Yandere Sim Delinquents Novels & Stories

She looks at the direction Jared was looking at, sees me, then smiles a smug smile of contempt at me. Cassie Rain, the most likely to become alpha chick of the pack, started to circle me. "Well, well, well," she begins, “ If it isn't Lisandra Skye,” she drawled, “the orphaned little bitch of our pack. I take it it's time you went to work isn't it? Bait?”

His tone was playful, but there was an edge to it, like he knew exactly what he was offering. I slid onto his knee, feeling the heat of him through his jeans. His hand rested on my waist, fingers splaying possessively. 'Tell us about uni, Delilah. Any lads catching your eye?' I giggled, twisting a lock of my dark hair around my finger. 'Oh, nothing serious. Just studying hard.' Lies, of course. I'd fucked half the rugby team in my dorm, letting them bend me over desks and pin me against walls, their cocks stretching me until I screamed. But they didn't need to know that. Not yet.

I groaned loudly, and held my back in pain. "You have never even seen your wolf, literally. How dare you raise your hands on me, you weak little bitch?" Aya scoffed. She walked towards where I sat on the floor and stepped hard on my fingers against the floor, making me to scream out in pain. "Let this be the last time you ever try that, Tiana Thompson. I would want to break your limbs before your wedding day. That's Melanie's job. Melanie, Mason's younger sister, you know her right?"

“One night. Scratch the itch. She’ll never know.” Simone stepped closer. Her fingers trailed down my arm, light but electric. “I’m not here to force you,” she whispered. “Say the word and I’m gone. But if you want to know what a different pussy feels like… I’ll ruin you for vanilla in the best way.” My throat was sandpaper. Fanny’s smile flashed again. Then Simone’s body—lush, dangerous, everything Fanny wasn’t. Just once. She’ll never know. I took her hand.

she added with a blush. My grin was wide, Of course I am. I AM HIM. The beast, the ladies’ man and no one else in this campus can compete. “You’re welcome, baby.” She was barely out of the door when another girl came barging in like Cruella, ready to burn everything to the ground. Girl one vanished without a lingering second, and I was left alone with the furry, glaring at me. “Who the fuck was that, Callum?” I was more concerned with the open door.

"That won't do! You're my friend now so you should be a Savage especially when you're pretty! Don't waste your face on books girl! We'll take pictures and hang out after class. Don't even say no, cos it's not in my dictionary!' Leah gushed and Carly sighed. "Get used to her cos I'm stuck too!" Lavender whispered, and Carly smiled. "Who's this descending angel?" Simon suddenly asked from behind and they all turned. Simon is actually Freddie's friend. They are three, plus Kylan. Thou he's an introvert and he's not in the same department. "Don't even try, she's taken!" Leah said immediately. "By who?" "Me of course! She's mine, Mine alone!! Get it?" She grabbed Carly's hand and pulled her to se

Wendy suddenly stood up from her kneeling position, staring at Renee from a few steps away, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement. Like a rat from the gutter, finally dragging someone else down into the abyss. "I know why Renee deliberately plotted to push Miss Simmons."

“ just Shambles Amelia? On this paper our pack is practically a broke lawless gang of criminals and confusion!... how have we even been surviving? Our economy is practically non existent!” Amelia shifted uncomfortably on her feet like she was at loss for what to say. And then a memory suddenly flashed up in Sera’s mind. The Lycans and the elders had always called them criminals, low lives and weak cowards. Sera had always believed that they were just lying out of spite but the words on the paper proved otherwise. Was her pack really a hopeless mediocre gang of criminals? No… she couldn’t let that happen. With a deep breath, Sera pulled herself to her full height and looked at Amelia.

"You take this dark syndicate rod inside your core right now, Lane boy," Lex Luthor growls, his heavy, scarred hands locking around Rodolpho Simmons' thick waist, lifting his masculine frame before plunging him straight back down onto his terrifyingly large, dark shaft. Rodolpho Simmons wails out a deep, gravelly groan as a massive, shattering climax tears through his muscular thighs. His whole body shakes violently the moment the thick cock slips from his mouth, leaving a heavy trail of syndicate seed across his broad, scarred chest. From his position on the bed, Rodolpho watches through glazed eyes as a naked, lower-ranking syndicate asset crawls forward, using his tongue to greedily lick

DJ growled against my neck, letting me feel that wolfish grin of victory when I all but collapsed against his chest with my whole body practically seizing. He waited until I almost fell to the mattress before re-securing his grip on my waist and adding, “One more, Dove.” He urged with a nip to my neck. “Give me one more, and I’ll fill you up with my cum.” I was already so full I wanted to burst. So spent, keeping my eyes open was a challenge, but with the idea of his hot cum pulsing inside of me completing my own orgasm… Defiance. Desperation. Devotion. Delirium…?