Cheating System Novels & Stories

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

“Goodness, it really says 1610! This is insane!” “I knew it! How could someone who barely studies casually score over 1550? Of course it’s cheating! That explains everything!” “Ridiculous! Pretending to be a top student while failing herself? Cheating for points, doesn’t she feel dirty? And we praised her like it was normal? That’s disgusting!” “Maybe the SAT website made a mistake? Scoring 1610 by cheating is insane, totally impossible!” Vivian nodded frantically. “Yes, officer, maybe my score system made a mistake? Can you refresh it a few more times?”

Erik stood behind him with his head low. "Well, aren't we brilliant, figuring out ways to play the system?" My heart sank. I glanced at Erik, but he avoided my gaze. At that moment, Dad's phone chimed with a notification. A mechanical female voice spelled out my crime and Erik's accomplishment, "User Erik Jacobson has reported system-cheating behavior and protected the integrity of the family rules. 200 points added."

I watched her with calm amusement. “Oh? What exactly have I done?” Julianne crossed her arms and announced to our parents with full confidence, “You guys might not know this, but I saw it myself at school. Zinnia failed three pop quizzes in a row. The trust shares are based on grades and merit. Even with the system, she shouldn’t get anything near this much. “She’s obviously cheating. Either she hacked the system or messed with her school records. She’s trying to steal what’s ours!

Antony turned and walked toward the specialists’ booth. “Anything yet? Did he cheat?” he asked, unable to suppress the burning curiosity rising inside him. If Adrian had found a way to cheat the system, it could ruin everything—his reputation, his business, and the city’s credibility. If word reached the higher ranks outside Vereluxe, it would be over. “Sir… the system didn’t record any unusual activity or evidence of cheating,” one technician said, glancing at his screen, confused. “But…” he added hesitantly, “The player didn’t use any known skills. And DeathValley did activate a defensive shield along with other attacks.”

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

He stood frozen in place, looking exactly like a stray dog abandoned by the entire world. We had already driven far away by the time the System's notification finally stuttered back to life. "Ding… Kendrick's affection level has increased by 10%… His current affection level is 50%…"

And I was his attentive student. "See?" he said, pointing the end of a marker at the board. "He's cheating over, trying to cut you off. If you'd just trusted me to be in position, you could have bounced it off the boards and I'd have been there for the breakaway. You tried to be the hero instead of playing the system." "The system," I repeated, letting the word hang in the air. "Right." He looked at me, his head tilted. "You're a quick study. Now get out of here."

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.