Yandere Shadow Milk Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

I am guessing it must be Marcus’ leftover drink. She sashayed her tiny waist to the song, I watched in awe as her body created fantasies I wouldn’t forget in years. I didn’t hear the music anymore, my heartbeat was the only sound and her body was all I could see. She was perfect, the way she twisted and melted into the music could not be put in words, could not be explained. If it was the alcohol doing this, I don't mind if she drinks a few bottles. Poor Marcus. Hope your hovering spirit can take in this pleasure I am reveling in? It's a shame I only got to share something with him, in death. Miss distraction.

She sucked greedily, drooling all over it, taking him deeper until she gagged. “Good little slut,” the shadow groaned, pushing more of himself into her room. His free hand reached down and roughly squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple hard. Another shadow appeared in the mirror. This one stepped through completely, solidifying behind her on the bed. Strong hands grabbed her hips and yanked her ass up. Elena moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt a huge, blunt head rubbing against her soaked cunt lips. The shadow behind her didn’t tease. He slammed inside her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch into her tight pussy.

Silver chuckled. “Sure” he said. They both watch Lila and Shadow fuck each other roughly, scratching themeselves with their claws. She wondered how it would be if she never had a wolf. Shadow would have killed her with this type of strength. She yawned, tired. Octavia closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep

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.

Miley was a selfish bastard that cared not carelessly about everything around her as long as they were not from Miley’s kingdom. Even if it means abandoning her best friend. She would do it. “Please don’t tell her. I can do better.” She raised her head and begged earnestly. “I’ll help. I’ll help her, so please.” Shadow looked down at her. Her red pupils sparkled under the sunlight. Red. Shadow’s pupils were the color of blood. It was so beautiful, so dangerous, so… vibrant with mischief. Slowly, her eyes created a crescent moon, meaning that she was smiling big.

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.