Yandere X Broken Reader Novels & Stories

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

Looking around with something was hurting her feelings but doesn’t hurt literally when she wanted to cry sometime but she doesn’t know why so she couldn’t. When you are tired but you did nothing when you felt done yet you gotta move. The feeling was killing her but she gotta survive. “My mind indeed isn’t an ally.” “I’m tired but I need to survive.” She looked at the piece of newspaper Gail brought and stared at the name, Amanda Laurel. A Fake relative, really? Would go this far as to break me into pieces emotionally?

XANDER. I could hear a commotion inside the Alpha’s office. I didn’t even try to turn the knob to see if the door was unlocked. My adrenaline and the anger simmering in my body made me kick the door. I broke it. I had no idea if the door was not as solidly built as it should be or if my strength had doubled. Either way, I was glad I was able to destroy it. My eyes looked for Mindy right away. She was holding a big piece of broken glass, and there was blood in her hand. It cut her, but it seemed she didn’t mind. Her eyes were dilating. Something I had never witnessed before.

Nyla’s POV The mirror shattered before I even realized I had thrown the glass. Shards glittered across the floor like broken stars, catching the flicker of the candlelight. My chest heaved, breath ragged, fury coiled so tight inside me I thought I might split open. How dare he. How dare Xander sit there, drowning in whiskey and silence, his eyes glassy with longing but not for me, not for the woman who had stood by him through every loss and ruin, but for her. For Mia.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

Someone I could break quietly, use efficiently, and discard without consequence. That was the plan. I would let her bond snap into place, let love soften her, then apply pressure where it hurt most. A threatened mate bends even the strongest will. Through him, I would control Elara. Through Elara, I would destroy whatever slept inside that damned box—before it could ever be opened. Simple. Clean. Foolish. The moon, in her endless cruelty, laughed at me. Elara does not have one mate. She has three.

I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying. "Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this." I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit. But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.

"Do you really think that I would only ever see you as broken?" I don't know how to respond, so instead, I just nod my head. Xavier sits up, pulling my gently into his embrace. His head leaning against mine, as he rests my head in my favourite spot. "Don't ever think that, not even about yourself. I would never think of you as broken. To me, you'll always be the strong, fierce, and beautiful woman, that I've always loved. You mean more to me, then life itself. You're independent, resilient, and not to mention brilliant. When I look at you, I see the strong fighter, that will do anything for those that she loves. I see the woman that completes me. The woman that makes my life worth living. Wh

Yesterday night, he had watched how hard she had struggled as she spoke about her marriage with her ex, he had seen her breathing hitch at some intervals, and he had even wanted to stop her from saying anything more when he realized that she was already willing to let him see as much of her broken self as he could. Now, as he watches her eat in slow bites, he wondered how anyone in his right mind will hurt a soul as delicate as hers. She was the purest of all in his eyes, and no matter how broken she thinks she is, she's still the most perfect he had ever seen. "Can you please stop staring at me that way before I choke on my breakfast?" He heard her voice whisper. A slow cynical smile curve