Yandere Jason Todd X Reader Novels & Stories

I say, without thinking too deeply into it, but I wished I did. “Hmm, I didn’t know you like kinky stuff,” Mr. Jason says, smirking. My cheeks become red as I watch the smirk grace Mr. Jason’s face. He must think I am a freak to love the fifty shades series, but what am I saying. Mr. Jason spanked me to punish me. He must be into that kind of stuff already. “I won’t say I like it. I just love reading it. I don’t see myself ever doing the things I have read,” I say, honestly and not because I fear he would want a BDSM relationship with me.

She held her stomach, her lips parted as she fell off the bed screaming. Jason opened his eyes calmly on his bed. "Of course, she wasn't here." He sounded angry and stood up. He raised his window and breathe in the fresh night breeze. His heart rose and fell stately, while he studied his environment as though he has never seen it before, flashes of the men who he killed about Rose's case interfered. "That one unfinished business. Mr Woodbead, your leisure time is over." BETHANY'S DIARY "I've read books, I've attended burials but I've never been this shocked. It seems so... "not true."

All of my senses were locked on the heat between my legs. Even though this was the first time something like this had happened, Jason handled me with practiced ease. He spread my drenched petals apart, his pads massaging and prodding in circular motions, before slicking his fingers up and down the delicate, swollen entrance. My mind went black the moment I realized what was happening. Caspian and I didn't have much of a sex life, but I wasn't a loose woman, and I certainly had no intention of sleeping with one of his friends.

Sighing, I looked at my phone and saw that it was from Colby. We need to talk. It’s about Lia. - C What about her? - J She’s my fated mate. And Rain’s too. - C …Are you serious right now? - J Dead serious. - C Well, this is gonna get interesting, real fast. - J What’s that supposed to mean? - C I smell an omega too. Strongly. - J What?! - C Yeah. Lia’s probably my mate too. - J Are you for real right now? - C

“Just don’t tell Mom. She’ll be mad I broke her glass.” Adler exhaled, ignoring the protest.His fingers closing more deliberately around the wound on his thigh, checking the depth. Jason’s body tensed the instant his hand pressed against his thigh. A sharp breath escaped him before he swallowed it down—but Adler felt it anyway. It pulsed through the boy’s muscles and into his own palm. His eyes flicked up almost impulsively but Jason was watching him, pupils darkened, lips parted as if the air had been stolen from his lungs.

"Then tell me what's wrong. There's something eating you up and if it is about Jason , let me know. Do you miss him. I know you felt protected when he was with you . Tell me what's wrong" "Met I was so excited to kill this so called billionaire until I got here. Met. Met.. He ...... Do you .... He is J....Ja....Jason. He's Jason. How can I kill Jason". Lucy said bitterly and Metly froze with shock. She knew it wasn't possible. Jason was Lucy hero so how can he maltreat women. "How come?".

One moment, Jason was in the holiday house with his brothers, the next he was in their old house, hanging by the window and staring into a room. At first, he was terrified. He was just there, standing on air, and gravity was useless. Then he saw the room into which he stared into. It belonged to his uncle’s first and only son, Tommy. Tommy was not the best friend anyone could have, but he was not the terrible person his dad was either.

Once I fell asleep, I had trouble waking up. Before I knew it, I slept for most of the day again. When I woke up, I heard Jenny arguing with Jason outside the room. Jenny yelled, "You drove Christine to jump into the river just to show your lover, right? Jason, I never knew you could be so evil! Great, now that she's back, what are you doing here then?!"

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

Her eyes snapped open wide. The guy who had been out cold, drunk as a skunk, was now looming over her. Yosef gripped her chin, his voice a raspy growl. "Ms. Lowry, you think you get me, huh? So, what's your guess—what do I want to do right now?" "Mr. Webb, you're wasted," Zara replied, her voice cool and steady. Yosef's breath was hot and heavy. "Wasted or not, you think you know the answer to that better than me?"