Yandere Base Novels & Stories

but then again why was she so surprised, Marble was the very same, he also looked a lot like a girl but he was a man, Maybe this was how most male Diasuks looked, then would the women look like men? " oh my God! I am so sorry, I. I thought you were a.." " you thought I was a woman?" Yep, it was a man's voice. Kira shakes her head in disbelief trying to clear her thoughts, this wasn't good, she needed to get out of there. was it possible for her to go back into the city on foot? The Yandarian Palace was built in the middle of nowhere, even the taxi driver had been reluctant to bring her all the way here if only she hadn't increased his pay. No, both of her legs would break out of exhaustion b

James said calmly, “I just want her to understand that I won’t stay silent and play along with her scheme.” Yrian smiled bitterly, sat opposite James, and said, “Things are different now. You’ve cultivated the Terrastride Step, Dawnblaze Form, and Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes. You also have an Ultimate Golden Body, Nirvana Golden Bones, Chaos Essence, and the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. Yukha might not be a match for you even if she did use her full strength to fight.”

“What if this is just a Ydaer phenomenon?” Ydaer was a scientist who studied mate bonds and discovered that creatures who hadn’t let go of the past wouldn’t be able to open themselves to feel the bond of a destined mate. Ydaer argued that holding onto bygones created an emotional block that muted a creature’s senses and blinded them from feeling the one they were destined for. He theorized that the Goddess implanted this internal mechanism as a way of making sure a creature was “ready” to meet someone better before allowing the said creature to sense the second chance - a theory that was never confirmed due to the lack of evidence.

Nari muttered and looked at Jai. "Why are you looking at me like that? Stop that!" The two argued at Lucien's back while his thoughts are occupied about what happened in the past that made him clenched his fist. "That Yūgi...!" Meanwhile Yūgi... *Achu!* *** Hey readers! I'm sorry for not updating last week. My schedule is a bit harsh nowadays and I just want to tell you that I will be taking a short break for next week or two. I hope you're enjoying COLONY BASE. I will be back soon. Have a nice day y'all! :>

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Several others quickly echoed similar compliments, hoping to earn a favorable impression. Meanwhile, Ivy and Anya remained standing quietly near the roadside, watching the crowd of leaders shamelessly trying to curry favor with Antelope. A faint sigh escaped Anya's lips. "Dawn Base is very different," she said softly, her eyes never leaving the gathering ahead. "Most of our residents are elderly people. We only have a handful of younger survivors." She lowered her head slightly before continuing. "Even though I'm one of the strongest ability users in the base, I have very little say in anything." Her lips curved into a bitter smile.

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her

“Our Luna’s case is very special; it will take some time to gather research and find out what exactly has happened to her Lycan genes and where they came from.” “Don’t worry about that,” Calix says and walks over to the door, motioning for Omega Dunya to bring in the body of Evander. “You can use this in case she needs any more blood transfusions, he should be a match, and he is also a half-relative of Amira. He should be of some use.” “Oh, dear,” the doctor mumbles. “Well, we shall get to work then.” “Let me know the moment she wakes up, I’ll be in my office in the meantime.”

They were few left in this world and many Lycan's took several mates as their own to increase the chance of breeding more of their kind. As I approached the front, I saw him. I couldn't imagine sharing him with any other. I wanted him as mine and I would do anything to finally be free of the life I had. He stood tall with his shoulders back. Long dark brown hair teasing his ears, and those bright green eyes that seemed to be fake were shining at me like a siren calling my body to him. He caught my eye, quickly looking over my body and his lip curled up. I bit my bottom lip, hoping he approved of my naked body covered in this thin see-through fabric.

The sight of the sudden appearance of the girl was a surprise, and one after another guessed Ye Wan's identity. Isn't Si Yihan a misogynist? How could I call a woman over by myself? They thought that Cui Hao had found this is already the best, but compared with this, suddenly lost color. Looking at the sofa to eat like a man, Ye Wan Wan sighed deeply It's bad luck how to catch up with him. She almost figured out what was going on now, and Si Yehan's misogynistic touches were the same as those of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Some people with obsessive-compulsive disorder can wash their hands for a day, and the same is true of the night cold.