Yandere Sim Delinquents Novels & Stories

Randy stated in a pissed off tone. "Chilax, I'll create a window for him to leave. In fact, I just initiated it," Emille said. They met Élodie and the rest of Randy's men. Both parties were exhausted. "Playtime is over, let's get out of here!" Emille clapped his hands. Élodie and the other woman immediately withdrew. Randy's men understood that Emille was their boss. If Randy was with Emille and it looked like there was no bad blood between them, then there was no need to fight the girls.

I definitely didn’t notice the strange glint in Aaron’s eyes as he looked at me. That night, I went back to Dorm 204, where three of the new girls were assigned to live with me. The other three were placed next door in Dorm 205. All six of them looked tense and unnaturally pale. The short-haired one, Lily Sanders, asked me, “You’re a player too, right?” I nodded. “Yeah.” A romance otome game. So… were these girls my rivals? Were they all here to pursue the male lead? Lily muttered, “Weird. There are usually only six people chosen. Why is there a seventh this time?”

It has heavy embroidery on the hems of it. Nervously, I bite on my lip. Yuvaan should be down stairs. But I haven't received any messages and call from him. " You're looking beautiful. " I say to Sim. She's wearing a maroon red lehenga with twenty-two k golden jewellery. She pressed her dark red lips together, " You're looking more beautiful. " She stares at me.

With her back rested against the wall, the prisoner just sat on the bed, staring at absolutely nothing. "Instead of spending all evening staring at her, I think you should get some rest" Lucille said as she joined Phiri. "She's beautiful" Phiri remarked. "I can see that" Lucille said in response. "She's mysterious too" Phiri added. "Well, I couldn't agree more." "She's a werewolf, yet I can't read her" Phiri said. "And do you see how relaxed she is? She doesn't look bothered that she has committed treason by making an attempt on the grand alpha's life."

“Unless you came here to wait for someone else, maybe Charley Lee, or some other man.” “I did not!” I shouted, but he cupped his hand over my mouth and pinched my tips with the other hand. Then, he pulled me swiftly under the water to a rock on the other side. With half of my body submerged underwater, he pressed my upper body against the rock, pinned down with the weight of his abdomen. I realised how I was now one of his possessions. “Believe me, Hans,” I persuade him. “I am already your woman.” He smiled broadly as if he liked what I just said. “If you meant what you just said, then, spread your legs for me, Winter.”

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

He started pumping them slowly, curling them against my g-spot with every stroke. “Oh God…” I whimpered. He added a third finger, stretching me wider. The fullness made my legs tremble. He began fingering me harder, faster, his fingers plunging in and out with wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet office. “You’re clenching so tightly around my fingers,” he said, voice husky. “Does it feel good, Emily? Being bent over your professor’s desk like a little slut?” I moaned louder in response. He suddenly brought his free hand down and spanked my ass firmly. The sting mixed with the pleasure made me gasp.

"I need to hear you say it." Wendy met his gaze directly, three years of professionalism dissolving in the face of overwhelming desire. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Harrington," she said, deliberately using his title. "Right here, on your desk."

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

“The pretenders. The deceivers. Gods, where do I even begin?” “Reminds me of a female I know,” Revandrel said, almost too casually, but the smile left his eyes. “A liar. A manipulator. She and her friends used to torment a retarded boy. She gathered them, and together they would assault and bully that youngling with a tangled tongue and sluggish growth.” My hand stilled, my breath catching in my throat. A tight knot twisted in my stomach. The others recoiled. “Damn,” Kane muttered. “That is… that is vile,” Baron James echoed.