Yandere Yuri Novels & Stories

Blonde,blue eyes, pink plumb lips, he definitely was handsome. "Oh, no I just want to sit alone as you can see, definitely not in the mood to mingle. But it's a pleasure to meet you alpha Dylan," I greeted. "Same, Alpha Avery," I looked at him in appreciation, he was the first alpha to acknowledge me as part of him:An alpha. He was known to be a womanizer and definitely was flawless when it came to his leading skills of course. He was the third ranked Alpha around the world. "So here to make me fall for your charms," I said with a smirk as he looked at me with surprise.

He has met a lot of girls, he banged with many girls, he knows woman kind better than anyone, but this woman, she seemed different, she was terrified of him. Xavier had a personality, a mysterious personality where every woman could die for him or could sell of their wardrobe. This girl was different. He looked deeply inside her eyes. “Xavier,” she heard a voice behind him. It was that fawn haired girl. He turned and looked at her with annoyed expressions. She looked at him angrily. “What are you doing?” she asked. “That’s none of your business,” he said angrily. He was angry before but after the sight of this girl it was all clear he looked pissed off.

The Yokai Seduction card lay forgotten on the table, its provocative text now reality. “Shall we make the game more interesting?” Kyomi whispered, grinding slowly against the massive bulge in his pants. Her hazel eyes were dark with lust. “Strip version. Every time you lose a round, you take something off. Same for me. Unless… you’re too shy, samurai?” Fugishigoro’s outer mask stayed cold, but inside the yandere roared with feral hunger. She’s offering her body. Piece by piece. I’ll memorize every inch before I claim her forever.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

Yuri got up from the table and walked to the other side of the bar, conversing with a group of men who had been eyeing her since we walked in. I tried to ignore her and enjoy my drink peacefully but was interrupted by a soft voice. "Are you alone?" I turned to find a beautiful blonde woman in a stunning dress, her eyes gleaming with clear intent. Before I could respond, I heard Yuri's voice. "I'm not interested in sleeping with you. Just because I'm being nice doesn't mean I'm interested." "Seriously? You flirted back. How was I supposed to read that?" the man retorted. "You're pathetic. Talking to you was a waste of my time. I should get going." Yuri snapped before the man grabbed her hand.

Ren was standing in a corner with a cocktail glass in one hand, a rather bored look on his face, and several young ladies were surrounding him, seemingly trying to ‘chat him up’. Yuri’s eyes flashed murder as one of those…hussies was bold enough to press her body close to his so that her breasts were almost touching his chest. And it didn’t help matters that the girl was wearing a black mini-skirt which showed off her legs, as well as a dark orange tube with the material just covering her breasts, and she obviously didn’t even wear a bra. Yuri turned around in her swivel chair; not wanting to see the scene any longer than necessary. And then again, just why is she so angry anyway? It isn’t l

Yuriel’s emotions have been bad since she woke up. For some reason, she has hatred toward those around her. It reminded her of being harassed in a confined club room and people swarming around harassing her. Some of the people in the room were surprised. However, Aleandro’s expression doesn’t change. He crossed his hands in front of his chest with arrogant face. Yuriel doesn’t like him. His attitude reminded her of Thalia. “Dear, do you remember me?” A beautiful woman approached Yuriel and gazed at the concerned condition of her body.

“I’m not interested in an old dog like you. You’re not even two-thirds taller than me; you’re reaching it at this point. You think you can do whatever you want just because you’re one of the sword saints?” Yuri smiled grimly. “Interesting! I didn’t think I’d meet such a fierce woman while doing my master’s bidding… “I’ve decided! I’ll keep you alive and imprison you! “I’ll play with you when I’m in a good mood, and I’ll let my dog play with you when I’m not! Hahaha!” Yuri showed an unhinged expression; he didn’t seem like a sword saint at all. “You…” Kairi snarled. She was boiling with anger. It was her first time hearing such shameless words.

Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual. She wore an oversized shirt paired with baggy trousers that resembled a skirt at first glance. She had clear skin, and her bright smile made it impossible to tell that she was a warrior. Her overall demeanor was positive, so Rey was initially taken aback once the introduction was made. "Hello, um… I mean, greetings, Sir! I’m Yuri, as you already know. I assure you, I’m quite capable, so feel free to rely on me whenever you need!" Yuri greeted enthusiastically.

Yuri acted like vine, clingy and suffocating… only I loved this side of her, and wished I’d see more of it soon! “Why won’t you touch me?!” She all but cried out as I placed her on the bed, and made a beeline to the shower – a cold shower awaited me, hopefully one where she didn’t join me. I knew that if her pheromones were playing with my head and driving me to the brink of insanity, Yuri had it worse, possibly tenfold. She didn’t care for me, and yet she was ready to beg for it, as she so put it earlier on.