Novel & Cerita Twisted Wonderland Yandere

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

she gazed at the screen in disbelief as she looked up searching for who had sent the message, as she was about runnig back to the gallery in panick A figure appeared from the darkness wearing a hoodie, his face lit up by the glow of a nearby streetlamp. She staggers back as the figure keeps advancing toward her, his features becoming clearer with each step. Eleanor's eyes widen as she tries to figure out who the masked figure is, her mind racing with confusion. As she watches the masked figure's face was twisted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes glistening with a threatening look that makes her blood run cold. Her phone slips from her trembling hands as she stares at him in horror.

For an infinitе, suspеndеd momеnt, shе knеw nothing but thе whitеout hazе of rеlеasе, еvеry worry and hеartachе sеarеd from еxistеncе in thе firеs of hеr climax. Whеn awarеnеss finally bеgan filtеring back in, it was to find hеrsеlf cradlеd in Tylеr's arms, thеir swеat-slickеd bodiеs still еntwinеd in thе tanglеd aftеrglow. Hе prеssеd tеndеr kissеs along thе slеndеr column of hеr throat, his touch infinitеly gеntlеr than thе brutal possеssion that had prеcеdеd it.

she said, shaking her head in grim amusement. Yuria's spine tingled with reckless exhilaration as she imagined Miranda's bright, eager eyes swirling in heartbreaking sorrow. She was terrified at the prospect of her friend eventually realizing the awful reality - that the person she considered her soul sister had not only been sleeping with her beloved lover but had relished every agonizing minute of it.

“You are affected by a standard wards spell. It is very easy to overcome it, if you really… want to… - the words sounded extremely ambiguous. Armand accepted the challenge and, gathering all his strength, moved his leg and extended his hand towards the woman. - Do you dare to? The brunette leaned forward a little and also raised her hand. When only a couple of centimeters remained between their palms, flames blazed on the lady's fingertips, burning and angry. The mercenary staggered back, more in surprise than pain. But the viscous air let go. Now it was possible to move without effort. However, shamelessly grabbing the brunette in his arms also somehow got sick. Meanwhile, she crossed her l

She had waited the whole day, but the man whom she yearned did not show up. It seemed like Darryl had already forgotten about her. 'I guess he must be doing well. After all, he has many bosom friends.' 'Yvonne, Artemis Sect Master Darby, and Jewel, his close-knit maid… All of them are beautiful girls. Look at me…' 'Forget it!' She sighed. 'I don't deserve him anymore.' Lily comforted herself, but the more she persuaded herself, the more distressed she got. … Meanwhile... Yvette activated the Wonder Travel Amulet and hugged Darryl close to her. She sensed it when the darkness consumed her sight as they left the New World palace. She felt as if both of them had continued to fall.

Her tightened lips softened and they almost formed in a smile. “Women are cunny aren't they?” I raised my brows and she did a hmmm - kind of expression. “I am not a tortoise, get off me!” She screamed still trying to push me off. Her hands were on my chest and I swear I wanted them there. Her hands were like the wand of a witch, sparkling on my chest and sending sensations to my body. There was no way she would be able to push me off, this was what I thought until she . . . . . .

They had definitely become attached, and proof was Kaden getting overly jealous when a man touched me, and tried to lure me into paying to work out in his gym. He had told me not to let any other man touch me, and I had smiled. So they definitely weren't leaving me. Not with what I was seeing in them. Just then, my phone chimed, and I took it up. There was a post about me. Something I hadn't seen in ages. CONFIRMED: YRENE FUCKING THE TRIPLETS. ASK HER, AND IF SHE DENIES, CALL ME A BITCH. The post had been uploaded just a minute ago, but it already had five hundred comments, and was still counting.

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.