Yandere Simulator Male Rivals Novels & Stories

"I understand now. So both fighters depend entirely on magic? It's no surprise that your physical body is not strong. However, I have something valuable to teach you. The perfect avatar is not Sigma, Gamma, or any other persona. It's your main body, Anesidora. I doubt that you have flexible stats, but we can spend the whole night experimenting with each of you to see what we can come up with." "I'm pretty sure tomorrow is the first day of school, so I should definitely sleep early." "Ah, my poor little darling, I told you once, don't show me anything interesting if you don't want me to kidnap you. We're going to review every inch of this system, every piece of code. I can't wait to start pla

“Faster. You’re too slow. Your enemy would have killed you three times over by now.” “Is that really the best you can do? I expected more from you.” Each criticism stung more than the last. I was trying my hardest, but nothing seemed to satisfy him. And through it all, he maintained that cold, detached demeanor, like I was just another warrior in need of training, not someone he’d been about to mark during the full moon. The final straw came during a combat simulation. Andrei had set up a scenario where Damon and I had to defend against multiple attackers—played by some of the Moonshadow warriors. We were doing reasonably well until Andrei suddenly changed the rules.

I sighed, beginning to wonder if there were even men out there like that, and I heard Zaine laughing next to me, totally interuppting my flow of ideas. “Jeez, you make me sound like a serious sap.” He poked my belly, laughing again. “Is that the sort of shit that women want? Because I think they may be waiting a while…” I opened my eyes to give him a cold stare, before rolling my eyes. “And you wonder why you are single?” He chuckled again before shrugging. “Just sounds like a lot of effort if you ask me.” “I think it depends on the woman to be fair, but I think man or woman, it is nice to feel desired. Nice to feel wanted. To be spoiled. Treated…” I explained, and this time his big brown ey

There is only flow. Thrust. A wave of pleasure ripples through the entire simulation. Thrust. The colors of the universe shift from blue to violent, ecstatic red. "Harder," I beg. "I can't hurt you here," Alex says. "There is no pain. Only intensity." He drives into me. He expands inside me, his code rewriting mine. We are playing roles we perfected over a lifetime. I am the Submissive. I am the open port. I am the receiver. He is the Dominant. He is the signal. He is the command.

My jaw falls at that, and my eyes practically pop out of my head. “Four!” “Five! Goddess I love a girl that fights back,” a male yells. “Six!” “Seven! Ohhh I love redhead with fire,” a male shouts. “We’ve got a hot one heerrrrre gents! She’s also… a REEEEED WOOOOOLF! Who’s got eight million for this rare beauty,” the announcer screams. When five more males bid enthusiastically, I’m so stunned I can barely breathe. Me stabbing someone … turns them on?? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!

Nathan “Wait Rowan, what?” I asked my wolf in confusion, “he is our mate,” Rowan said in my head. The revelation hit me like a hammer to the head. How could Leo possibly be my mate yet I was not into men. “Are you sure?” I asked again. “I can never be wrong, his scent calls to us.”

The fact that she’s not giving up just makes her look desperate. I see her eyes flick to where I am a moment before she fake stumbles into Yorick. I’m not at all surprised that my mate catches her. He’s got four sisters, three of them are younger than he is. I would guess he’s been catching Alpha females most of his life. But in doing so, Menace takes the opportunity to press her body to his and gets her lips too fucking close to my man. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Rina snarls.

I smile and walk around my desk and offer her my hand. "Miss Jones, it is a pleasure", I say, and she takes my hand on hers, and she automatically puts it away after we touch for just one second. It doesn't feel long enough. What am I thinking? This is the woman that broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She raises her head and looks up into my eyes, saying ht pleasure is hers. I walk, guiding her to the table at the end of the office. I rest my hand on her lower back while she sways her hips walking. I pull her chair and then take my place in front of her. I rest back on my chair, locking my fingers with each other, and I look at her. Her eyes look the same, and she looks exactly the same.

My heart did a weird fluttery thing at the comment “You are such a menace.” “Says the guy yelling like we’re in a soap opera.” I dragged my hand down my face and it felt so exhausted “Get the fuck out.” “Come on, sunflower,” he said, still not leaving. “We’re supposed to be pretending we’re in love, right? Lovers share bathrooms. And beds.” “Yeah, but we're pretending to be in love .Meaning we don’t actually have to do all that shit.” Brandon cocked an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “If you were straight, wouldn’t you be freaking out right now? You’re acting like I’m gonna jump you or something.”

Sebastian's POV I sat in the back of my Aston Martin, scrolling through my tablet for the daily hand exercise game I did when I was stressed out. It was the most peaceful thing right now. The numbers and patterns kept my mind occupied. Kept me from thinking about things I didn't want to think about. I didn't involve myself in matters involving rivals. Dominic had been my rival since college. After what caused the accident of the Rossis, it separated the business deals between our families. Generational rivals. That's all we were supposed to be.