Matchmaking Yandere Sim Novels & Stories

Giovanni: As soon as the words left her mouth, I crashed my lips to hers, pulling her tightly against me. My mate had just given me the key to unlock my fantasies. When I pulled away from the kiss, I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down, hovering over her. Her beautiful green eyes stared into mine, radiating lust. She reached for my neck, wrapping her arms around it and pulling me down for a slow sweet kiss, which I savored, wanting to get lost in the moment.

She has always had this thing for match maker, I bet it has something to do with all those Rom- com she watches on Netflix and her favourite matchmaking target has always been me, she's always trying hard to hook me up so I can, and I quote 'release some sexual tension' I get it I can be too hard core at times. Lyca's brow were raised at that mocking me. Okay too hard core all the time but I need no man to cool me off that will only be done on my terms and I say fuck the baby blue eye poster boy, the type any girl would die for but absolutely not me, I need no man. "Ohh the images must be that good huh? Or is it Carl now." Please kill me or rather please let me kill her. 'No, I like Lydia, s

“ This will be quite the fun . I can’t wait for you to be my maid for a day . “ said Aron . “ The game has yet to start . Who knows ? Maybe the rich heir Aron Caddel will be my servant for a day . I will be extremely happy to take some photos of yours wearing the servant suit spread them . “ said Ayla with a devilish smirk . “ Then , I guess I should do the same . Having some photos of yours while you are wearing the maid costume with cat ears . But I wouldn’t be as mean as you and spread the photos . “ said Aron . “ I can’t wait to see you lose . “ said Ayla . The game started and booth of them chose their shikigamis . “ Top solo match ? “ asked Aron . “ Top solo mid line without surpassing

The man she is with as also turns to look at me. "Dracula? What are you doing here?" she asks me. I don't know why she has to call me Dracula but I don't care. The man squints his eyes at the two of us. "Liam is a friend of mine," I reply. I think that is self explanatory. "Oh, okay," she says while nodding her head. "Matt, meet Dracula, Clara's mate. Damien meet Matt my mate," she introduces us with a beaming grin on her face.

she persuaded. I shot her a glare and sighed in defeat, "Whats the bet?" "If you don't love her as you claim then you have to, one, delete every pic you have of her in front of me. Two, delete her number and chat. And three, tell her face to face its over. If you do that i owe you 100 bucks. "And if you can't do that, you owe me 200 bucks and you have to get her back and if she rejects you, you only owe me 150. Deal?"

It was not that the Handerson family were snobbish, but most people in the world are snobbish! "Don't worry." Simon squeezed her hand. "The Handerson Family will take care of it... It's just an identity. You can't even figure out such a simple logic, and you call yourself the Red Gadus? Now that they've approved, they'll think of a way for us to be a perfect match!" Gladyce covered her mouth in excitement. "Is this...real? We really can be a perfect match?" "Don't ask any more questions." Savannah interrupted with a smile. "If you ask any more questions, I won't be happy."

-- Iris: The fireworks reflects in my eyes from the glass windows near the bar stool as I stare ahead, the mating ceremony will come to end in a few more hours, so far, people are finding their mates and are happy, on the other hand, some people who aren’t happy with their mates and are rejecting them right away I am drowning a glass of water when my phone pings, bringing it out, I stare at the screen, it’s Chiara, she messaged the group chat. Chiara: Yes, yes!!! Agnar and I are mates. Oh goddess, I am going to get my mate mark tonight!! Anybody else?

In that time, I almost convinced myself she wouldn't. But then—ding. A new friend request on WolfBook. Yvonne Jimenez. Her profile picture was a matching avatar—two cartoon wolves nuzzling noses, under a moon. I zoomed in. My stomach dropped. It looked exactly like the one Martin had made for me. "Simona, I had this custom-designed just for us. No one else will have it." Liar. So that's why it had to be custom. So he could slap it on any new mate without anyone catching on.

Kitra simmers back as if melting and I’m amazed at her utterly helpless state as she frets like a child, shyly bringing herself to confess to me in a nervy voice, “I’m not sure if you know how this works...unlike you humans, we find our life partners pretty early and through a mutual link we term as Mates. And Ashton...is my mate” I barely make out the last of her words, astonished at her smitten and languid ambiance as she tells me that. In her shifty eyes, her wavering voice, her searing body language, and the stubborn blush on her face...it’s scorching evidence of how deeply her feelings run for him. That leaves room for one thought alone as I press forward a little so as not to cause her

She was a human, so she would do better among her own people. I reached into my drawer and brought out the letter I had tucked away in there safely. I opened it and began to read again. It said 'I know you are mated to a human girl. I also know that you hate that. Fret not, I won't tell anyone your secret. And I will also help you to break the mating bond. All you have to do is get some of her blood. Anytime you are ready, bring it to the milling area and drop it there. I will do the rest.'