Yandere Simulator Students Novels & Stories

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

“Do you think Sir Angelo would be enslaved by my charisma?” “Enslaved? Are you even the temple whore of the literary epic of Gilgamesh?” “Ishtar? Nope.” “Do you also a fan of him?” She just nodded. “Whatever, Yana.” “There he is.” Yana shyly told me as our teacher came in. “Good morning, Sir.” The other girls greeted him. “Look at her,” Yana said, rolling her eyes. “She is also a fan like you. Don’t be too selfish, though.”

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 know you know who I’m talking about, Alessandra Noone. The guy at the party. Tall, insanely hot, literally picked you up and walked out of the party like some Alpha superhero, oh my.” She grinned at me while pretending to fan herself like she was warm. If that’s what Naya thinks, it must be most of what the other girls in the student body thinks, too. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lied, before finishing my coffee and burying my face onto my pillow. “Such a liar,” Naya said with zero hesitation. “But okay, fine, be like that. I’m giving you a pass for now, but I am getting those answers before the day ends, Alessandra Noone!”

"There's nothing wrong with your ears. You heard right." "So you are dating Colton Hastings? Wow! Never thought I'd see this day." She muttered, lifting her eyebrows in surprise. "I never thought that too." I grumbled, looking at my new fake boyfriend as he strolled into the school with his two best friends hanging on both his sides like they were his very own sexy minions. "And how did this even happen?" Simone inquired, licking her finger that was smeared with Nutella. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "How did you even get that on your finger? And stop licking it, you're giving the guys a signal."

“Not even remotely, last year when we did The Taming of the Shrew we were lucky to pass.” “Yes, and now we’re about to be given Much Ado About Nothing in our first lesson today. I found that out yesterday when I was talking with Ms. S.” Ms. S, or Ms. Starner, is one of the more interesting and eccentric teachers at this school, but she really likes it when Axel puts in some enthusiasm, truthfully though it’s so he can get ahead in assignments by reading the novels early. “What does that have to do with anything?”

She reached for her water glass, sipping to hide her reaction. Across the table, one of the other graduate students—a handsome PhD candidate from Yale—smiled at her. “Professor Vale tells us you are presenting tomorrow on Catherine Earnshaw’s sadomasochistic tendencies. I am looking forward to it.” The vibrator kicked into a pulsing pattern. She nearly choked on her water. “Thank you,” she managed, voice only slightly strained. “I hope it… lives up to expectations.” Lucian’s thumb stroked her thigh in approval. The toy tormented her through the entire meal—never enough to push her over, just enough to keep her perpetually on the edge. By dessert, she was gripping the tablecloth under the tab

When he finally came, he flooded my pussy with a massive load, pumping me full until it leaked down my thighs. But he wasn’t done. He pressed the intercom on his desk. “Send them in.” The door opened. Five elite male students, all handsome, rich, and dominant, walked in, their eyes lighting up when they saw me bent over the desk, cum dripping from my pussy. “Gentlemen,” Elias said, slapping my ass. “Your new study partner is here. Use her however you want. She’s here to help you ‘relax’ before finals.” The first student, a tall quarterback named Marcus, stepped forward and shoved his cock straight into my mouth. Another, a pre-law genius named Kyle, pushed into my pussy from behind. The othe

The instructor’s sharp voice sliced through the silence. I looked up. “No, sir.” He narrowed his eyes, then turned to Xander. “You. Partner with him for today’s simulation.” My stomach dropped. Of course. Of course it had to be him. Xander’s smirk returned — slow, deliberate, and filled with a kind of lazy cruelty. He rose from his seat, sauntering over to my desk as if the world revolved around his amusement. “Try to keep up,” he murmured as he passed me the strategy chip. “Wouldn’t want you blowing up another lab.”

the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress. "Hi, I am Craven Steven Vera, a Bervel and the lightning user," "And Xenon Vamir, Vlader and the fire user," Xenon introduced. "And we are..." “THE XEDIAN!” And that's when the students shouted because of admiration. They seem to have lost their minds. The people next to me also screamed, especially Shantelle. Adrian is also getting involved.