Rival Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

The generic arcade game sounds started to play as the monkey threw down the barrels looking to knock us down and keep us from getting to Katrina. “THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT! Misogynistic fucking video game bullshit!” Katrina was shouting as I was smashing barrels after August would jump them. “Way to perpetuate the damsel stereotype! Melania, I will make you wish you were never born!!!” She continued to shout.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

Adam admitted reluctantly, walking to the minibar and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Ryan whistled low, shaking his head. “Complicated? That’s new. You’re usually the one keeping things simple. So, what’s the plan? Are you gonna pursue her or….?” “There’s no plan,” Adam cut him off, his voice firm. “She’s Mateo’s sister and Emilio’s granddaughter. We have a business rivalry that goes back decades.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem to stop you from looking at her like she’s the only woman in the room.”

The final possessor of the artefact, the last one standing, would claim rewards ten times better than those given to his teammates, while the losing team would receive nothing. As Isabelle immersed herself in the game, she found herself with 9 allies, all using different characters of their choice. Her chosen character, Kaylia, was a blindfolded, raven-haired young woman in a short, strapless sequinned gown, with white fox ears on her head, and no weapon in her dainty-looking hands. As she twirled her character around, she saw a message from the teammate using the assassin character, Rhyder, who had four intricately carved golden daggers.

The woman kept wailing as they proceeded to leave the place and just then Ashriel realized the screams were too loud to just come from the woman alone. Just then another unfamiliar woman ran in . She looked about a xthousand years old with parched skin, flesh that looked rotten and she wouldn't stop yelling. Ashriel turned to Simon immediately, “What in the world is going on?, who is this woman” But Simon had been with him all this while and didn’t have a clue. Nabu, another guard who just walked in spoke up “Alpha there is something you need to see” “What is it now?” But Nabu looked shocked out of his mind “Some women are here to see you”

Maria rolled her eyes, “ Purple is it? Can you please leave me alone? “ “ You don't belong here. “ Dencia remarked. “ No one belongs in a sex game. “ “ We'll see about that. “ Dencia hissed and walked away. Maria was aware that she had an enemy, but her worries were somewhere else. She was the eldest of her sisters, the most responsibility fell on her shoulders. If only she won the competition, she intended to pay the loan and get her sisters and herself settled for life. She vowed to do better in the next game. But that was if she survived elimination. It was Red's turn to show the Macmiller triplets what she was made of, and Lindy was thrilled. Her walk into the room was majestic, prim and

"She is more than capable of standing beside her Alpha in Jasper's absence." Jarek's mouth thinned. "A Luna who was a rogue three months ago," he muttered, just barely under his breath, "standing at the head of a war council. I didn't expect such nonsense from—" "That is enough." Gideon's voice cracked across the table like a snapped branch, low and furious in a way I hadn't heard from him in years. "You will not speak of the pack's matriarch that way in this council, or any other. I don't care how many years you've sat at this table, Jarek."