Yandere Shadow Milk Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

HAYLEY If anyone else had walked in on me reading a book on Lycanthropy Folklore, I'd be drowning in questions about it by now. But it was Corey who found me by the library, so I knew I was safe. She probably didn't even know what the word lycanthropy meant. “Whatchu’ doing?” She asks through a mouthful. I stare at her, my gaze moving to the cookie in her hand. “You know eating in here is against the rules, right?”

A jagged shard of memory flared white-hot in my mind, one that didn't belong to the Rina from the modern world. I saw a boy with the same silver hair hiding with me in the dusty attic of the Duskbane estate. I saw him taking the lashes from our uncle so I wouldn't have to. I heard a small, high-pitched voice whispering, "Don't cry, Mimi. I'm your shadow. We're two halves of the same soul." "The Mercenary King just slayed the beast in one strike!" a third-year werecat exclaimed, her ears twitching in excitement. "Did you see that claymore? That's MoonShadow steel!"

he’d said, shaking his head. “She’ll adjust,” I replied tightly. “Sure,” Zayn chuckled. “And I’m the Pope.” Dinner was even worse. Alessia never missed an opportunity to jab me with her tongue, and Zayn sat there enjoying the show like it was a comedy act. After she stormed off again, Zayn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s got fire. I like her.” “She’s reckless,” I muttered. “She’s alive,” Zayn countered. “Most women in our world are trained shadows. She’s a storm.”

Shadow growled as his body folded like a lawn chair and he wrapped his arms around her body holding her tight. Shawna didn't let him go until she drained him, as soon as his dick pop out of her mouth Shadow lifted her ass up in the air and had her face in the mattress. He held her tight around the waist refusing to let her run from his tongue. That man wanted revenge, Shawna was convince he was spelling his name in cursive in her pussy. He was branding her pussy as his, Shawna already knew, she was his. Shawna was trying to move her hips when he hit a super sensitive spot but Shadow caught on and held her tighter and attacked that spot with a fucking vengeance “SHADOW PLEASE, PLEASE, OH FUC

It never did. The clock read past midnight as I stepped into the hallway. The house was silent, the shadows stretching long in the dim light. Then, movement caught my eye. Genna. She stood by the window at the end of the corridor, moonlight painting her in silver. Her arms were wrapped around herself, lost in thought. I approached quietly, nudging her shoulder. She flinched, then relaxed when she saw me. “You scared me,” she whispered, pressing a hand to her chest.

Following the sound with his eyes, he noticed a figure between the trees. The figure has the silhouette of a lady with long dark hair and bright blue eyes that looks like the moon. As he kept watching the figure, she stretched out her hand and pointed at him while whispering incoherent words. Kendrick stood up, trying to get closer but was interrupted by Caspian, who brought dinner to him. "What are you doing out here alone?" Caspian asked as he sat on the boulder where Kendrick had just stood up. He waited for a while but got no response. Frowning, he sighed and patted Kendrick's leg gently.

“Like it’s alive, like it wants to take over.” “Because it does,” Ryker said grimly. He eased me onto a nearby rock, sitting just in front of me. “The Shadowmark is more than just a gift..it’s a curse if you don’t learn to master it. It feeds on your emotions. If you let fear or anger take hold, it’ll burn you alive.” “I’m trying,” I murmured. “But sometimes… I feel like it’s too much. Like I’m too much.” Ryker’s expression softened towards me, and for the first time, he reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’re not too much,” he said quietly. “You’re more than enough. And I won’t let you fall.”

No response. The power was building, reaching critical mass. If she did not regain control soon, it would tear her apart from the inside. I tried a different approach. Reached out with my own power, not to contain hers but to connect with it. Shadowborn to Shadowborn. Let her feel through our magic that she was not alone, that someone understood what she was experiencing. For a moment, nothing. Then, like a drowning person grabbing a rope, her power latched onto mine. The connection was overwhelming.

Eleanor’s POV: It must be said, Shadow’s fan base is incredibly strong! What’s even more surprising is that although Shadow writes male-oriented sci-fi, a full third of her fans are actually female readers! And these female fans are mostly very level-headed. Led by Summer, they’ve been holding their ground in the comments section since last night, standing firm against the keyboard warriors and misogynistic men. I shared all this with Scarlett. She felt a warm glow inside upon hearing it.

Without hesitation, Marco reached out and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak beneath the lace. A soft gasp escaped her lips as pleasure surged through her body, pooling low in her belly. As Marco's thumb continued to tease her nipple, Delilah felt her breath catch in her throat. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Marco's lips crashed down on hers, and they shared a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her lingerie. Finally, he hooked his fingers under the straps of her lingerie and slid them down her arms. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him completely naked.