Yandere Taro 소설 & 이야기

I could easily beat his ass and disappear into the forest if I wanted but I was concerned about Felix's condition. Plus, I still wanted to reach the Frost Fang pack and warn Zayn about Xavier's plans, so I didn't see a problem hitching a ride with these men for now. As an alpha female, I needed to show restraint. I was sure I could tolerate them- “Why the fuck are you staring at me, bitch?!” Taro bellowed. His saliva flew from his mouth every time he spoke, “What? You have never seen a stud like me before? Turn your ugly face away, I don't want to look at you.”

Geri called, grinning from ear to ear. Tara smiled softly at him. That bond—it tugged at her. She didn’t fight it tonight. “Well, I’m sure Amarok would never let her miss this,” Taylor slurred dramatically. Tara rolled her eyes and let Amarok guide her to the space between him and Geri. She sat down quietly, her bare legs curling to the side as she tucked her gown around her thighs. But as she glanced around the circle, something stirred inside her. The men around her, the warriors from the Frost pack, they didn’t say anything. But their eyes said plenty.

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.

“And how did you get to know all about this? How did you escape from getting kicked? Tara's lips quivered. Her eyes bore directly into mine, proving she meant every single word she said. “That night, I was with my mate. Who is now the Beta of the white moon pack.” She removed the shawl around her neck to show me a dragon tattoo. “To confirm if my story is true, you can check for this same scar at the back of his neck.” My mind was riling with anger and I stomped my feet repeatedly on the floor.

Is Tara going to believe it? ***************

Totally out of breath, she looked over at Tara, "I know you want some...sister warrior's always share their best steeds...and studs." Tara was watching and fingering herself, and she grinned, "You bet...a girl can't turn that down." I laughed, "I guess that means I'm a good ride...good for breeding purposes." They looked at each other, nodding, but Jodi answered, "Yes, but you have many desirable traits that make you attractive to A****n warriors." "And supervillains," Tara added. When she Jodi lifted herself off, I was rock hard, and my dick slapped hard over my groin. I was holding my own, and the condom was helping to delay things, but Tara grinned "Jeez, that Lasso really works! That was

Taro now stared in complete horror at what he saw *have you called Kojiro yet?* Taro looked at her seriously *Yes, I tried, but just hearing the name Daniela yelled at me and hung up. Taro I have to go to him, when I'm with him he can't avoid me anymore.* *I don't understand you Key, but you have to do it as soon as possible, when she's here you don't stand a chance* Taro became more and more serious, because he knew what was at stake

They were in utter disbelief. Even Sakura had no idea what to feel that time. She had witnessed Taro’s strength. He was a genius that could split a boulder in half with a single slash. A true top talent of the Island Nations. But he seemed just like a dead dog before Harvey. Thump! When Harvey raised his hand once again, Taro suddenly crawled up from the ground and kneeled after coughing up a mouthful of blood. “No! Please don’t hit me! “Here’s the medicine… Here it is…”

Takara's POV I watched them from the shadows of the upstairs hallway, my fingers tracing the rim of a crystal wine glass. The master balcony glowed softly under the evening lights, and there they were, Vito and his little American doll, wrapped in each other like pathetic teenagers. Zoya’s head rested against his chest, her arms clinging to him as if he might vanish. How quaint. How utterly disposable. My name is Takara Castellano, though the world once knew me as Takara Nakamura before this sham of a marriage. And I do not lose what belongs to me.

Even if she didn’t want to. I started to stand and this time Spencer let me off his lap. Standing up, I looked over at the woman. Her dark hair fell in black, silky waves down around her slim shoulders. She was pretty and her features were delicate, her skin was pale. I didn’t know if it was because she was exhausted or if she normally looked that way, but there was no denying that she was beautiful. “Tara. I would like for you to meet my Tarak and his mate, my queen.” He brought her over to us and I watched as she fidgeted with the hem of the black sweatshirt that seemed to swallow her. “Spencer, this is my mate.”