Yandere Simulator Horuda Novelas e Histórias

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Hanie and Caroline can only shake their heads seeing what’s happening in front of them. “Woah! They really match each other,” Caroline mumbles, making Hanie turns to look at her best friend. “Who are you talking about, Car?” asks Hanie curiously. “Naara and-- ouch, shit!” Caroline curses as she loses her balance, accidentally struck by the horde of girls screaming Adelrado’s name. “They’re always acting like barbarians once they stand in a radius from Adelrado. Such uncivilized violent women!” Hanie growls as she glares at the group of women following that lecherous guy, Adelrado.

"Achievements? Oh, I've played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest's quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!" Verda looked horrified. "Horror games are really going downhill. We've got a romance gamer with us? It's seriously pathetic." "You do realize the monsters here aren't just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won't work." I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. "Actually… I've also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes." Everyone froze. Not just the

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.

In the year 2224, I won the lottery to participate in a romance otome game. As long as I maxed out the male lead’s affection meter, I would clear the game and walk away with a ten-million credit reward. But the moment I entered the game, the system malfunctioned and completely lost contact with me. Luckily, I had been briefed beforehand: the male lead I needed to romance would have white hair. Everyone else in the game would have black hair. So the day I spotted a boy in a school uniform with silver-white hair, my heart just about exploded. I had finally found my target.

As our lips touch, I flip us over. He looks mildly shocked as I straddle him. "My turn." He watches me with hooded eyes as I pull down his shorts and expose his exceptional length. "Andrea wait," he protests. He jerks as I take him into my mouth, his protests ceasing immediately. He groans as I use my tongue against him, sucking as I move my head up and down. "Fuck," he swears as I hollow my cheeks. I look at him through my lashes. His pupils are completely dilated, his breathing labored.

Jarnja laughed to low Hel, then plopped her cross-legged, clean boots on the table, chugged more mead out of a horn, her mane shining like polar bear fur as rosy musk wafted from her horns, and dug into the rye bread. "Yes, Gods forbid it. We would not want you to take after rapist Wotan with the hapless victim Rind," Yolanda said, cutting into the cow heart and taking a challenging bite. She took her knife, then slid it across the table into Jarnja's plate so that the colostrum stew wetted Jarnja's thigh. "Oh my. How unmaidenly of me. But then again, I am a Valkyrie, and before that, I was a horsewoman. Not much maidenly manners about me."

Now that the singing had penetrated her stressed brain, it was pretty darned hard to miss. “And that was ‘Love Is Like a Butterfly,’” Maria announced in an impressed voice, as if she’d found the off-key rendition very enjoyable. Further proof that her sister-in-law really was a kind, kind vampire. Now, the next singer to come on stage is ,” Maria glanced at the square of paper she held, “Sophia Anderson-”