This is a series of stories featuring Yandere characters from canonical creepypasta. Some parts marked 18+ contain NSFW content

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. Des monstres cryptiques rôdaient aux alentours du village. Réalité ou légende, la question pouvait se poser. Pourtant, tous les habitants le confirmeront, des créatures mangeuses d'hommes existaient dans les profondeurs de la forêt gargantuesque. Dubitative sur le sujet, tu n'étais pas vraiment convaincue de leurs récits, jusqu'au jour où un monstre vint à malheureusement trouver ta personne délicieusement captivante. Cet énorme monstre qui avait plus de similarités avec un animal sauvage qu'une personne lucide et rationnelle. Tels les chasseurs du coin, cette créature, Jack, décida de te traquer sans répit jusqu'à que sa proie soit enfin sienne. Et lui échapper sera loin d'être une chose facile.

"Why would you do this to me? Didn't you say you love me?" "Of course I do love you, you shouldn't have doubted my love for you." "Then why imprison me? Then why violate me? Then why torture me like this?" "Isn't it obvious? Because I love you." He smiled, hands lovingly stroke your pale bruised cheek, eyes passionately look at you, the color of pure vivid emerald, was scintillating as ever. But you laughed at his words, and gave a sardonic smile: "Liu, this isn't love, at all." A love story between a girl who can't stop living in the past and a serial killer who is too dominant over love. Like they've always said : "Love isn't one's business."

This will be a boy x boy so be warned! You, as the protagonist have always felt strange feelings of being watched and seeing shadows move in the corner of your room. After two years you finally decided to explore the unknown.

- Alors ? Action ou Souffrance ? - Ça ne sert plus à rien de poser cette question, forcément qu'on va tout le temps choisir Action... L'entité verte rigola : - Donc, tu choisis Action ??? Ben Drowned semblait très enthousiaste, son comportement me mets en méfiance mais d'un autre côté, il ne me laisse pas vraiment le choix...Je dis en détournant le regard, de peur de ce qui allait m'arriver... : - Action. Il semble agréablement satisfait de ma réponse et s'empresse de dire, un large sourire sur les lèvres : - Gagne cette partie.

Wherever there was a handprint, there was a nickname. For (Y/n), it was on her neck with what she considered to be a strange nickname. She assumed that when she first met her soulmate, she'd be killed off. Just another dead body at somebody's hands, so she did what she felt was logical by always covering it up, not letting anyone see it. For her soulmate, the handprints were on his forearms, a nickname written in black placed across them. He didn't mind them, but always kept them covered with the sleeves of his hoodie. One night, their lives collide, which will soon lead to them being changed forever.

(Y/N). Young. Dumb. Legally blind. And that's it. Oh, and a serial killer thinks he's cute. There's that too.

COVER ART BY ME! × !Mature content warning! × The wind was howling through the trees, rain pouring down and breaking apart on the ground, only to join together again in the form of pouls scattered across the city. Vegetating the forest with its content, the water feeding the flora and animals living inside. It was that cold night that it all began. Their obsession with you.

Note de l'auteur : ATTENTION !! Comme le titre l indique ce Jeff va être TOXIQUE , il va vraiment être horrible , Il va être violent non seulement au niveau des paroles mais aussi des gestes et je conseil au ame sensible de s abstenir . Rappel: (T/P)= ton prénom (T/N)= ton nom ( Dans l histoire vous aurez 20 ans et vous êtes encore innocente. Vous avez encore votre premier baiser ect ) Ça fait 2 mois que je suis dans cette établissement et en 2 mois j ai réussi à tomber amoureuse du garçon le plus inaccessible du monde ! Jeffrey Wood ! Ce mec il a la moitié des filles de l établissement après lui ! C est le mec le plus beau et mystérieux de tout le bahut bien que personne n est jamais vue le bah de son visage . Il est toujours avec sa bande de potes et ils sont tous aussi mystérieux que lui ! Mais à des moments il s isole et passe la plus part de son temp à regarder en direction du ciel tandis que la moitié des filles l observent en bavant. Je ne le connaissais pas , je n aurais jamais dû fondre dans ses bras car c est à partir de là que mon cauchemar commença.

You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people. Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby. When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)