Yandere Shadow Milk Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

As the alpha of one of the packs in the city, the Shadow Crawlers had tried to recruit him several times, only for him to refuse their offer and working as a freelancer, assisting them when he was needed. It was after Sienna’s death he joined Shadow Crawlers full-time, hoping to find her killer and hunting down the vile criminals. He donned his glasses, adjusting them over the bridge of his nose. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” *** Asher was once again in the graveyard with red roses. He glanced around, scanning the surroundings as he eyed the shining black marble that was clean as usual. He always wondered who cleaned Sienna’s grave every day. Initially, he thought it must be the caretake

She walked straight with her eyes covered, totally unaware of what's waiting for her at the end of it. When Maverick held her hand and handed her hand to someone else. She was trying to understand what's happening around her. When a voice sounded in her ears. “Welcome to my World, Mirabelle.” To be continued… Hiya! A note from the author Guys, I don't know if anyone has reached to this point in this book or not, and I have no idea whether you guy's are liking my book or not. But, if you guys are, then please comment your thoughts in the comment section.

Ji’lahni’s POV: “Hey Fiona, hey Raz. What are you guys doing here.” Sorry we came by so late, but this little guy heard you guys were back, so he just had to come see his god sisters and also we wanted to share our cookies that Raz made just for you guys. Although the guys on the front porch attacked the whole plate.” Fiona said while walking past Lynn into the house. “I know they didn’t try to eat all the damn cookies from everybody. That’s why I hope y’all choke.” I said. Coming down the stairs as Mina was taking the plate from Fiona, Shadow reached over her shoulder to grab six cookies off the plate. “Hey man! We want some too. You know I liked you better when we thought you were a kill

Shadow mumbled, almost inaudible to the young master. "What are you mumbling?" Weylin narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyed. "N-nothing, y-young master," Shadow said casually while cursing him internally. I really want to meet Garaine Jones so badly. Weylin thought, looking at the sky. I want to tell her everything and confess to her. I really wanna tell her how much I love her; what she means to me. But...she hates the Mafia the most. Moreover, we have met only once and I shouldn't just rush things. Rushing things might make her hate me. But if I don't rush things then...Ugh! Why are things so complicated!?

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

Something dangerous. If he knew about the cocaine layered into the gold, if he suspected her father’s plan… he could ruin everything. Her fingers danced over her phone, typing, deleting, retyping. The words had to be perfect. Sweet enough to disarm, subtle enough to hook. Finally, she wrote: Adrian, we keep circling each other like enemies. I don’t want that. Maybe we should meet—just as friends. No marriage talk. Just two people, trying to understand each other. Tomorrow night. What do you say?

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

“It was just like any other hookup. You’re just a phase.” Mila laughed, rubbing her face against mine. She took the scarf from my hands, wrapping it around my neck and pulling me close. My heart pounded in my chest and the same feeling I had in the cave started to return. Her lips brushed against my ear, the scent of her intoxicating. “Lies, Alpha Tyler,” Mila whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “You know what we had was different. You’re thinking about what happened in that cave right now.”

Kowloon’s underworld pulsed with danger, its narrow alleys hiding The Shadow’s hidden stronghold, a fortified warehouse buried in Hong Kong’s neon sprawl. Kai Castellano moved through the shadows, his black jacket torn, his icy blue eyes burning with resolve. The Shadow’s network, tied to Dmitri Volkov and exposed at the summit, threatened their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—with a global war. Lorenzo’s betrayal, Alessio’s death, and Valentina’s sacrifice scarred Kai, but Gianna’s desperate kiss in the alley anchored him. His shoulder wound ached, his jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his pain.