Yandere Simulator Male Rivals Novels & Stories

Right as I turned the corner, something soft hit my shoulder. I stumbled slightly, blinking down as a foam ball dropped to the floor. Almost immediately, a group of guys at a corner table cheered like I’d just walked into something intentional. “Got her!” I blinked at them. “Got who?” “You got hit.” The tallest one pointed at me like it was obvious. “That counts.” “By a foam ball?” I said flatly. “Still counts.” “So what now?” I asked. “You choose.” The middle one, wearing a silly grin, said it like he’d explained this a hundred times. “Either you pay five dollars into the pot or you take a dare.”

“I can't see any of you losing” “We will still be together” interjected Nicholas. “Yes we will. We will be together just like we are in the very same room with our beautiful mate” confirmed Alexander. “I want you to promise me” stated Leila, battering her eyes on her mates. The one who wins becomes Alpha and the one who loses will be Beta” “That’s impossible Leila” sighed Alexander. “No. You have to promise me.” Snapped Leila. Nicholas pulled Leila on his lap, “We are from legendary alpha bloodline, we cannot be beta” he cooed.

“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?”

The public went crazy when Asashi addressed them in his deep, charismatic voice while Aera preferred to stay silent. They took their seats on the balcony on the second floor, right above ours. “Now entering the participants from the Wenos pack. Prince Devon Wenos and Prince Ragnar Maverick.” I tightened my grip on my hand, holding my breath as Devon and Ragnar entered the courtroom. I got goosebumps when I saw both of them alive again. Devon looked so young. Why wouldn’t he? He and Ragnar were twenty-one years old. But nothing had changed about Devon’s poker face. Ragnar was an aggressive copy of Devon. While Devon remained expressionless even when he was angry, Ragnar would reveal his hosti

This beautiful specimen of a man whose eyes reminded me of sweet caramel toffees? I blushed, cheeks filling with color, when I realized I was staring. “Your Majesty,” Damon's cold arid voice filled my ears and there was that smell. Sandalwood. He stood beside the Lycan King's throne, gesturing at me. “Behold, your bride. Camille Lionheart,” My brows snapped at the name. “It's Catherine,” “Does it matter?” Damon scoffed, folding his arms. “You're Lionheart all the same-”

“I, Alpha Prince Eamon, son of Alpha Rowan of the Red Crescent Pack, reject you…” He paused, his brow furrowing. “What’s your name again?” The crowd burst into laughter, and my humiliation deepened. It is only now his face finally shows an emotion, flushed red as if he only just realized he didn't know the name of his mate. Before I could answer Someone shouted, “Hannah Welsh!” He nodded curtly. “I, Alpha Prince Eamon, son of Alpha Rowan, reject you, Hannah Welsh, as my mate from this day forward.”

“Alright, we’ll talk later.” Before I could say anything else he hangs up the phone on me. Who would want to reject their mate and why does he think that my baby girl could be his mate? I can feel Simonis just stalking around in the back of my mind wanting to tear Alpha Damian apart if he touches what is ours. I know he says that he doesn’t want his mate, but I can hear it in his voice that he really does. (Aeliana POV)

Sky says in my head again, as I get to the bottom of the stairs, I start to make my way to the kitchen, I don't know why she's doing this, maybe it's her first time seeing a kitchen. I stand outside the door looking in but the only person in the kitchen was Ryan, why's she getting so excited about Ryan? "Mate, that's mate," my wolf said happily, making me just stand there in a state of shock, this dude is my brother! I can't physically be mated to him. "Dude that's my brother, that isn't my mate you've made a mistake," I say, still staring into the kitchen, he hadn't noticed me yet, luckily.

Not because I'm smart or anything. This time, before sending Damian's boss away to be more precise. I took the time to join uncle's simulation. I don't know what the purpose of this simulation is, but uncle said that the simulation he made will be useful for us when starting the real thing. I don't know if everyone understood what Uncle Frans said or not, but I just followed. Sometimes—because of learning from experience—just going along with it can add to our insight. So, I decided to just go along with them. To enter this uncle's room only, we are only allowed to enter a pair. And a pause of 1 hour after one pair enters, then the next pair will enter. And this time, I'm with Evan. Actually

Jealousy flared in his chest as if he had been burned on a stake. Tova gulped down his whiskey, lunged forward to grab her arm and slmmed her against a wall. His lips peeled and showed his fangs. “Do you want him to be your mate? Huh?” She turned to look at him with a fierce look in her eyes. “Why not? He has only helped me and listened to me unlike you.” “You push too far, woman!” he growled. At this point of time the only man who he wanted to kill was Fenris. Shred his body into pieces and throw them across the Lore.