Yandere Taro Novels & Stories

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?”

Tara comes out of the corner she was hiding on for the past thirty minutes, waiting for a chance to get in Marcus's bedroom to make sure he has fallen asleep. She watched him come out of the room and then collapse immediately, so she rushes to him and stands there looking at him like a little villainess. With the way she is dressed, she does look like a villainess; black leather leggings, a long coat with a fur collar and knee length high heeled boots. Her hair is ruthlessly cut short and has a spiky appearance. She gives him a little kick to see if he will respond, this lying, cheating bastard. Then she opens the door and drags him inside by the feet.

"...You're not pregnant, are you?" The silence that follows could probably level buildings. Tara stares at her. Then she laughs. A loud, slightly hysterical laugh. "Pregnant?" She points at herself dramatically. "No." I raise an eyebrow slowly. "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure." Tara throws her hands into the air. "I cannot be pregnant. I am planning a mating ceremony." Lizzie nods carefully. "Yes." "That's usually how this works." Tara freezes completely. "...Oh my Goddess."

Tara said, looking at me with her famous evil smile. As happy as I am to see her, I am equally worried about the torture she is about to put me through. She and her twin brother are our pack trainers. She never takes it easy on me because I am the alpha. Maybe she’ll be nice since I am pregnant. We both walk to the table and sit with my family, who are all laughing at our antics. They are used to us acting like this. Tara and I grew up together. Her parents were my mom’s beta couple. She and Tarron, her twin, were supposed to share Beta duties, but Tarron wanted to be the Lead Warrior instead. He is a warrior to the core and a strategic genius. We used to be very close as pups, but we grew a

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.

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.