روايات وقصص ضمن Yandere Simulator

"I’ll give her a Crystal Core to absorb later. I guarantee she’ll advance to the Second Order by tomorrow morning. It won’t be a problem." Upon hearing this, the other teammates’ eyes instantly filled with lecherous intent. "Understood! Those women have top-tier faces and bodies. Once we take care of all the men, won’t the women be entirely at our mercy?" Only Yara was inside her tent arranging her sleeping bag, her expression exceptionally foul. She cursed internally, "Dog! I’ve served you for so long, yet you still drool over other young girls the moment you see them. You even scheme right in front of me. Next time I get the chance, I’ll definitely carve up those vixens’ faces!"

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

I slipped the sleek VR headset on in my private lab, heart beating faster. As the lead designer, I had poured months into this hyper-realistic erotic simulator. Today marked the first full test with Kai, our top programmer. He joined from his station across the building, his avatar loading beside mine in a luxurious virtual beach villa. "System ready, Ava?" his voice came through crystal clear, sounding exactly like him—deep and smooth. His digital form looked incredibly lifelike, tall with defined muscles and handsome features that matched his real striking appearance.

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.

The glow from the simulation tank intensified. Evryn instinctively stepped back as the silhouettes inside came into sharper focus—four women, all her, but not. They stood unmoving in a circle, each with a distinct expression carved into their face—pain, fury, serenity, and... emptiness. Kai’s hand found hers. “Are they copies?” “No,” Aurex whispered, scanning the interface. “They’re iterations. Alternate consciousnesses pulled from simulated failures of Project E.V.E.R. All quarantined memory fragments. Until now.”

I see my warriors flinch and I’m pretty sure I did too. “Let’s see you rape someone now, asshole!” she says as Simon screams in pain. “Will he bleed out?” I ask Yara. “Depends on how strong his wolf is. We could cauterize it if you’re not ready for him to die yet,” she says dispassionately. I've only seen Yara like this once before. When she squeezed that Beta's organs to make him let go of her. It’s a side I don't see often, but when I do, she's a little scary.

"This is Simon, my Beta." Simon flashed a small smile; I returned it. Then Jaxon gestured to the woman beside him—black hair, confident posture, eyes sharp enough to cut. "And this is Natasha. Simon's mate—and my Gamma." What the hell? "Wait—hold on." I blinked. "You have a female Gamma?" Natasha chuckled, a low, smooth sound. "Pretty surprising, isn't it, ma'am?" "Oh, please don't call me ma'am," I blurted quickly. "Aurora is fine."

“I understand.” “Good,” Zelda said briskly. “Now, let’s see how it looks with the accessories.” Lady Amara handed me a gold necklace with a ruby pendant, and Zelda adjusted it around my neck. Everything felt symbolic, and I tried not to let it overwhelm me. As they fussed over the finishing touches, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of doubt. Was I truly ready for this? For everything that came with being Kane’s mate? The thought was as heavy as the fabric draped over me.

Substitution simulation commencing. The crowd gasped as my mother froze mid-breath, her body turning stiff and lifeless. All eyes turned to the giant screen, now displaying a simulation. The audience grew increasingly curious, all wondering what kind of life my mom would have had if she were me. In the simulation, a baby girl was born—a replica of me in appearance and physique. The system identified her as "Subject One." She would relive my exact life circumstances, but her goals and decisions would be driven by my mother's consciousness, stripped down to focus on academics and filial duty.

I took the seat next to Andrew and resisted the urge to take his hand in mine. "This is Anastasia from the neighbouring cleric pack. She was recommended to me for this situation we find ourselves in. It is not often that a mate bond is called into question but given the family and the history I agree we need to get ahead of this before we go forward. Anastasia, can you please explain what and how this works?" The A****n looking woman steps more into the light and I was taken aback by her beauty. Andrew gasp slightly but remain silent otherwise beside me.