Occult Club Members Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

“Let us all welcome, Ms. Daniella Émile Rosecraft, our newest member of the Fancy Pants Club.” I heard Suri announce loudly. I beamed a smile then, but it wasn’t enough to stop the trembling of my lips. Mr. Ian, who opened the door, motioned for me to come inside. I did and as I took in the scene of the Club dining room, I almost stopped breathing. My God, I feel as if I am in bishounen heaven right now. Picture an otome game where the protagonist has to choose between a number of hot men sitting in a long table wearing tuxedos of different styles and color. This is what I am experiencing now except for the fact that I am not choosing any of them to be my romantic partner.

Derreck felt lonely these past months and could not bring himself to admit it. During the winter months, he had invested his resources and his time into building a private club; the scene was exactly what Aurenda needed; he called it Endless. He was very proud of it; hiring personnel to cater to those of prestigious backgrounds. He took it a step further by making it a members-only club; there was a lot you had to prove before even being considered! This was his way of weeding out the Ne’er do wells; he had to, for the sake of the club and his conscience.

Chapter 5 (Loraine’s POV) “Hello ladies, and welcome to Malcolm’s heaven, soon to be renamed, but that is not important. The important part is, if you stick around, make sure to throw an eye on the bars where the box with suggestions for a new name would be. Now let us begin the tour. My name is Mandy, and I am one of the three owners of this club. The male part of the trio you probably already met, and that would be Andrew. He is always here so you can always look for him if you have any questions and me or Anabelle are not present. You will meet her tomorrow, that is those who stick with us throughout tonight. First, I should tell you we do not tolerate drugs, violence, nudity, or prostitu

No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. Dorothy and Melissa are both Bisexuals which was known to few friends that also indulge in the peculiar sex of a thing. It’s more like a clique. Or a sex club. No one is in a relationship with anyone and they are free to have sex with one another any time any day. Every meeting, they all indulge in orgies that are really crazy. The sex club is a secretive society with just selected few members on board. And anyone who wants to join has to do weird and crazy things before becoming a member.

My mind was a wreck, body buzzing with need, but the game barely paused before one of Simon’s friends, this big shaved-head guy with tattoos matching Simon’s and a mean hungry grin, landed his turn straight on Eric. The room quieted down just a bit, everyone leaning in as he looked between Simon and me, then fixed his eyes on Eric’s cold detached face. “Eric, I dare you and Simon to tag-team Clara right here in the middle of the circle. Both of you on her at once, hands and mouths wherever the fuck you want, make her moan and beg like the desperate little slut she clearly is tonight. Show the whole room how you two work fresh meat together, get her dripping and ready for whatever comes next.

“Something?” He traced her lower lip with his thumb. “My world. The one I don’t bring just anyone into. There’s a place here that I visit when I am here. It is called The Velvet Abyss. It is a private club filled with anonymous people with kinks like ours. I’ve been a member for years. I want you to see it. With me.”

I was still naked, covered in their cum and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure. Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile. “You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club always finds a way to reclaim what it wants. Victor has something special planned for you. A new game.” Damien pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-leaking pussy possessively. “Then we’ll play it on our terms,” he said coldly. Elias stepped forward, holding an ornate black invitation with a wax seal. “The Club is offering a temporary truce,” he explained. “A historical immersion event. They want you to participate in a multi-night

Malachi "Psycho" Sokolov 23 yrs old 6'3" Dirty blonde hair Blue eyes Bisexual Torture Expert & Sadist Owner of Club Midnight Casey 21 yrs old 5' 3" Short light brown hair Gray eyes Waitress @ Club Midnight Lincoln 20 yrs old 5'6" Black hair Green eyes Street racer Bisexual/Submissive Spencer 22 yrs old 5'10" Light brown hair Bluish gray eyes Bartender at Club Midnight Gay/Lincoln's ex

I plan to liberate the Venomane Kryme Pack of its tyrant leaders. Next, my blood pressure skyrocketed. An email came in and opened up. Astonished, my eyes rounded and blinked furiously as the clip played. A stabbing pain developed in my chest at the thought of Blayne with this woman. So, this was Darlene again. The mail was an invitation to a Fetish Club at a particular address while she was naked in high-ankle leather boots with chains with a matching collar choker necklace and bondage bracelets on a tear-drop hanging chair. She angled her body as she masturbated with a twelve-inch dildo and moaned his name.

he continued asking a barrage of questions without waiting for my reply. I had a feeling that he was mocking and laughing at me for letting go of such a powerful she-wolf. “What do you want?” I growled out. “Chill, dude,” he laughed. “Guess where I am right now.” I wasn't in the mood to play a guessing game with him. “Just tell me if you wanna tell me,” I growled. “I’m at the Dazzling Star Club! And guess who I saw?” he asked with excitement. The Dazzling Star Club was a popular upscale club with memberships. Those who could afford the memberships would only be the upper-class or wealthy werewolves. And it was the place that young unmated Alphas, Betas, and Gammas loved to frequent.