Occult Club Members Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

They used them to taunt and tease the naked patrons who moaned and begged for more. "Kim..." I whispered, realizing exactly what kind of club it was that she brought me to. "I think we should..." I never got to finish my sentence as a loud snarl escaped Kim and she moved forward. As my eyes grew wide, I turned towards the direction she was moving. Cuffed to a bench, Simon was writhing in pleasure as a very large woman used a tickler against his skin. It seemed that the crazy man had discovered this club and came to get his jollies off.

Didi finally arrives in front of the bar, leaning forward, handing tickets and bills to the bartender. I wobble. All the guys have an unobstructed view of her perfect ass, and I'm two seconds away from pulling out my gun and shooting anyone who dares lay eyes on her. Who's the asshole who validated this shitty uniform? Ah. Cazzo. I'm the one. Nota bene: change the uniforms of the nightclub servers tomorrow. With only five meters to go, the lighting and music in the nightclub suddenly change. A waitress rushes up to Didi and pulls her toward the dance floor.

She gave Devyn another once over and the latter nodded, mentally straightening her back and bracing herself. She followed Clarissa inside and her eyes grew at how full the club was. When she was here during the day, it was quite empty. She did not expect this many people to be into the BDSM scene. Devyn feels the hungry gazes on her and holds her head high. She was going to make these men pay to look at her; she didn’t feel cheap doing this at all. Besides, men would look at her wherever she went anyway, this wasn’t any different. Her eyes wandered over to the VIP section and she caught the steel-blue eyes of Kieran boring into her. The look on his face sent a shiver down her spine and it le

My heart dropped instantly, and heat curled into my throat as I stared at the six figures sitting around the circular table of the club. Hailey Barnyard, a member of the arts and music club. Ranie Solokov, the leader of the games club, and then, the two girls that had c ome to be my goddess given torture devices. Betty Adams, and Mackenzie Mc-curdy.

I said, folding my arms, “does your ‘demon thing’ have a community or a name?” My question made him squint as though I’d asked something ridiculous. “Community? Pfft,” he scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “We’re not humans, Xiana.” “I know,” I countered, rolling my eyes. “Which is why I’m asking, genius.” He chuckled, the sound light and almost mocking, shaking his head in amusement. It irritated me just enough to make me glare at him. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s called the Council of Shadows. That’s the faction for incubi and succubi.”

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

Lucian called in that deep velvet voice. "Where exactly are you taking me?" He pressed. "We are almost there." I pointed. "Pull up here." He slowed the car to a stop outside a building that looked unremarkable from the outside. The Obsidian. One of the most exclusive members-only clubs in the city. A Dom/sub club. Lucian was completely still beside me, his hand frozen on my thigh. Then, slowly, he turned to look at me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes...

I continue reading the mail. ‘We are excited to announce that our club will be hosting an auction of trained submissive on upcoming Friday evening at Dom’s club. Club will be closed to nonmembers, and this invite is sent to selective Non-Bonded Doms only. This is a unique opportunity to purchase a sub that has already received professional training and is ready to be ridden and enjoyed.

When her phone buzzed at exactly 5 PM, she jumped up like she’d been electrocuted. That evening, I hit Clandestine – the kind of club where people dropped ten grand a month for anonymous membership and the discretion that came with it. Usually my go-to for uncomplicated physical release with women who understood the terms of engagement. But every woman I met was wrong. Too tall. Too brunette. Too eager. Too everything that wasn’t a specific short blonde with an organizational fetish and a stationery addiction. This was a problem.

Startled, I raced back to the fertile land. The mirage in front of me disappeared. I shook my head as I felt someone shaking me vigorously. I was forced to open my face. I saw Miss Aurora shaking me while she was crying. Alpha Damon was by the wall, his hands balled into fists which he looked ready to throw at anyone he so wished to. The Beta and the Gamma were also present in the room, their brows furrowed. Even worse, Grace was also present.