Yandere Sim Delinquents Novels & Stories

“You have a lot to think about, Lia so I’m not mad at you or anything.” Simone was seriously the best friend anyone could ever have. How did I get so lucky with her? I smiled weakly, linking my arm to hers. “Thanks for saying that, Simone. I just wish I could snap my fingers and everything would be all right.” “You need to just take your time with this. There are going to be five people in this mating group. Five personalities butting heads so it’s going to be a lot.” I paled. “But they are friends and haven’t fought with each other.”

the girls giggled "...and what is going through your mind to help you stimulate yourself" Miss Archer raised an eyebrow as though the last part was a genuine question. I spoke for the first time since entering the room. "Miss Archer, please, let Simone go... I'm the guilty one here". Miss Archer looked at me calmly and replied "Mr. Kelaway, Simone Tallington is a disruptive little slut that is only here at Benlow because her mother pays me a lot to keep her here and away from the men that work for her father". I saw Simone's head turn a little and she had stopped sobbing now.

Sima : is there anything you wish to tell us perhaps. Yamisa ; no nothing at all.(roll her eyes) Me: That's my cue to leave. I bro hugged limo then kiss yoli's cheeks then sima's forehead. Me: let me love and leave you guys. I walked away and suddenly felt someone holding me back I turned to only for find Sima sulking . Sima: you gonna come back right.? Me: do you want me to come back.? Sima : yeah yoli loves you Me: what about you ma-August.?

Her bare feet padded across the cold tiles as she adjusted the oversized sweatshirt that hung from one shoulder. She swung open the door and froze. Not the pizza guy. Yolanda. Camila. Seraphina. All three of them dressed like they’d stepped out of a glossy magazine spread in expensive coats, flawless makeup, eyes sharp with judgment. Before Yumi could speak, Yolanda lunged. Her hand tangled in Yumi’s hair, yanking hard enough to make her stumble back. “You disgusting slut!” “Are you out of your…” Yumi barely finished before another tug sent her crashing against the console table. Picture frames clattered to the floor.

Together, we cleaved through the wall of shadows, each strike punctuated with Simon’s curses. He encountered us amidst a surge of dark energy, with his eyes radiating a crimson glow. "You can not stop destiny!" he exclaimed, engaging in a clash against Andres' blade with a resounding impact. “Destiny?” I snarled, flinging a burst of moonfire that scorched his chest. “You don’t control destiny. You manipulate people, destroy the good and tonight that ends here.” His hand shot out, seizing my throat, lifting me off my feet. I gasped, silver fire flickering under his crushing grip. “You’re nothing, Valentina,” Simon spat, his breath rancid. “A scarred, useless—”

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

- Yuri managed to keep his contempt from his voice in the same gentle tone. This man was a bully, but like all bullies, they were weak, timidly, and cowardly inside. He had a hard time accepting that someone as naturally intelligent as Kathryn Ice couldn't see that for herself. Simon wanted to argue the point, but his cowardice got the better of him at hearing the note of warning in Yuri's tone. It finally dawned on him that, boy or not, Yuri was the typical alpha Greek male. Since the boy considered himself responsible for the Rewis heiress, challenging his authority would be the quickest way to failure. For now, Simon decided, it would be best a strategic retreat.

She looks at my father and then turns her eyes to the floor. - Answer my son. – Simon shouts sharply. - Yrina, sir. – she says with an Eastern European pronunciation. Probably Russian or Belarusian. - And how old are you? She hesitates, swallows hard, and says: - Twenty-one, sir. - Do you like this one? You can fuck her to give more realism. You can fuck them all. That will give perfect realism for sure. And they can fuck them too – he says, pointing out the four bastards who look at the women as predators.

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.