Novel & Cerita Yandere Shadow Milk Cookie X Reader

I went for a light, spongy cake with fluffy whipped cream frosting and a layer of fresh strawberries. As I shut the door and tip the delivery girl, I hear a shuffling behind me. Hikaru has curled up on one lounger with a tablet. Their damp hair falls over their eyes and they tucked their bare feet underneath them. They are wearing loose silk pants with a matching robe wrapped around them, a complimentary camisole peeks out underneath. I bite back the growl and place the delivery bags in front of my growing erection. This might be impossible. This fox is too tempting. ‘They are perfect for us, they are ours,’ Shadow reminds me.

“The freak you are talking about is the guardian of The Unknown. She is also my benefactor. When you are busy focusing on yourself and ignoring my plea, the so-called freak helped me without a second thought. Not only that, she forgave me when I infiltrated her place.” Miley clamped her mouth, watching Shadow fiercely. [Look down.] Like a puppy she did. Now she knows. Shadow was the real deal. At first, when she heard about Lord Holiness, she rushed here to know her and to make her favor her. She was wrong. In a split second, she read her and now became a target for her anger. [Why thank you. Remember. I can read your mind.] Miley gasped while Shadow tapped her head numerous times with her f

She said, rolling her eyes at me. Night Shadow Clan? I have heard of them. They are werewolves that bloom late but have special powers. Was Arianna a Shadower? "I am mated to a Shadower?" I asked, baffled. "That's what I have come to confirm. If she carries the blood of the shadower, then I will have to annul your mate bond," she said, seriously.

The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat. Nate’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the blurred outline of a face. “You are mine now,” it said. He released her, Nate dropped to the floor with a thump. The man, the shadow, was gone. Nate’s hand reached for her throbbing neck, she felt two small punctures in her skin. This is when the real pain started.

' 'No one can do this to you, right? 'Right, just you.' 'Whose woman are you?' 'Yours, yours, Coco… Just fuck me already!' I cried. 'Tell me how much you love me.' 'Very, very, much, enough to tolerate your shitty attitude and to frustrate you for the rest of your life. I am Cookie, I will make sure I drive you insane and fill your life with sunshine and rainbow and teddy bears and candies – men I love candies – and… Oh, shit!' I moaned at the end as he finally ended my misery.

Unyielding. “Once you step into my world, there’s no walking out halfway.” She shivered. Because as much as she hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. She’d already stepped in. A shadow passed over her. “You’re outside,” his voice said from behind. Amara turned sharply. Damian stood near the entrance, phone in hand, sleeves rolled up, sunlight catching in his hair. He looked every bit the man she had once thought untouchable - the kind of power you didn’t question, you just adapted to.

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

Let her choose to trust him. It made his shadows coil tighter around his ankles, restless and responsive, alive with the pull between them. Every time her gaze met his, it was like a spark landing on dry tinder. And he had no intention of extinguishing it. Her magic, her shadow, her essence—it tugged at him, seductive, electric. Malick knew it wasn’t just potioncraft that made his chest tighten, his palms itch to reach across the table. It was her. Sierra Vale. With a single glance, a single hesitant flick of her wrist, she could make him uncoil, unravel, lose control. And he wouldn’t fight it—not tonight.

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.