Yandere Taro Novels & Stories

“Just listen to me once, please…” Dimitri growled again but pushed back Taron, nevertheless. Taron breathed heavily, clutching and massaging his throat, but was grateful. “Boss,” Taron spoke after a long cough. “I am not targeting her. I love Yana, she is my mate since I was fifteen years old. I love her, why would I target her?” Taron asked pointing at unconscious Kira.

She asked gently, offering me her cigar. I waved it away. “I don't have the mental bandwidth for this.” I exhaled, my patience beginning to chafe. Tara was the most erratic woman I knew. She could be the calm Al-Sayiyda one minute, onboarding Velora escorts and managing them, and then a crying mess the next minute, asking me why I could not love her and threatening to kill herself. A sudden moan filtered into my ear. And I stared lazily at the wall on the other end.

Tara finds me first. "Hey, girl!" I call, lifting a hand. Tara lights up immediately and comes barreling toward me like a blonde missile. "CAT!" She wraps me in a hug hard enough to crack ribs. "You smell aggressive today," she says brightly as she steps back. "I saw Sandra before eight a.m." Tara winces. "Damn. That's rough." Tara is a wolf from Red Ridge, the neighboring pack. Blonde, blue-eyed, outgoing, loud, fearless. The type of girl who could wear a crop top during a snowstorm and somehow survive through pure confidence alone.

But looking at her now, it was such a relief that she was doing alright. "I'm really sorry about that day. I couldn't dare to go against Ashley," she whispered, glancing at Ashley, who stood at the far end of the sculpture room, fiddling with a cigarette stick. I gave Tara a smile. "It's fine. I hurt you. So we're even." She grinned at me, holding out a hand for a handshake. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Tara, a second-tier student." I accepted her handshake, and her gaze dipped over my belly. "You're pregnant," she said, and my smile faltered.

He ignored the shocked glances they spared him. Tara arched a confusing brow between Rico and the female. The Rico she knew was calm, calculative yet ruthless and a no-nonsense man; a man who valued punctuality above proficiency. She smiled to herself when realisation dawned on her—Tiana was his true mate, though he refused to admit it he couldn’t stay away from her and she vowed silently to play match-maker.

Caleb inquired as Samuel took notes. “No. His two sisters were both happily married to wealthy businessmen.” “Did he receive any threats or strange letters?” “This one time, we got a letter saying congratulations for the baby, but you see, we couldn’t have children. Taro was infertile, and I’ve never wanted to have a child.” “Did you ever figure out who it was sent from?” “No.” “Did Taro have any ex-girlfriends who were crazy over him or envious of you?” “There was this one girl, Ummm... Her name was Aideen. I can’t remember her surname, but she had these delusions that Taro had made her pregnant and promised to marry her. This was when we were still in high school, though.”

Why not? Tara didn’t wait for an introduction. She walked straight up to Xander. “Hi,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Tara Valentino.” Xander looked surprised but polite. “Alexander Knight.” She shook his hand slowly, holding it a second longer than necessary. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” He raised a brow. “Have you?” “Oh yes,” she said, glancing briefly at me. “All very interesting things.” My chest tightened. Lucian leaned toward me, oblivious. “You okay?”

It doesn't take long for me to get comfortable in his arms, embracing the feel of our spark surge through my body, letting my hands rest on his chest as my head rests on his shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" I hear a woman's voice call out, bringing me out of my comfort zone. Merida growls, turning toward the woman who dared interrupt. Tara stands beside us, her hair left in a half updo in curls, and wearing a gold dress with a deep v-cut front and sluts on both legs. Hunter looks at me, holding me tightly around my waist, then looks at Tara with a half smile. He's ready to speak, but who the hell does she think she is? Am I really that stupid to say yes? He's my mate, after all.

This was who she really was, selfish and willing to sacrifice anyone for her own desires. Seeing no sympathy from her, Brandon turned to me with a pitiful, pleading look. "Mr. Robles, I've learned my lesson. Please spare me this once…" I stayed silent before uttering, "You didn't go easy on me the last time I begged you, though." His face turned deathly pale as his pleas slowly faded. Tara looked around and signaled her people to move in. However, I exclaimed, "Stop!" She turned to look at me in confusion. Then her face twisted the moment she saw me put on boxing gloves.

She found him pretty interesting and really wants to talk to him and if possible make friends with him. She don't know why but she feels like he could refill the emptiness her brother left in her heart, it won't be bad if she has a male friend for her male character, she is not yet interested in a boyfriend and doubts if she will ever be. She watched Kane try to avoid ladies as much as possible and shared toast with some when necessary. He cut his cake which she saw he did with much difficulty and she knew that if given a single opportunity, he will be out of there. Well, guess she will be his knight in shiny armor and rescue the handsome in distress.