Yandere Simulator Pfp Novels & Stories

I may have failed to get Ralph’s number the night before, but that’s no longer an issue. Downloading the app, I skillfully make a fake profile under the name Anya before uploading a few retouched and sexy photos of myself. I also make sure to change my age, making it look like I’m some typical fun loving and flirty college girl. Once my page is set, I’m free to browse the other profiles. It doesn’t take me long to find Ralph’s, causing me to laugh at how careless he is. I open his page so I can read over his details, shaking my head as I notice his status is set to “single.”

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Day 1 Koyama Yua is everyone's dream girl. She has brunette hair, tiger-like eyes, a button nose, and fluffy cheeks. She's intelligent, gorgeous, sexy, and cute. And everyone really likes her here because she is kind. I'm not saying I'm terrible but she's approachable. She always has a smile on her face while I don't. I'm not a very friendly person... And the reason is that I am shy. I'm shy around new people and wasn't able to go talk to them.

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.

I rake my eyes on my clothes. It's extremely confusing what to wear when you have a lot of options, but I love this confusion. Only this one! I have chosen white fitting denim jeans and a white cotton top with puffy short sleeves. We aren't allowed in the beauty parlour. I need to shave my arms before bathing. I love my sisters. Sas and Saavi are really good human beings, with no ego, humble, down to earth, they love me from the core of their heart. I don't have the fairest skin. People expect girls to have the fairest skin. I have ivory skin, I don't care. I love myself. Sim is a bit egoistic, okay I'm wrong, it's not a bit. I know she is jealous of me. I don't know the reasons yet. She nev

VHAN made a pose like a pro model when Xyneth asked who he is,"I'm Vhan Ry and I'm the most handsome in the universe." Xyneth was looking at him in a poker face. "I am the most handsome you know, why are you giving me a poker face?"He pouted making her chuckled and earned him Yves' glared. "And so, nothing can beat at Xavy's cuteness."She said making Xavy hugged her and grinned.

How wonderfully old school, and they said Lucy didn't have a sense of humor anymore. "Nadya Simmons." Her name rolled off my tongue and made a shiver run down my spine and right into my prick. I groped at myself, looking at her picture, cupping my balls. "Single and ready to mingle based on all these wet dreams she's been having lately after a certain Father Jacobs, Zachary Teller, and Piotr Bartko. Oh, she definitely has a type: tall, dark, and vaguely threatening. I think I can work with that for a honeypot. But what about—"

Amadeus suddenly voiced and took one of the pictures amongst the pile and placed it in the middle of the table. “Ahh yes, I remember her, although she did not leave an impression with her looks, but she had good proportions and had really nice emotions as if she experienced those pain herself.” “What was her name again?” “Nyx?” “Ahh yes, Shiro Nyx, that's what she said. She looked a lot like Japanese or a mix of Korean?” “She is pretty, but we could work something out with her style,” “She reminded me of a woman from the ’50s, although it suits her, Arah, the protagonist, is a whole new different style.”

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Daniella holds my phone in her hands and starts the procedure, “What is your email address you’re going to register this account with?” “IAmAChandelier@Minerva.com” there I said. “Sure!” Surprisingly, Daniella didn’t laugh at my email address, instead she continued on creating the account for me. She names my account @Henrietta_Chandelier, she drops the selfie we just took into my phone and uses it as my account’s profile photo. “Done.” she passes the phone back to me. There, I take it close to my eyes and look at my profile photo. A contented smile appears on my face.