Kizana Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Lena's POV. “Please… please… I didn't know I was… I passed out. I'm sorry,” my breath wheezed out in a desperate rush. I dropped to my knees, bowing my head to the floor. “Please, I never meant to offend you, I'm just a helpless girl. I got kicked out of my home… and I got kidnapped… I” my voice broke down in tears as I tried to plead my case to him. He looked pissed, and to find out I was treated by an enemy I had not encountered in my lifetime. Life was bent on showing me that my case could only get worse every day.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

God, HELP ME! The door creaked. Kit took a step and was blinded for a moment - after absolute darkness, the dim light of candles slashed her eyes like a razor. Shutting her eyes shut, she waited a few seconds and opened her eyes. Hank! His tall, thin figure writhed on a rope, held up by his bound hands. The eyes above the duct-taped mouth turned into saucers full of horror. She took a quick step towards him, but a cold voice behind her hissed: “Uh… stop, doll…” and she had to freeze, covered with icy goosebumps. Here he is, the Imitator, Harry 2, a step behind her...

defending author, Zera

However, after speaking with her, Zen studied the Draconian. “What?” the blonde sniper asked uneasily when Zen studied her intently. “It’s a special kind of side quest,” he told her. “I will update everyone in the party call to check if they’re keen. If there isn’t anybody else, it’s just you and I.” “Do we need Oritha’s strength?” Sasha asked. Shaking his head, Zen explained that Karina was an NPC meant to assist lower-level players in completing the reconnaissance mission. “However, there are some useful skills that I’d like to gain from her,” Zen explained. “Unlike everyone else, I’m dependent on in-game skills and stats to make up the gap in actual skills.”

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Yours in plotting, Zera