Yandere Simulator Nemesis Novels & Stories

The arrogance and being a highly on his self as an Alpha. “How about mind you own manners, this woman you are flirting is my mate don’t you think?” Knight did the same way how Warren look at him, it’s not hard to gathered some attention because of the pheromones their emitting. “You always talking about mate as if you really want her as your mate and considered her as your lover, don’t you feel ashamed every time you are claiming she’s you mate when we both know that she’s the one who owned you?” Warren use bad tone, it’s really unformal.

There was a pause, and then Helena laughed, low and unafraid, and I understood again why I loved this woman. "A machine," she said. "Thirty years dead and still spiteful. Very well. Then it has made its first error, child, because it opened with me, and I keep everything. Every document it just weaponised, I hold the context for. Send Lydia. We will answer its lie with a longer truth." But when the call ended, my father spoke from the back seat, and his voice was grave. "It did not err," he said. "Understand what you just saw. The Engine did not attack Helena because she is vulnerable. It attacked her because she is your structure. Think, Elara.

“How the hell do you know my name, you nameless bitch?!” “Mind the way you speak to me,” I warned quietly. “I could crush you in two seconds. I’ve changed so much over the years.” Her confusion turned into frustration. “Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name?!” I smiled—slow, regal, purposeful. Then I took two calculated steps closer, towering above her with a quiet confidence she could never match. “I AM YOUR NEMESIS.”

she laughed further, like a heartless witch that she is. They say everyone deserves a second chance, but that doesn’t apply to Anna, because she is the most dangerous, heartless, and cruel woman you might ever come across. “I need to run along. Now that the pest is gone, I need to end Sofia also, so I can claim Derek once more, because he is mine, and mine alone,” she stood up with a wicked smirk around her lips. She dusted her clothes and continued rampaging around the bush again. “Why is this bush so endless? It seems I will never get to where I am going,” she hissed in irritation.

“So stop talking like you do.” “I don’t need to know you,” she says. “I can already see what you’re becoming.” Her voice is soft. Quiet. A beat. Then— “And I can tell you’re afraid of it.” My breath stills. For a moment, there is nothing but the hum of the cell. Then her final words settle into the space between us like something carefully placed: “For you, he is not merely a mate,” she says. “He is a male who was already obsessed. The bond only gave it permission. Only made it worse.”

She abruptly stopped walking, nearly making me trip. Groaning under my breath, I turned to look at a face so identical to mine it was kinda trippy. “Seriously?” She said, dark brown eyes narrowed at me. “Seriously.” I repeated, keeping my expression blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her lips pressed into a thin line that told me she was getting annoyed. “Okay, I’ll make it simple for you. For the past three years, no matter how much Hunter annoyed you, you’ve never hit him. So what did he say tonight that pissed you off so much?”

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

More like stabbing it with Anthrax. Hmmm... Anthrax would be genuinely pleased to unleash pain and misery on her. What she desires more than ever now is to use Janice Jordan through her ritual process of pain and misery and watch the horror and fear on her face as she ripped off her fingers one by one. Her face morphed into a devilish delight as she played with the images of her fantasies in her head. Janice arched her eyebrow. What is that psycho thinking now? Amber Harvard... A lonely lost girl who is a victim of a family breakdown. A mentally deranged mother and a power-drunk father.

I told her. “A little late for that, don’t ya think?” She said to me. I pushed past her, and walked right up to him to say hi. It was stupid of me to feel uneasy about my dream in the first place. He seemed nice enough? As I approach him, I still can’t bring myself to look him in the eye. “Hello, I saw you and your friend run in here. I came to make sure you weren’t in any kind of trouble or anything.” He teased, as I was walking up. I laughed, nervously. I finally mustered up the guts to actually look him in the eye. My gaze was met with the most electrifying color of green I have ever seen. There were little gray and silver specs throughout, with a slightly darker green ring around the out

I tried to stay positive, maybe it was not what I was thinking, but then the projector screen, flip on, the projector screen that was supposed to show couples pictures of me and Ethan, wasn’t showing that. It was showing a video of Ethan and Diana kissing. When I saw it I broke down, I looked at his face, but he was smiling. He didn't even have any hint of guilt or remorse, it was like he wanted me to watch it. He gave me a mockery look. Tears rolling down my eyes, Kira immediately ran to me, trying to console me, but I was out of it. The pain was too unbearable, I felt my heart was shattering, but then I stood up, maybe not what I think, I tried to convince myself.