Yandere Simulator Horuda Novels & Stories

“If you can motivate him, he might pull off wonders. If you need help in figuring out his working personality, I can give you a clue: he enjoys playing simulation games more than office work.” When Yuri mentioned simulation games, Delta quickly thought about Wolfram’s so-called Red Core Secret Squad. Could he be in charge of things like that more than what their giant company needs on the surface? This Yuri looked like he was too diplomatic to think like a soldier. She only needed to take a glance at Wolfram to find the answer to her question. Delta then smiled. “I understand. So, what number do you wish to see on the year-end report?” Yuri gently shrugged. “I will commend you for hitting at

There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting. “What’s your say about this, Miss Yara?” Perry’s voice brought Hera back to reality, just in time to see the woman who seemed detached to everything earlier jumping on the soles of her feet, looking startled. “Oh, so Yara deserved honorary, too, huh!” “Okay, fine!’ she snapped, crackling her fingers. “Yara then if it’ll stop you

Thanks for bringing all this, Yarusoyya. Yarusoyya just nodded her head. The smile never faded from her lips, providing 1,000 charms to conquer Rondolf's heart. "You may stay overnight today. Then, come back tomorrow morning." Rondolf made a suggestion. "Mirha will prepare your room." Yarusoyya smiled gracefully. "It would be my honor, Alpha." ∞∞∞ "Rula!" Rula's reverie was interrupted when a man came running up to her. His physique was familiar as he approached Rula. The man is Simon Wade.

A tightness coiled in Araheen’s chest at Yadira’s condition, but she dismissed it at once—especially when claws began to form at the salamander’s fingertips, her chest rising and falling in shallow, furious breaths. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Yadira snarled, cracked lips pulling back. “I could smell your traitorous aura from a fucking mile away, you sylph cunt.” Araheen did not react. She had expected no less from Yadira. “Your people would do the same to me if our positions were reversed, Yadira,” she replied evenly.

she said, shaking her head in grim amusement. Yuria's spine tingled with reckless exhilaration as she imagined Miranda's bright, eager eyes swirling in heartbreaking sorrow. She was terrified at the prospect of her friend eventually realizing the awful reality - that the person she considered her soul sister had not only been sleeping with her beloved lover but had relished every agonizing minute of it.

“Do you want… this?” The question hung in the air like smoke. Amara’s throat felt dry, her hands clammy. She had rehearsed every answer, every polite deflection, every neutral denial—but now, faced with him, all of them seemed hollow. The truth had been building in her chest for weeks, growing heavier with every quiet moment, every glance, every stolen second of awareness she had tried to deny. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.” He didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t react in the way she thought he might. He simply nodded, slow, deliberate, as if confirming something he already knew but needed to hear from her anyway.

Early in the morning, Hana was on the other side of the fence, gathering all 60 people in the shared dorm room. Then put into each of them a bottle of clear water. Hana gave Emma two bottles. Hana then carefully instructed each of them on how to use it. Three hours away from the match, Hana stood still and watched the effects of the water level nervously. Despite her belief in herself, the physically exotic people are different from real werewolves, so Hana is unsure of the success rate.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

She couldn't even make his cock hard enough to take her which ruined her entire plans. Luckily, Lyrien had woken up with no memory, and Yara solidly implemented the plan B. Having drawn out some of his blood earlier, and consuming it steadily, it has been easy to pretend that she is with his child. Yara gazes up when the door to her hut secretly opens, and the male fighter enters. He is a young warrior who has been openly lusting after her earlier today. "Strip!" Yara orders him closely, but the male only seems to get even more excited, getting a chance with the most exotic woman of their clan is only a dream of many.

“Dude, do you realize that you raised a fucking badass real-life Black Widow, Sarah Conor, Lara Croft action heroine?” “I’m aware.” Dad nodded. “No. You don’t get it, Mister Yashida…er, I guess it’s Kinsley. But you don’t get it. She burst into the room. Daytime stripper tried to open her mouth, and bam, something shot out from Hana’s wrist and right between the stripper’s eyes.” Pamela poked her forehead.