Yandere Taro の小説・ストーリー

As usual, she has remembered that my favourite cuisine is Eastern cuisine. “She’s changed,” I reveal to her as I finish the last spoonful of rice. “Arabelle?” Lara smirks, tousling her dark reddish-brown hair. Her hair is a little wavy at the ends, a natural characteristic of the vampiric race in her world. “You too, have changed, haven’t you?”

A mirror appeared at the wall opposite them at her command. Tara stared at her visage in the mirror, studying her lean frame as sweat streamed down her brown ebony skin, soaking her black tank top and tight leggings. Her thick black hair which was plaited into a ponytail fell down her chest, and the glowing arcane marks on her skin had receded. “Thirty-three Omegas, seven Betas, and Three alphas; all in two hours,” Boma said, coming up behind her.

Once we were seated Tara walked in wearing a short red dress that showed off her cleavage and creamy thighs. She smirked and our eyes met. "Marcus dear meet my father Mr. Eden" she admitted proudly.

v 😞. I sat with my head bowed down in sorrow when I felt someone's presence since I didn't hear any sound but just felt the air that person blew I need no soothsayer to tell who it was, I raised my head and saw Tiara standing in front of me with her usual gorgeous look, that what brought this calamity upon us. she wore a red gown what did you expect her to wear before she's a vampiress so wearing red will only make her remember who she is, that's why she loves red.

Her body seemed to answer in turn: "You want this, Tara. You need this. A good fucking from these strong men..." Though she tried to fight it, Tara felt her juices flowing and her nipples grazing their ever-petting hands. When she forced open her eyes, she saw Roy tossing his shirt aside. She really stared then.

That was how these guys were, always trading their dates! It just had to be Zara! Tanya could not forget how Zara had threatened her with a bow and arrow at Rofey Manor's archery field! Tanya clenched her teeth in anger. Sarah had just left, and now here was Zara. There was no way Zara was also some undercover rich woman trying to experience real life, right? No way! Zara was nothing but a woman who clung to men! Messing with Tanya's man had crossed a line. Tanya was ready to settle the score with Zara, once and for all.

King Arlo sent guards with each of them to ensure their safety on the road. The overwhelming majority decided to stay. Integrating with the pack in any way they could. Tara was the only one who wasn’t given a choice in the matter. She’s never given any indication that she resents that fact. Insisting that she understands and has no wish to leave until the mages are destroyed. Despite her help developing my magic, I still don’t know what to make of her. She’s friendly, but distant for the most part. She’s also my only living source of magical information.

he snarled, his eyes flashing. “We were just talking,” I squeaked, holding back the growl that Scar was trying to emit after the insult. “You don’t talk to unmated men, Tara. You belong to me, understand?” he growled. “I didn’t…I wasn’t interested in him,” I reasoned as I pretended to be scared. “Maybe. Or maybe I need to remind you who this pussy belongs to,” he sneered, his hand slipping under my dress and cupping my pussy.

It ruined the entire encounter between them. “I don’t want to be with anyone else.” Tara spoke from her heart, and it scared her to no end. When did she want to stay with only him? That’s when her eyes went to the hidden scar. She never believed in any of the magic and gods. But here she was, her own mind bonding with this male. He slipped from her, his hand caressed her bare flesh. “Good girl. Now put yourself together. I won’t be long. Then we’ll be leaving.

Tears brewed in her eyes at the sudden shocking attack. “Serves you right for stealing everything from me,” Tara spit out venomously. “You’ve fucked up my plans, my life. Ever since I was young, I wanted to be a Princeton. I wanted to be with them, the brothers, and, oh God, I was doing marvelously well, too. Until last year when you came crawling back and stole them away from me. Fuck you, Sakura, you fucking bitch.” She sent another slap across Sakura’s cheek, twisting the girl’s neck to the left.