Novel & Cerita Twisted Wonderland Yandere

That was one of the absurd things that would ever happen. That wasn’t Lyra. Why would she marry someone like that? “Yes.” She smiled. Her smile told me she was okay, no. happy with that. Is it possible that a person changed over the night? I had never witnessed anything like that before, but Lyra was astounding me with her new strange behavior. So you are his third wife?” “No, I am his fifth wife.” What the fuck was happening on this earth? Fifth wife? She was someone’s fifth wife? And she agreed to marry a man who had been married a fourth time before marrying her. Also, all his marriages failed.

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

he said and stepped closer to Woo jin's ear “The difference between you and me? I don’t ask. I take. You walked into my space… and thought you had a say.” "You stepped into mine first by claiming someone else's" Woo Jin snapped “You couldn’t keep her when she was yours. Now you think you can take her back?” he said with a mocking smile "Watch and see" Woo Jin's gaze became more and more darker as he clenched his fist Adrian's smile dropped "Stay away from her… or next time, you won’t walk out" he finalized and walked away "Moretti!"Woo Jin called but Adrian kept walking. Carolina was back at the table and Adrian came back

“Because if it is, I have to say, it’s a bit sad.” Frustration surged within me, and I couldn’t hold back. “I’m not playing any games,” I retorted, my anger flaring. “I don’t need either of you dictating my life.” Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by my reaction. “Oh, I’m sure you don’t,” he replied with a laugh. “But here you are, aren’t you? Still caught between us. Still trying to untangle all the lies and manipulation. Tell me, Elena, do you ever wonder if you’re just another piece in their game?”

I simply responded with a hum, leaned back, and closed my eyes to rest. Even though I stayed quiet, Estel couldn't suppress her urge to boast. "Esmeray, that woman is Julian Stewart's wife. Did you know that? Julian told me I looked just like her when she was young. Once she's gone, I'll be the next Mrs. Stewart." In the past, I would have advised her to stop dreaming. This time, I congratulated her instead. "Wow, congratulations! When that happens, can you get me a job at Stewart Corp?"

"The prince himself comes to rescue his little whore." Ryan’s finger twitched on the trigger. It would be so easy. One more shot. End it. But Ryan held back. Barely. "You don't deserve to say her name," Ryan said, his voice vibrating with rage. Mason laughed, a wet, ugly sound. "Come on, Ryan. We both know you don't really care about her," Mason sneered. "She's just another pawn. Another puppet for your twisted games." Ryan stepped forward, gun raised.

A tightness coiled in Araheen’s chest at Yadira’s condition, but she dismissed it at once—especially when claws began to form at the salamander’s fingertips, her chest rising and falling in shallow, furious breaths. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Yadira snarled, cracked lips pulling back. “I could smell your traitorous aura from a fucking mile away, you sylph cunt.” Araheen did not react. She had expected no less from Yadira. “Your people would do the same to me if our positions were reversed, Yadira,” she replied evenly.

She kept tapping it repeatedly. “I’ve got it,” she said as she walked over to Clarissa. Clarissa held onto her robe in fear as Mandy showed her the image. It was exactly like the one on her back, but inverted. “Oh, my goodness,” Clarissa gasped. Mandy nodded in agreement. “What’s that?” “It’s the product of a werewolf venom.” “What?” Clarissa realized for the first time that things were going to get more complicated, and she wondered how long she was going to hide her identity from Archer.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

Fuck? I screamed, not wanting to listen to him. He squeezed my breast again, roaming his other hand over my body, stopping between my legs as he strummed my core with his long fingers through the white lace of my dress. I shoved my head back, but I got hurt instead as it collided with his collarbone. "That makes these tits mine. This pussy mine. This whole body mine and I will do with it whatever I goddamn please." I bucked in his hold, wanting to burn my ears from his disgusting delusions.