Yandere Simulator Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’ll be on my way.” Verya nodded, laying back against her bag. She was sleepy, but she couldn’t sleep n— “Hey Verya! That’s my f*cking spot!” Not Simon again, what the f*ck was wrong with this idiot? Verya peeked up at him, sighing out in frustration. “Could you have not just pretended you didn’t see me, Simon? A big, bad, male alpha bullying a damsel in distress, don’t you think you’re making yourself look bad?”

Come to think of it, every time I marry her in some of the timelines, I always teach her extreme stuff. " Do you want to have a real date with me?" I asked abruptly as soon as she came back beside me. " Hmm? There's a fake date? Slurp... " _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER FORTY- FOUR ~

Patience's POV Yvette's words didn't sway Kelsey. He was convinced I was embarrassing him on purpose. His Alpha pheromones, cold and metallic, grew agitated as he stared at me. His tone reeked of condescension and impatience, "What will it take for you to make your friend shut up? Want me to compensate you? Fine, name your price, just stop causing a scene!" As his words hung in the air, I felt the familiar tug of our broken mating bond.

"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

I slowly pulled out, my cock softening now that I was satisfied. My cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor—just as I fantasised about. “Fuck.” I kept her legs around my waist and felt my cock harden all over again. I wanted to add more to the pile. I wanted her to have more than she could handle. She saw the darkness settle in my eyes again, my gaze darkening with lust. She could read my thoughts better than anyone at this point. . “Let me ride your cock.My cock sprung to full attention; Simone was nastier than usual, and she was a bit of this deranged animal that we like.

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.