Yandere Taro Novels & Stories

Yami smiled seeing her smile. "We are" Tara smiled looking at her husband who was busy talking to some other associates along with Abhimanyu. "Both of you too" Tara said making Yami choke on her ice cream. "We are j...just boss and employee" Yami stuttered. "Haha, whatever makes you sail your boat" Tara replied sarcastically enjoying her ice cream. And Yami just stood there awkwardly contemplating Tara's statement. She is definitely in love. But he? Definitely not. "Tara! Where is your Jojo?" Yami saw a man come and hold Tara's shoulder.

“At first glance, maybe, but not so much when you really look closely.” “They’re completely different styles. One is like a peony—vibrant and stunning. The other is pure and elegant, like an orchid.” Tara kept her composure, her smile calm. “Maybe it’s destiny. Even when I was younger, people used to say I resembled the famous Nina.” Her words carried an undertone that wasn’t lost on those paying attention, exchanging subtle glances. It was true that Tara was young, just twenty-one and fresh out of college, with a natural beauty that exuded innocence and simplicity.

She was not my fated mate; I could never see anything beautiful about her, unlike how I saw Tara. Tara was like her name; she stood out. She had a delicate kind of beauty, one that got heads turning in pity for her. I hated how she attracted the attention of all the lycan males when she entered a room, like a ray of sunshine even when she was clothed in rags. By the goddess’ bones. I was doing it again, fantasizing about the person I hate the most in the world. She was just standing there, moping at us with her beady eyes, moist and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she burst out crying. I wanted that. I wanted her to suffer for being my mate.

That must be super hard to have to restart all over again, but at the same time kinda cool as you get to try new and different things. Tara told me that she is in a way a hybrid Phoenix as the fact that she has two different forms she can shift into, both the fire and the ice, her fire Phoenix’s name is Danika, and her ice Phoenix’s name is Zorya, Danika means Morning star, she who brings the morning light, and Zorya means Blue sky.

“I am less princess than I am heir to Uyan Taesil and knight destined to end the monster plague. It is best that I do not dress like a princess, or they will begin to treat me as such – our mother learned this during her campaign to rid Uyan Taesil of Clareath.” “That is true,” I said but watched her face in the reflection. “But sometimes, Tarra…” She tied off the braids with the golden wire that blended so well with my sibling’s hair but stood out against mine. “Perhaps when the monsters are gone, I will be able to discover what it is to be a woman and Tarragon, the future Queen of Uyan Taesil, but that is not a luxury I now possess, so I experience it vicariously through yourself and Shara

She's never had a problem with being overweight since she has always been gorgeous and is a magnet to the guys in school. Tarra is one of the most popular seniors in our entire school. She's 5'8'' and lean, with hazel eyes and the most perfect heart-shaped lips. The guys pretty much fall at her feet. As for me, not only am I the youngest but being a freshman has been a completely different experience.

“You are a feisty woman. I like it.” I almost rolled my eyes at him. Why do I have to deal with him by the way? If money just pour down easily then I wouldn’t have to do this. I don’t have to deal with this arrogant and maniac playboy. I’m taking back what I said earlier about this man. “What is your name, my lady?” “Tara,” I replied. He nodded then stand up. “Easy, my lady. I won’t eat you… yet,” he said when I stepped back. “You’re just blocking the way, my lady.”

Yara asked again and she nodded. "I'm such a fool for crying as soon as I met," Grace said and wiped her eyes. "No, you're not. You only said that I know you the better than anyone." Yara said and she nodded. "I want you to meet someone..." She said slowly and Grace looked at her with curious eyes. "You told me to move on but I couldn't but there was someone who liked me and kept pursuing me for a long time and in the end, I agreed. Meet my girlfriend, Lily." She said and pointed towards the table beside them. A blonde girl was sitting there, her hair short and she was wearing a cute dress. She smiled at Grace and then sat beside Yara.

But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has with her mate Asher. I hate to admit it out loud, because I like being this tough, Alpha badass bitch and I don’t want to give the men reasons to doubt me by falling into female cliches—the woman who can’t wait to get married and have a family—or showing weakness. So, I don’t admit it out loud, I keep my loneliness to myself. Except for times like now when Cayden decides to be a pain in my ass. “Scar”, Cayden says simply, looking me right in the eye.

We think that the attached soul box killed her and I am going to go out to find a witch while Kingston stays with her. I knew I wasn't being a pussy that day, damn demon box. “So,” the woman trails. “Tell me about this girl.” I smile just thinking about her, what can I say? She is everything I have ever wanted. I nodded as I took the drink into my hand, silently thanking her for it. “She is light, her smile could brighten anyone's mood, her bubbly personality brings the lightest energy and her eyes are comparable to the bluest part of the ocean. I love how her hand feels in mine, how she looks at me as if she trusts me with her life.”