Rival Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

Harvey just finished the sentence and stabbed very hard into Quinn's vagina, straight into her sensitive point, making Quinn involuntarily groan. “Ah… HMMMM… ummmmm….” Harvey also did not expect Quinn's moan to stimulate him so much, he repeatedly stabbed the sensitive point inside the vagina making Quinn cry and moan, she constantly shook her head in protest at this. “Don’t… stop… don’t stab… too deep… too deep… I don’t want, I don’t want… hmmmm… haaaaa… aaaa… I beg you, don’t….” Quinn was stabbed by him to the point of dizziness and became dreamy, the more water secreted from the vagina made the speed of the penis in and out faster.

Although I find it very hard to believe that everything I have seen from her is just an illusion there are things that simply can't be faked. Her reaction when I kiss her, I think that couldn't be faked I know, like when her beautiful eyes light up when I tell her something nice or when her cheeks blush, the way she behaves with me, everything about her in those moments seems so genuine to me, but on the other side I also see my sister and how destroyed I leave her and I find myself between a rock and a hard place. I am between the woman I want for myself and my family, what a fucking shitty decision, either way I will lose something, what I have to do is make the right decision so I don't l

"Colton Corbin has withdrawn his challenge. What remains is between Trevor Rendon and Clayton Carmichael." No time to digest the unexpected withdrawal of Colton. There was no time to contemplate what it meant. It was here, and it was now. "Commence," intoned the council member. Trevor and I locked eyes. That momentary eye contact carried years of rivalry, years of unspoken animosities and resentments. We shifted almost in unison. My body transformed, muscles stretching, bones restructuring, a brilliant white fur emerging from my skin. My eyes were the last to change, morphing into a striking gold that darkened to brown at the edges. The transformation was an exquisite agony, a reminder of th

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

Her claws drove toward his ribs. The rival twisted beneath the strike. His claws raked across her side sharp and deep. Blood soaked through her jacket. Lyla’s breath hitched. Eli’s voice sharpened over the comms. "Lyla!" "I’m fine," Lyla’s voice was hard. Her claws caught the rival’s throat fast and clean. The rival’s breath sharpened. "You think the forest chose you?" Lyla’s silver gaze burned. The rival’s amber gaze darkened. "You don’t understand what you’re fighting," the rival said quietly.

“This isn’t just playback. It’s adaptive AI. They fed it everything you’ve ever said, every movement in your home, every whisper you gave Dorian, and trained it to predict your next act.” The simulation-Isolde smiled to the crowd. And the crowd roared with invisible, pre-recorded lust. The screen cut to black. Then: Simulacrum Confidence Index: 98.8% Authorization: Ready for Public Deployment Isolde’s breath caught. “They weren’t just trying to replace me,” she whispered. “They were trying to release me.” Dorian’s voice was cold. “Into a world that couldn’t tell the difference.” The burner phone buzzed once.

Control. Then he lunged. Fast, faster than my expectation. I blocked, twisted, and drove an elbow toward his ribs. He ducked under, sweeping a leg at mine. I countered, claws pushing at the edges of my fingertips; not a full shift, just enough for power. The air hummed with energy. “Not bad,” I muttered, pushing him back. He grinned. “Nice trick but you’ll need more than compliments to win.” We clashed again, blows and counters echoing through the arena. Each strike carried more heat than it should have: anger, rivalry, something I couldn’t name. The faint glow in his eyes told me his wolf was close to the surface, too.

And now the Moon Goddess, in her twisted sense of humor, had decided to shove him straight into my life. Not just my pack. My family. I clenched my fists. I knew I had better things to take care of after campus, so these stupid rivalries due to a game were soon going to be over, and I could focus on more important stuff. He'd called me a loser several times during games, calling himself better, I didn't really want to engage with him that much because I knew what I was capable of, eight months and I’d be done with campus. Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face.

"Is this about dick size insecurity, Darian? Are you afraid of the comparison?" Darian leveled me with a cold, haughty stare. "I'm pretty sure I'm bigger than you." "I am pretty sure you are not," I countered, my wolf stirring with a competitive growl. "Enough!" Raven shouted, her face turning a deep, vibrant beet-red. She held her hands up. "I was only joking! I was! No need to do any showing. Let's just eat. I am famished." Valen? Ash’s voice echoed in my mind.

Below the timer, there was a text from Victoria: “The Spring Gala starts in ten minutes, Maxie. If you aren't on stage to present the ring, the police get the video of Loveth stealing it. I’ve already put the ring in her dorm room. Under her pillow. Have fun in prison, scholarship girl.” My blood turned to ice. "She planted it? In my room?" "She’s going to call the police the moment the timer hits zero," Maxwell said. His face was grim. "She doesn't just want the ring. She wants to be the hero who caught the thief." I stood up, my fists clenched. The fear was gone. In its place was a cold, sharp need for revenge. Victoria Hale thought she could play with my life like it was a game. She thoug