master." She replied and stood up, smiling at me to comply with my order. She held the hem of her green top and pull it out of her head, grinning at me. I hurriedly opened all the buttons of my shirt before pulling it out of my arms, my intense gaze is fixed at her tempting body. I'm aroused. She undid the button of her jeans, she leaned down and yanked it down her legs with her undies. She took them out of her legs and stood in front of me only in her black lace bra.

Elijah blinked, turning the screen to me. It was still open to the picture of her wearing a red kimono worn in a way that showcased her large breasts, and the way she was sitting, her left leg was exposed up to about mid-thigh. “Yep. That’s Granny Yūri in her prime.” I waggled my eyebrows. “So our Riko gets her sex appeal from her.” he nodded.

- Yana said as if nothing had happened, examining me with even greater interest than at night. She was wearing an ultra-short leather dress with a deep bronze neckline, like her entire perfect body. A thin lace was playfully tied around the neck, probably also made of leather. Killer metal hairpins and a high ponytail of long silk hair the color of a crow's feather complemented the image of a kind of sun-spoiled A****n, tremblingly holding in her arms an obviously hungry child, a little older than my Nikita, but with the fury of a true predator, ready to defend him and herself at any moment. At least paint an oil painting! - But I could not see with my own eyes the lair of the most enviable

Yuna Teragon sat on the throne; her golden yellow hair had curly strands that made it look wet, and most of its locks were tied in a ponytail behind her head. She wore bright red baggy trousers and a red, oversized top that revealed her shoulders, upper chest, and the thin strap-sleeves of her innerwear. She wore golden jewelry around her neck and wrists and was bare-footed. Her eyes were dark brown, and she had a very emotionless face. She watched as Mary and Cortana walked to the staircases on the rise. “Stop there!” She spoke. Mary and Cortana stopped and raised their heads. Yuna's brows furrowed as she saw Cortana’s face.

This is for Zandra. XXX

Beth's POV "Sir Ralyks, I’d like you to meet Yuri. She’s one of the best fighters in the KariBlanc combat force," Aldred said warmly, gesturing towards her. Beside Aldred stood a woman with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a bright shade of pink, cropped short just above her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, reflecting her confidence. Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

She yanked off her tank top and her bra followed, making Andrei catch his breath. “Holy mother of..” Andrei’s voice trailed off as he reached up to touch her breasts and knead them in his hands. “You’re..muy perfecto Anna.” He rasped.

He's got this quiet intensity, like he's holding back a storm, and every time he lectures on forbidden desires in classic novels, I swear he's staring right at me, making my nipples harden under my thin tops. From day one, I decided to make him notice. I'm Nyra Voss, a senior with a reputation for being the campus tease, the girl who wears skirts that barely cover her ass and tops that dip low enough to show the lace of her bra. But for Ronan? I upped the ante.

"Yikes! I'm not going to change to obtain a guy. Let's take a shower, and I smell something yummy." "Yes, I guess the smell is grilled steak. Two incredibly hot males are making it." "Let's move quickly," Shanda urged. She was being dragged toward the restroom by her friend. Izabella was dressed in a purple spaghetti-strap tank top, while Shanda wore a black one with denim shorts. They picked something from the fresh wardrobes. The difference is that she wore a white long-sleeve shirt over her spaghetti top. As her long, still-wet hair was, she let it fall beyond her shoulders.