Yandere Sim Delinquents Novels & Stories

Like they belonged to her instead of me. Oh, fuck. I sounded like a damn yandere. "Oh, hai portato qualcuno con te-" the jealousy and fake facade she had on began on showing the longer she glared at me and her desperation was clear as day. (Oh, you brought someone with you-) "Armando è disponibile?" Nikolai dismissed her with a flick of a wrist the other two looked as bored as ever. (Is Armando available?) "No, al momento non è disponibile" she met Nikolai's stoic mask and shuddered at the look cast by my other two men as she tossed me another dirty look.

!Content Warning! This chapter contains themes of sexual assault, non-consensual drugging, and past trauma. While the assault itself is not depicted on the page, the emotional and physical aftermath are explored in detail. This scene is intense, raw, and may be distressing for some readers. CLAUDE I JERKED—HARD. Hard enough that the skin of my wrists burned raw against the silver, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting him off me. Getting away.

"At least I can live for someone. You only live for yourself. You will die alone, you will enter the afterlife, ALONE, who knows, maybe the devil himself will be your mate." She chuckled lightly, "Oh Damian! Imagine the fun we would have, but then again, I wonder if the Devil is single..." "Kill this crazy bitch!" Adam shouted out. He was still holding his gun up with his partially shifted claws. He was losing control fast. "You'll never succeed as an Alpha. You're a mere Omega whore that thinks your good enough to be a leader." I tried my best to insult her, and maybe it worked for a brief moment, but her soured face quickly turned into a flirtatious smile.

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

I quickly put my clothes and hurried down to the dining hall to see the Beta and Simone already seated as the maids placed dishes upon dishes on the table. As soon as Simone saw me, she smiled brightly and pointed to a chair beside her eagerly which I sat quietly and pulled a pudding towards me. Andre cleared his throat and asked calmly, “I hope you had a nice rest, my lady?” “Yes Beta.” I nodded and wolf down the plate of pudding immediately for I had been starving. “I couldn’t sleep all night.” Simone muttered. “Though I am fine, but still shaken after yesterday’s experience.” “I am so sorry about that my lady,” Andre smiled, which looked the first time. “All the perpetrators have been cap

Simone's voice roared in the entire room, sending shivers down the occupant’s spine. Shane and Shanzy weren't immune to her tone, but the couple who was still reeling in shock stared at the other than at Simone, for confirmation that they weren't dreaming. This Mafia Girl wasn't someone normal. She was a stylish Mafia Girl born to kill not just with her hands but with her beauty. "Get off me, jerk!" Alice pushed Rex aside who glared at her, still holding his hand. It had a cut in the middle, but nothing serious which will kill the guy.

I’d forgotten all about her when I’d found Yara. “Trena?” Yara says, tilting her head. “Hello, Luna,” Trena says, but her eyes are focused on Simon. I watch as she passes us, walking right up to him. “Traitor,” he snarls at her. “Rapist!” she snarls back. Then faster than a snake, her hand slams up between Simon’s legs and she rips his ball sack off. I see my warriors flinch and I’m pretty sure I did too.

Dañte Malyshka, you can call me sir any time you feel like it. I forgot you’re the perfect sub.” The instant I say that, I know she’s thinking of the threesome she saw at her first campus party. The girl was tied up. The way Willow watched the trio in open fascination made me think she was curious about all of it—to be shared and tied up while being shared. “I’m still not sharing you,” I inform her, repeating what I said that night. “I’m tying you up, though. The dom in me won’t be able to resist.”

Disappointment etched across her face, she clenched her jaw and stormed into her room. Her eyes fluttered open to the gentle sound of rain rubbing her eyes, she settled on the bed, casting a gaze through the glass walls to the downpour outside. She was a lover of rain and eagerly awaited its arrival each season. Leaning against the headboard, she surrendered to the soothing ambiance, closing her eyes to immerse herself in the rain's melody. Yet, her thoughts went back to the memory of Darian from the previous night, his shirtless presence etched vividly in her mind. Waves of sensation rippled between her legs, and unable to resist, she discreetly pressed her thighs together, seeking solace i

“But I’m not your dear.” Simmon ignores her growl. “We will look into it.” He glances at me. I nod back. By we the king means me. And I’m okay with hunting down vampires who have bought kidnapped shifters. I know just where I’ll start—Santiago and his little redheaded sub. “That’s settled,” Simmon announces. “Now that your business is concluded you are welcome to make use of my club. Will you stay and scene tonight?” Sheridan hesitates, her gaze darting around the dimly lit club with poorly hidden interest.