Osana Najimi Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

I asked, flicking my gaze to the screen outside that displayed a ranking system. Bonnie scoffed, as if the idea was prosperous. “You need to be an expert marksman to train in there. Sometimes it turns into a competition, they scores are the total number of kills and the top five highest are automatically chosen for missions.” Observing the two who stood back-to-back, arms raised with their fingers on the trigger. Suddenly, excitement built among the crowd when a 5D projection of wolves appeared, surrounding the two within the box. You must have fast reflexes, killer instincts and zero hesitation. These simulations were an exact replica of the wolves of encountered, especially with their spee

Slightly. “What happened in the simulation, Samiya?” I asked, aiming straight for the bullseye. Mae was of the impression that I was terrible at questioning women, but none of that mattered to me. All I needed to know was that this woman hadn't somehow wandered back into the slimy hands of her ex. Her eyes fell to her hands and, for a fraction of a moment, it felt as though my heart fell as well. “The simulation master asked me to make certain decisions to win the war that took place in the simulation, which I did to the best of my ability, and your Beta, Meidran, helped as well, of course… and luckily we won,” she answered in a voice smaller than usual.

It wasn't the time for Ashton to know the glorious vindictive past. "Ma'am, it's Omega. She is uncontrollable. We have to get back to the plot." Shane revealed, and as soon as the words registered in her brains, Simone jumped in the pool, like a mermaid she swam across the exit side with a speed that was unmatchable and in no time, she was out and, in the car, rushing back to her yard. Ashton gaped at the way she went away; he had never encountered that speed in his life. Too shocked to utter a word, he could only manage to say.

Emily continued. Dune's voice carried a note of accomplishment. "Yes, Miss Emily. During sleep mode, we've been showing Alex different simulations to analyze his brainwave changes. For example, when exposed to a simulation of a high-stress environment, his beta waves increase dramatically, indicating heightened alertness and cognitive function. Conversely, in simulations involving peaceful, natural settings, his alpha waves become more pronounced, suggesting relaxation and a preparatory state for morphing.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

In my world, everyone is equal and can go to the battlefield if they want. So I give her a small smile and nod. “Of course, you can join me in the search–” “Can I come too, Alpha?” Simone cuts me off and I frown, feeling irritated. It won’t be easy to look past what she did and act normal with her. I’m about to refuse when she continues. “My special ability is camouflage. I can blend in well with my surroundings and mask my scent so I would be of great help in tracking down the Betas.”

-He mentions full of curiosity. -What do you say we don't tell each other our real names and pretend to call each other something else? I mean, let's pretend we're not the ones who are here. -proposed the young woman. -Ah, you want to play? I love the idea. -My name is Priscila, it's a pleasure to meet you. -The pleasure is all mine, Miss Priscila, call me Simon. They both shook hands and continued talking about their lives that they are inventing step by step. While that happens, Imanol is desperate inside the living room because he can't find Jandé, his friends are also looking for her with no result.

“You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.” “I’m still Mira.” Valen studied her face. “That may be, but are you still one of us?” She met his gaze. “Are you here to welcome me or test me?” “Why not both?” he replied, eyes gleaming. Behind them, the pool rippled—without wind. In Training Room Seven, Ophelia, Carl, and Tobias ran simulations. But every few minutes, their environment would glitch. Objects would flicker. Terrain would shift unexpectedly. Targets would multiply.

She spoke quietly, "there's just one thing you're right about." Adrian was faked upon glancing at her. “I do need him.”. The system pulsed. Hard. “Dependency confirmed.”. But Amina didn't stop. Her voice strengthened. But that is not your thinking. A pause. Then—. “I don’t desire him to live.”. The space trembled. The simulation flickered. “I choose him,” she continued. The imitation Adrian's expression changed slightly. Unstable. Uncertain. "She stated that it's impossible to decrease that amount.".

Right now, this is the only source of answer I have and I can't afford to risk ruining it. "Good. Now close your eyes and think about the ocean, Just the ocean. Be calm m breathe in and out" I followed every instructions, and suddenly I could feel the temper slowly fading away, followed by the room's hot temperature. "That's it lil princess. There's really no need to be upset darling. No need at all. Your friend did what any normal human should have done in her place. It is hard to process. Remember how you reacted when you saw yourself. So you just need to understand. She's scared but that does not make her a bad friend "