Matchmaking Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

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“ 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 password is correct. Process to scan your eyes, Sir!" The red light was scanning William's brown eyes. Afterwards, the beam also scanned the girl's blue eyes and Claire's hazel eyes. Finished. The sound of the system is again heard. "Welcome Team ß. Have a nice day!" That big door opened magnificently. The three of them stepped inside. They were greeted by waterfalls and beautiful natural scenery. Seriously. Every time Tiara walk through this door, She is once again fascinated by the beauty of nature down there.

In the year 2224, I won the lottery to participate in a romance otome game. As long as I maxed out the male lead’s affection meter, I would clear the game and walk away with a ten-million credit reward. But the moment I entered the game, the system malfunctioned and completely lost contact with me. Luckily, I had been briefed beforehand: the male lead I needed to romance would have white hair. Everyone else in the game would have black hair. So the day I spotted a boy in a school uniform with silver-white hair, my heart just about exploded. I had finally found my target.

So that he wouldn’t take me as a threat and leave me, my family and my pack alone forever. “Now entering the participants from the Merax pack. Princess Miya Merax with her partner!” The announcer announced. Miya was twenty years old, with caramel blonde hair and serene eyes. Her ivory skin always had a subtle glow that made her sharp facial features stand out. Zared walked a few steps behind her. He was twenty-one, tall, athletic. His skin was slightly tanned, which made him look even more attractive. He had forest green eyes and platinum blonde hair.

“No, she can help you. She has a matchmaking business. The Paranormal Dating Agency. They’re shifters. Hot shifters.” “Really? But—” “Wait. What about Tom?” Aurelis asked. Gerri frowned. “You are seeing someone?” Dani groaned. “Only in his mind. We’ve gone to some local events in a group and somehow he’s now under the impression we’d make a great match.” She frowned. “I disagree.” Aurelis grinned. “He’s very persistent.” Dani pursed her lips. “I keep rejecting him and he keeps coming back for more. I think he’s a masochist. Gerri, I don’t know—”

The most expensive, exclusive toys for the ultra-rich. “Paradigm is not a game,” the voice continued, as if reading her skepticism. “It is a crucible. It exists across multiple, bespoke reality simulations. Each world contains unique, lethal hazards. Survival is the primary objective. Integration of a mandatory romantic narrative is the secondary objective. This is not a bug. It is the core design feature.” Romance? Lyra almost laughed. The hollow sound echoed in her sterile apartment. “The prizes are substantial. The risks are ultimate. Your real-world body will be safely housed in our facilities. Your mind… will be tested to its limits. Do you seek to simply exist? Or do you dare to live…

"This app, Enchanted Encounters? It's insane. Invite-only. They match people based on actual compatibility, not just swiping on faces. I had to submit a thirty-page personality assessment for you." "Thirty pages?" "I may have embellished some parts." "Jesus Christ, Sally." "He's so handsome, Vivian. And he likes curvy women." I felt my face heat. "You told him about my body?" "I told the algorithm. It matched you. Which means he specifically requested someone with your body type and personality markers. So stop pretending you're invisible." I stood up. "I can't," I said quietly. "Bullshit." "I can't, Sally. I promised him."

"No Luna. No title I am afraid Zaine. So, give us the say so and we will start that search. We will find the perfect candidate.” A search? A search I don’t think I am ready for. And a perfect candidate? They make it sound like they are interviewing for a job vacancy, not my future life partner! I make my excuses to come off the phone before stumbling back to the door of the bar, my head a complete mess.