Yandere Simulator Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

"Because I have years of fantasies to fulfill, and one night won't be nearly enough." As his mouth found her neck again, Wendy wondered briefly about tomorrow, about professional boundaries and workplace complications. Then his hands slid beneath her skirt again, and she decided tomorrow could take care of itself.

He was a prince back, tall and ridiculously handsome, and he was totally my type, and I hoped and wished he was my mate, not until I heard he was engaged to some MoonClaw princess who eventually rejects him and goes off with some goofball named Asher. I really did envy Syra, she had everything yet she walked away then she just comes back and fuck, she takes it all. My man, the one I have wanted and waited for, and even the very title I have always craved for. Why fucking her? Why does it always has to be fucking Syra and because of her, my fucking dream of being with Adrian is even more distance My knees buckled, my fingers trembled inside my gloves, and my helmet… fuck. I was suffocating un

Putting it in my dresser in case someone comes into my room. Curling up in bed, I flip on my TV right as my phone beeps. The number is unfamiliar, but the video and many pictures tell me it is Clara. “Thought you would want more than one video.” She texts at the end. “Thank you so much!” I reply. “Consider sending some pictures for him? I will wait until after I have left him to send them to him if you wish?” “That is a great idea. Thanks again. Goodnight.” I reply. Not planning on going to bed anytime soon, I rewatch the video and examine the gorgeous man I am mated to. He seems tall, has a tanned complexion, muscles in every part of his body, brown hair, and blue eyes. It takes me forever

SIMONE'S POV. I'd cried to sleep and woken up with the most bitter, painful wrench in my heart. At first, I darted my gaze around, confused as to why I was in so much pain, only to recall the nerve-shattering emotions crashing down on me in waves. I missed Lazaro terribly. It was wrong for me to hate someone so much yet need him just as badly. And my own mate wasn’t making my present situation any easier for me. He had gone the entire night fucking her, on my best guess—little Miss Ciara, with the perfect gestures and the most elegant smile. She knew he was mated, married, and yet she’d given me that bullshit about duty, spoken like a true patriarch.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

Ever since we were kids, everyone liked Jerry more than me. He was handsome and had a sunny disposition, while I hid in the shadows due to the scar on my face. From that day on, I never mentioned the fire again, nor did I try to clarify the truth. I became Simone's secret partner in bed. Since she couldn't get Jerry, she vented all of her lust and desire on me. But every single time, she would press her palm or a pillow over my face. She was only willing to look at my eyes. She said they were very similar to Jerry's.