Yandere Jason Todd X Reader Novels & Stories

Inside, I found myself in a space that was starkly different from my own. Jason’s bedroom was cold, almost sterile. Black, white, and gray tones dominated the walls and furniture, exuding an eerie emptiness. Unlike my ornate, golden-accented chambers, his felt… lonely. A screen blocked part of the terrace, where the only touch of warmth came from a simple tatami mat and an unclosed book beside it. I stepped closer, glancing at the title. A modern novel from Larvania. Strange. I had never seen Jason read anything for pleasure.

The cover was pretty and the blurb was mind-blowing Todd couldn't believe that he had this among his collections but he didn't think he had gone through this before. He had been reading for the past fifteen minutes, sitting in the room of Thalia, he was about to flip to the next page when he heard the sound of someone yawning sweetly and loudly, he shuffled around in his chair to look at her, "Are you..." Thalia jumped off the bed, seeing what Todd was reading, she didn't want him to know what she was reading when he wasn't around, she was ready to tug the book from him but he had calculated her movement and had pulled away faster than she anticipate and grabbed her hand.

Cassandra's POV I looked at Ana with an exasperated expression wanting her to just say what she wanted to and get out of my home. "Well, I'm listening," I urged when she just kept on staring at me and laughing. "Jason is not an ordinary werewolf, Cassandra, in every way," she muttered and I rolled my eyes. "How does that matter to me?" I huffed. "Take her out now!" I ordered and the guard began dragging Ana out, now having the full permission to manhandle her.

I look over at Jason who's soaking wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. He slowly make his way over to us. Every step seems to echo through the now silent condo. I hear a whimper come from her as Jason gets closer and closer. He doesn't look at me, his eyes are locked on her. The glare on his face. The look in his eyes. I've never seen this side of him before. It's almost as if I can feel this heat coming from him. Jason stops in front of her, glaring down at her. She stands there with her shoulders slouched with her head down, not look up at Jason.

Unable to allow him to say a word before he could get his own out, Jason continued, “I have to tell you something. I never meant for it to happen, but as you know from your time with Angel, if these things are meant to happen then they will. Lara and I…we…I have claimed her as my mate, and I know I should have come to you first but I…” “Jason!” Layon snapped at him and before Jason could respond, the alpha-in-waiting had grabbed hold of his shoulders to shake him into silence. “Would you shut up with your babbling?” In the next moment, the bedroom door was yanked open and Lara appeared, changed into a pair of black jean shorts and a blue silk vest top with lace straps. Her eyes were round wi

he asked, because men always do when they meet a woman at the wrong end of a story. “Tired,” I said. Footsteps. Many. Not ours. Not human. Jason, arriving with two of his second mouths, breath bright with the satisfaction of being present for an ending. He took in the rogue on the ground, the hunter under my hand, the neatness of Edda’s unplugged lure, the line of snares Lyra had made into pretty garbage. His face did a slow, polite rearrangement. “Well,” he said, cheerful. “Look at that. A mess that cleans itself.”

Jason said soothingly, even though he himself wasn't sure about his own words this time. Was it true what Helen had told him about Lucy Watts? Jason found it hard to believe, because to be honest Jason was quite interested in Lucy Watts, who for him was the second woman after Helen who had caught his attention. And how coincidentally did Lucy Watts also have a relationship with Daniel Noel? Is it fate or karma, because Jason Morean has always been attracted to Daniel Noel's women? ***

asked JC while stomping in a fast rhythm to bring Anna once again to the peak of their love. "I love you, Jason ... aakhh! Oohh ... JASON!" Anna screamed when she was at her climax which felt so vibrating throughout her body. Anna's cell phone rang loudly signaling an incoming call. Jason and Anna stared at each other tensely with their bodies still linked at the bottom. "Want me to pick up the call for you, Anna?" said JC grinning sinisterly. Author notes: Hi, Dear Readers. If you don't mind please leave comment and rate this book for me. I wish you enjoy the story. Thank you.

"Stop that. This is a good friend of Jason and mine. Ms. Moyer, let's play dice." From the moment I entered the bar, I felt pressure building inside me. My head spun as waves of nausea washed over me. Someone pushed me toward Freya. I looked back and saw Jason. He glanced at my legs, covered by the blanket. "Is that sprained ankle still not healed? I hope there isn't some other problem—" Freya laughed and cut him off, "Jason, you're teasing Ms. Moyer again. Ms. Moyer, Jason's just like that. He's blunt with everyone except me.

Marcus placed a gloved hand lightly on his shoulder. “Tonight, you’ve done well. Your nerves are calmer, your body responded. But your heart… that’s a separate journey. That intensity you feel—it’s not just pain. It’s attraction, longing, connection. Something to explore when the time is right.” Jason exhaled, a mix of relief and frustration. “I… I can’t stop thinking about her, Mar. The woman from the hotel… but the elevator girl keeps mixing things. I don’t know why I’m seeing her when I don’t want to.”