Yandere Visual Novel Novels & Stories

Yaoi's eyes were awe-inspiring: "Yes, it's Lavie Sue! I don't know how she got those photos or how she investigated my family!" "I will find out." Mary Kinson's eyes were firm, with a hint of hatred. Yaoi blinked her eyes, and the light from the corner of her eyes swept to Willam, who was sitting behind him. Her small hand released Mary Kinson's clothes and walked towards him. William is very strong, wearing a suit can also show a full sense of power, and the cold face contour is very similar to the carefully designed NPC she saw in the fantasy game. She immediately understood why there are players who are willing to spend money in the game to fall in love with virtual characters because the

I snatched up my phone and sat at the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and unlocked my phone. Clicking on the bared fangs icon, I swiped left, opening up my inbox. My eyes scanned down the list of unread Snarls and locked on one name. Dane. My tongue darted out and slid along my bottom lip. I could already feel my body reacting. Goddess. This guy was so fine, and I hated that I was dripping wet at just seeing his name. I nibbled on my bottom lip and clicked on his message. My face was warm, my body hot, as I stared at a blue square. Dane had sent me a Snarl. I tilted my head and didn’t bother hiding the smile as it spread across my face. I clicked on the square and his video played.

That's how cliche her death was, dying because of poisoning the Angel walking heroine from the novel entitled "Yandere's Love" The last thing I wanted to reborn with is inside the body of Juliet, the body I am possessing right now. I did not know how serious my sin was and I was punished in this way. As a great call center agent I have been loyal to my work. I don't hate people who make prank calls even at night and I even talk to people who you think are ordering fast food.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

K Whatever pondered, “Let’s go to your mansion where your enemies live!” “Eh?” _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER FIFTY ~

We took the bus to her shared apartment, and the moment we were inside her room, I threw my bag onto the floor and sat down on the chair behind the study desk. Jess’ room was pleasantly neat and tidy, with stacks of textbooks, and of course, BL manga and light novels, sitting on the desk. On her single bed were a few soft toys. Naturally, they were of male characters who had strong gay undertones from famous anime such as Sebastian and Ceil from Black Butler, Yuu and Mika from Owari no Seraph, Eren and Levi from Attack on Titan, and Yuuri and Victor from Yuri on Ice. I knew the characters because I had to suffer countless hours watching the anime with her.

Wearing circular glasses, small hair peeking out from his cheeks sitting right beside him, making the boy nodded his head in response. “Yes, and now senpai just has to mail the further department, so they can update this in-game as valentine's day is just a week apart." Kai turns his gaze back at the screen, opening his mail, attracting the 3 files with it. ‘Hello there, Imaa Yamada Kai, the illustrator of the worldwide famous game Sinner of Pleasure. Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’

"Sanity is a luxury for those who don't have enough ghosts to keep them company, Professor. I found the exercise tedious." "Typical." A sharp melodic voice cut through the praise. Rhysandra Nychus, Vampiress Noble with skin like porcelain and eyes the color of a fresh kill, leaned back in her seat. A key fixture in Selene's holy inner circle, though her presence in a Dark Magic theory class always felt like a fox attending a hen convention.

"It’s beautiful, isn't it?" I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sitting in a high-backed leather chair in front of the monitors was a woman. She was young—maybe twenty-five—with sharp, intelligent eyes and a headset resting around her neck. She wasn't a monster. She was wearing a simple hoodie and jeans. "Who are you?" I asked, clutching the bloody glass shard. "I’m the Lead Narrative Designer," she said, spinning her chair around. "My name is **Maya**. But in the game, you knew me as the **Librarian**."

"Yes. Yes, I would give just about anything to have one." "Then so be it." She placed a cool palm on my forehead, and instantly, flashes of images bombarded me. A dark warehouse. Haunted forest green eyes. Vaughan's wild eyes as he marked me. A crumbling warehouse. Smiling forest green eyes. Vaughan's wild eyes in his half-state. Then Vladimir's smug face appeared in my mind. And finally, the image of Vaughan's decapitated head in his hold. I sucked in a large breath when the images stopped, then stumbled away from the goddess.