Yandere Taro Novels & Stories

With her fiery gaze and unwavering demeanor, she brought a certain order to my chaotic world. Iris, the embodiment of grace and strength, stepped into the room, and an unconscious softening of my gaze betrayed the profound affection that welled within me. "Lorenzo," she uttered, her voice a soothing melody cutting through the discordant notes of my ruminations. Her eyes, the hue of regal purple, held a mysterious depth, mirroring the vast garden of Iris flowers that flourished just outside our bungalow. Those eyes, a reflection of nature's beauty, captivated me in a way that defied articulation. As she approached, the lavender tones of her attire complemented the delicate flush of her cheeks

Lyla asked, still having her fake smile on. “Yeah. I am,” he replied, rubbing his sweaty palms at the back of his trousers. “If you'd excuse me Mr… umm —” “Tony” “ Mr Tony, I need to get dressed,” she did her best to sound polite. “Yeah, sure,” Tony said and took his exit in a hurry. Lyla slammed the door behind him. Never had she been or met a man as arrogant and proud as Grey. She leaned her back against the floor, her head aching in a web of thoughts. She just needed air to think.

He held her by the hand, and led her to the room, while Queen Marinara, consoled Tangy, who looks like she would break down any moment soon, just watching them leave holding hands, but then she consoled herself, for she isn't the only one, she have seen that even Astra that came with them, have been abandoned, she decided to cheer up, and strike a conversation with her. "Hi, I am Tangy, and I am a werewoman".

Tara nodded, "No one is perfect, so in 100% I'll give you 99%" Sherry smiled, she started liking Tara a little bit, "Why didn't you choose Vera as your role model?" Sherry asked, a little curious. Tara shook her head with disgust in her eyes, "She is a white lotus, i hate pretenders… She pretend to be humble and gentle but her venom is more dangerous than a snake" "Oh" Sherry smiled a little when she heard.

Tara didn't want to continue making a fool of herself and embarrassed after drooling over Xavier's handsom body and masculinity “ Are you sure? ” Xavier asked again « Liar » “ yes yes come on ” Tara marched at the sword area and picked one, then she went to the centre and waited for him Xavier was shocked by her confidence and everyone else was shocked by her confidence and mesmerized by her beauty, she was a full package , a beautiful Goddess of war. Xavier marched towards her and they started sparring. Xavier was holding back and Tara was doing her best. Tara moved like water, swift flowing and unpredictable. She was skilled very skilled and she showed her talent there, all the soldiers we

He felt ashamed that Tsarayu was able to make all his army drop to their knees with just his aura. "You're a good kid! Why don't you use that aura on me as well? I want to experience its strength as well!" Monster Emperor Taras said as he stared at Tsarayu. He knew that Tsarayu didn't use his aura on him since he wouldn't even feel the slightest bit of it.

Her beautiful face was veiled in a layer of shimmering light, as if it were bottomless. As expected, where there were women, there was war. Was it Gemma, or someone else? ［You definitely can't guess who I am, can you? Your Brad will eventually be snatched away.］ Another message came, incredibly arrogant. ［Oh, by the way, you wouldn't tell Brad about the war between women, would you?］ Tara moved the message dialogue to a special software. Then she sent a message back to the other party. ［You can wait slowly. I'm afraid even when you're old and withered, you still won't be able to get Brad.］

Luca looks up as I enter, waving me over with a smile, lifting his beer. ‘Well you look like shit,’ he teases and I glare at him. I feel like shit. ‘Well, it could be worse, I could look like you,’ I shoot back and pick up the beer that Tandy, the current barmaid passes me. I’ve known Tandy my whole life, she has long curling blonde hair and a face that always reminds me of a christmas elf. Wide eyes and roses cheeks. More importantly, a curvaceous body squeezed into tight jeans and simple vest a bit like Ava. I let my eyes roll over her as she lifts a brow, turning slowly so that I can see all of her. I wet my lips. That’s it, I just need a woman to get my lust under control.

I wait two minutes, grab my empty champagne glass, and walk out into the hallway to head to the kitchen. As I turn the corner toward the servant's stairs, I stop dead in my tracks. Tara is walking up the steps, carrying a huge pile of folded white towels. She is wearing that hideous, shapeless gray uniform. Her hair is falling out of its severe bun, framing her pale, tired face. She looks up and sees me. Instantly, her pose changes. The softness vanishes. Her spine goes tough, and her hazel eyes ice over with a hatred so pure and intense it practically burns me.

It was a cruel and harrowing sound that reverberated throughout the entire echoey staircase. “No need to feel stupid, brother, she got me too.” Kade chuckled darkly. “The whole woe is me act really turns on those protective instincts. Tara presents as some innocent little lamb, but she is really a cunning witch. She had me fooled for a long time, longer than I care to admit, before I figured out, she was a whore—” I interrupted his rant with a swift hand wrapping around his throat. Kade was pinned tightly against the wall, his hands quickly wrapping around my wrist but unable to loosen my grip. My fingers spasmed in anticipation, and my claws pricked the skin of his throat.