Matchmaking Yandere Sim Novels & Stories

His forehead creased, as if hearing a ridiculous statement. "See? It's ridiculous, right? I mean, how can I be your--" "But you are my mate. "I trailed off, hearing his words. Wait, did I hear it right? "U-uhm, what?! "I hysterically laughed. "Nice joke, dude. How can I be your mate? I'm not even a werewolf. " I immediately stopped laughing when I noticed he wasn't smiling nor even near from it. Why do I feel like he's not joking?

I asked with my brows furrowed. "Rude," she muttered under her breath. "I'm Mink's third, name’s Kashmira Shaw but people here just call me Mira. And you two bromancing couple must be Rhys and Zyane, Mink and Aya's potential mates respectively." She said the last part with a dramatic eye roll, while Zyane jumped ten feet away from me at the "bromancing couple" comment. She was hot with an hourglass figure, I would give her that and if I hadn't met Mink I would be finding a spare room right about now, but now that I have met Mink, no one else holds my interest and I doubt anyone ever will.

Yumi's POV - 5ft, 11 inches tall, alloy-orange long hair held in a male bun, amazonite eyes, and a funny sweet smile. That’s Nyx; my ex and first love. He’s only two years older than I am and he’s been mated to someone else for the past two years, and I’m deeply overjoyed he’s going to be a dad. “You look more excited than I do.” Nyx smirks and proceeds to say, “So, how’s it like now that you’ve found your mate?” I stiffen to stillness and everyone laughs at me.

"Like you weren't looking too." "I'm only human," Simon shrugged. "I'd totally bang her." "So would I," Zephyra's yawn curls into a Cheshire cat grin. "I bet I could make her purr. “But he’s my boyfriend, damn it!” Evie pounds her fist on the table. “Mine! He was supposed to be ‘fake’ dating her, not dating her for real!” “So, maybe he’s fucking her, maybe he isn’t. Who cares?” Simon snorts. “The game’s the game, Evie. Everyone knows that. You can’t take it personally.”

{A/N :- Tsundere is a Japanese word used to describe a character most often in females in anime that starts off as tough, cold and arrogant, but becomes sweet and affectionate towards a love interest when he or she falls in love} "Youuuu! Yandere!", Mohini screamed but Aarya didn't stop there. {A/N:- A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest} In a thud, Mohini sat down on the bed. Her eyes were red. She wanted to help Lucifer but her cracked husband wasn't listening to her.

Amanda pov My name is Amanda Dawn and I am part of the lightshade pack. Every year our alpha throws a finding your mate party and all unmated she wolfs must attend. Males from all over come to see if they can find their mate. I hate this cause ever since sixteen I haven't found my mate. I have in fact given up cause now I'm nineteen and still alone. This is so fucking boring but I comply with my mom who orders I go with her cause if not she makes my life hell.

Or probably he was just too shocked. Trying to explain himself better, Jeremy continued, "Do you understand? Celeste is my fated mate!" Once he started, it seemed easier to continue. "My twin sister is my mate bond. That's why. As you said, the mate bond is predetermined by the stars, and a person can only have one in their lifetime. There is no way to break the bond except through death. It's ridiculous, isn't it? Celeste and I are fated partners." Jeremy laughed, but the sound that came out of his throat was twisted and hoarse.

We both watch as he saunters over to a red-head. “I’m completely miserable.” Emily chuckles sadly, and I want to comfort her somehow, but she hurriedly replaces it with a smile, before leaving to mingle with other gaming nerds. Looks like my matchmaking skills might need a little bit of work. “Emma.” I hear a deep rumble. Looking up, I see Jeremy looking completely in his dark t-shirt that says ‘Never say Game Over.’ He has a dark jacket over it, his golden blonde hair is messy today, like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother combing it, still it gives him this carefree look.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!