Occult Club Members Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

He was sending a message to him; Tony Viscount was onto him. "He didn't succeed in obtaining complete information about the members of the club, but he got his hands on a few. One of them is Ms. Lynn's..." Andre halted in his steps, taking his gaze away from the tattoo drawn on the body of the bound young man. His head snapped towards Luca, a song beginning to him unrhythmically in his blood. "Ms. Clara Lynn?" Luca nodded, producing a printed paper which carried information about her sexual preferences and other personal information required during registration. The others included names of top politicians who didn't even have political ties with America but only flew down occasionally for t

We’d show up in heels and unapologetic hunger, pick the prettiest man—or two—who looked like he knew the difference between domination and performance, get absolutely ruined, and still be in the office the next day high on the aftermath. I walk back to the couch, set the drink down, and pull my laptop into my lap. The machine humming to life. My fingers hesitate for one second, just one heartbeat, then type the URL. An old forum. One I haven’t dared to touch in years. One that only members of the club were granted access to. It loads slow, like it knows it’s been waiting. My heart stutters. The login screen appears. I type it in. Kneltforthis.

Her needs are no longer my concern. “Later,” I say, curter than I mean to, as I turn and enter Verge. The main lobby area is right across from club owner Tobias’s office, where members agree to terms before entering. Only club members are allowed beyond these doors unless they’re with a guest. I steel myself. Beyond those doors are my friends. People who understand me. And women who want to be dominated. I need that.

But that’s where the performance ends. She’s just a means to an end. Not worth the mess between my legs. I brought the car to a stop just in front of a large, high-class building – The Vendata hotel – meant for the rich and powerful. Dominik only meets potential clients or allies inside CLUB RAZAEL – a hyper-exclusive, underground sex club hidden in plain sight in the underbelly of the luxury hotel. It was a place soaked in every dark, carnal fantasy that money could buy. The kind of place where clothes were optional and consent was assumed the second you stepped through the red-lit archways.

Clarion said nervously, suddenly retouching the lipstick on her face. Other women also released the cosmetics that you thought were a make-up festival here at Pandora. I am excited to watch the great sword-yielders. But I'm not as excited as these girls. Not with the skill excited, but with the boys themselves. Guys! Ew! "Hey, August! Come on! We might run out of good seats there." Yuwe said impatiently. I want to work on it. For I know, Kalandian mode is driving here now.

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

He said, “Powerful is one thing, but the club is rather unique. Its members are all women. Moreover, every single one of them is beautiful and their president was as attractive as Aphrodite! Most importantly, all the members were trained in Aphroditeux Wrestling and they’re a terrifying bunch. There’s a rumor that their president is even capable of entrancing an invincibilis powerhouse!” Upon hearing that, Zayn was astonished. The willpower of an invincibilis fighter was extremely strong, but the president of Medusa Dames was even capable of enchanting one. How would that make sense? Zayn realized that he almost fell for it as well as he recalled Cyrene’s seductive charms. “If that’s the cas

Remembering his conversation with Zoe, which stopped immediately when Zoe said the name of the night club that was very familiar to Delldora's ears. He had only visited the night club once. The night club that is not very well known among humans. But very popular among "non-humans". Yes, Anathema, a place where people like Delldora gather. And Delldora had heard bad rumors that the place was often a place of human trafficking for non-humans. “Damn it! Is this the doing of that damn witch? " Delldora muttered irritably. If he had previously been groping about the possibility of a pure magician among Hana's housemates, this time his suspicions were immediately fixed on one person. Delldora sus

she says, voice lower now, venom curling around each syllable, “too bad I have your twin deep inside me—fucking me like the beast he is. He’s stronger than you, Rafaele. And he’ll protect me from the likes of you.” The line goes dead and so does the phone as i blast it across the space. ~~AURELIA~~ It’s evening now, and the club is in full swing. Though, I can’t even really call it a club—there are too many nooks and crannies. A place filled with shiny machines and people sitting in front of them, dragging some lever down and cursing in anger as they stare at the screens. Gladis explained it’s some kind of game where people throw in huge amounts of money and spin in hopes of winning more.