Cheating System Novels & Stories

She practically lunged across the room, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward her. "Who the hell is she?" she spat. I turned to her with a frosty expression. "It's none of your business, Quinn." "None of my business? Are you serious? You're my boyfriend! Do you even realize this is cheating?" Cheating? I couldn't help but laugh. Layla immediately stepped in front of me, and her wary gaze locked on Quinn. "Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you."

The 3rd judge, a woman, read out with a smirk on her face. A lied C cheated B said maybe one of A or C cheated C said B didn't cheat it is me who cheated. A said B cheated A lied C cheated. B lied B cheated C lied B cheated D lied C cheated "What is the correct answer?" Stacey, you have twenty seconds Mr Jordan announced.

] As I stared at the words, my last shred of hope that this was just a misunderstanding completely shattered. I tried keying in Selena’s birthday as the password. But it was wrong. Then, I tried Dolce’s birthday. It was still wrong. In the end, I keyed in Howard’s birthday, and the phone unlocked. As I stared at the screen, I laughed. Their chat was full of evidence of their despicable affair over the past few years. When Howard said that he wanted a new phone, Selena transferred 1,000 dollars to him. Once, Howard complained that his classmates all had cars, and Selena took money from our shared account and paid the deposit for him.

"What do you mean?" "She's been lacing your food with spermicide. It's enough to make you sterile forever." He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "She had it all planned out. Once you become sterile, she'll have enough reason to divorce you and take your money. Then, she'll marry me." So that was it. That was why we could never have our own children! Fury pulsed through my veins, filling my body with enough strength to stand back up. I slammed my palm right into Christopher's cheek. "You bastards!"

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

He sat on the living room floor next to Carter, and they both held plastic video game controllers. "You cannot just steal my car during a street race," Miller complained loudly to Carter. He mashed the buttons on his controller in frustration. "That is cheating, and you know it." Carter just laughed and kept his eyes focused on the television screen. "It is not cheating if the game allows me to hijack your vehicle, Miller. You just need to drive faster."

He must have felt like he was the picturesque hero who was ready to risk it all to save his one true love. After we were several kilometers away from the venue, the driver suddenly removed his sunglasses. It was Noah. “Grace, have you ever jumped out of a moving car before?” He turned to me with a smile and snapped his fingers. Three seconds later, we threw the car door open and flung ourselves out into the thick pile of snow lining the side of the road. Meanwhile, the car continued to steer itself using the automated driving system. It accelerated into a river that was almost completely frozen.

and "hiding behind technical jargon to mislead people." He leaned harder into the "wronged genius" act. Posted his old awards and achievements, captioned: "Five straight championships weren't luck. The truth will speak for itself." His team jumped in, pushing the narrative. They said I was "milking this for attention," trying to bury the truth under feelings and old trophies. He kept denying everything. Fine. I tagged him. [Since you didn't cheat, run it back.] My rules were simple. [Brand-new computers from the Actuarial Society. Full livestream. No outside devices. Problems drawn on the spot. Three hours. Loser apologizes and walks away from the profession. Forever.]

"Are you not ashamed of yourself?" I scoffed lightly, finding everything ridiculous, but I received no reply. This was obviously cheating; it's a rigged game where noone dare to speak up. How could everyone decided to accept this kind of cheating which was being repeated always. No wonder he always wins. Part of me actually thought he might really woke up early this morning but seeing all this, means it's also rigged. I gave Cassius a angry stare but he didn't even pay any attention to me as he held my hand tight because once our hand break away from each other, we are both out.

Do you want to claim your reward? [ new mission was issued by the system] [ mission: Buy slaves 0/20] [ reward: Military Training Manual (superior)].