Yandere Simulator Demons Novels & Stories

The sensation grew intense, primal, sexual. It pulled me in. I sprinted towards it, unsure what I’d find. And then I froze. Two demons stood before me, one with my face, the other with Cameron’s. They looked like twisted versions of us, having wild sex. The female’s face mirrored mine perfectly, and my hands shook as I glanced back at the mirror. Cameron lay unconscious, struggling against his fever. The demon with Cameron’s face played with his purple penis and began showing me vivid scenes of our future—a future I’d only dared to imagine.

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

I asked curious, my voice low, a little over a whisper. ‎“Welcome to the Demon games player 101, Melissa Miller." ‎The voice echoed from the unprecedented ball of light, and a cold chill crept up my spine. ‎“Where the fuck am I?" ‎########################## ‎

The thought of others seeking her out does not set well with me. Anna sighs. “Well, the most popular that demons like to come for are,” she holds out her hand and starts flicking a finger up with everything she lists. “For help, to kill me, or to try to get between my legs.” She drops her hand back to her side. “So, which one are you?” My jaw clenches in anger at the thought of someone putting their filthy hands on my mate. “Oh? Tell me how you deal with them then I’ll tell you why I’m here.” Please tell me you incinerated the fuckers!

"Don't buy it. I promise I'll hold you together, somehow." Tyler was a broken fifteen-year-old boy that had never experienced love. Clea was a broken Thirteen-year-old girl that had never experienced love. The difference between them was Tyler was ready to give in to his Demons, and Clea was as ready as ever to keep fighting hers. So she gave him something she desperately wanted and needed; Love. He returned it. Albeit with a few 'issues'. She didn't mind. She let him abuse her if it meant that she could keep loving him, as long as she still received his love.

Andariel said, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you be the woman, and I’ll be the man. This man seems to know formations well. I need to take over his memories. Your powers aren’t strong enough. Only I can do it.” Cydaea hugged Andariel, her slender body pressing onto hers. She even kissed Andariel on the lips. It was surprising that the two female demons would behave so intimately. Cydaea looked at Alex’s body, smiled, and said, “Sis, this man’s body looks quite good. When you’ve taken it over, let me satisfy you so well that even the gods would be envious.” Andariel laughed gently and raised Cydaea’s chin. “So you’re in the mood, huh?”

But theories spurred out that when the demon lord had died the creatures were bound to where they were upon his death and weren’t permitted to even move an inch from their location. “I have a question…” “I will not answer” The wolf declared. Fenrir had abilities beyond that of the normal known magic to humans, thus he could communicate with Lyon directly with his brain being able to read the boy’s mind. He could even see through whatever he was thinking or even the slightest change in his ideals. “Are you afraid of answering?” Lyon asked. “No. I already know your question. And I will not bother myself to give you an obscure answer”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“They’re part shapeshifter. Probably are trying to scent him. Oh, Rena. He’s perfect. And he wants me so bad. I can feel him craving me. He was terribly sad when he first saw me, though. What could make such a gorgeous man so melancholy?” “I bet those things are the only thing he can pick up normally. They probably chase off anyone else. A guy I talked to at the bar said Ford’s packing serious weight. You think you can handle it for your first?” Serena asked. Now the comments made more sense. I wasn’t worried. A demon could manage pretty much anything. We fed on sexual energy and desire, we were well equipped to handle men who were well equipped. I snorted. “Have you ever met a girl like us

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.