Fanfiction Citrus Scale Novels & Stories

AUTHOR’S POV “How certain are you?” Cassian asked. “50…” Candy whispered but when Cassian tightened his grip on her her arm, she winced not from his actions but the pain in her heart, “99%” Cassian sighed, he pulled his hand away from Cindy and ran it through his hair. “Don't worry about it. Perhaps I'm overthinking. Who knows I might be wrong.” Cindy said trying to calm him down.

But she also wanted to curse. How could it look the same and also have the same taste? Or could it be that every man tastes the same? Scarlet shook her head. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base and winked at the alpha. She swooped down and continued working hard. The alpha's grunt filled the air while Scarlet's mouth kept making a wet sound as she tried to pleasure the alpha. [DING! AFFECTION POINT +10] Scarlet's eyes widened. A smile appeared on her face, easing the slight pain in her cheeks as she increased her movement.

"Jake's affection level for me is only 60% right now. With a score this low, how could I possibly be number one?" The system let out a snort. "Who says affection levels determine rankings? That's an old-fashioned method from the previous systems. There's no scientific basis for it at all. "Each mission carries its own difficulty level. Some people start with an affection level of 90%, while others begin in the negatives. It would obviously be unfair to judge success solely by reaching 100% affection. "Because of this, the new generation of systems measures performance by the range of affection fluctuations. The larger the fluctuation, the stronger your influence over the other person.

With the force of the impact, Caspian quickly retreated, directly pulling away from Zac. "I told you that you're not my opponent." Zac grinned again. Even though his hand was in excruciating pain and more than half of his scales were peeled off in that instant, Zac was overjoyed. That time, he still had the advantage. Even if one had the means, the realm was still the most direct standard to measure a person's strength.

“I’m serious. I can’t take this anymore. He’s crossed every imaginable line.” Cassidy grins and leans in. “Easy there, girl. I envy you, though. Getting to experience this whole mate bond thing. I’ve read about that feeling so many times in those supernatural historical romance novels. I’ve seen other members of the community describe it too—‘The moment the heroine decides to fight for what she wants.’ It’s powerful. It’s giving serious main character energy.” Luna giggles, nudging her teasingly. “So, how powerful is it, huh? On a scale from one to ‘I’m gonna burn the house down’?”

My heart fluttered. I bite my lower lip, my stomach tingling with shyness. I hate how annoyingly reassuring he was. Boris smirked. “Well, well. The fake couple.” I rolled my eyes. “Original indeed.” Barbara stared at me with conflicted emotion. There was guilt, fear, resentment, and perfect weaknesses. The system projected glowing score bars above each pair. Trust Levels. Boris & Barbara — 88% Melissa & Gavin —41% I choked. “FORTY-ONE??”

Maybe this was the app’s way of determining someone’s sexual stamina? After sixty long seconds, the toy actually stopped moving inside her, but Cassie felt hot all over, and her nipples were perky. The appl blinked, and Cassie took some time to collect her thoughts to answer the question. “On the scale of 1 to 100, how close were you to orgasming?” Laughing slightly at the question, Cassie rolled her eyes and rated that a modest 5%. Something of that intensity wasn’t able to make her come, merely wet.

I kept typing, slow and calm— [I do. [I also know Heidi will never love me.] [But here's the funny part.] [She'll never truly love Andy either.] [What she loves is the idea of some pure, helpless golden-boy lead who always needs saving.] [And if Andy ever stops fitting that role—] I paused, watching her pupils tighten, then finished typing— [Do you think she'd still choose him?]

“I’m sure Ciara and I will get along famously. Women in our circles learn to share the spotlight.” Share. The implication is filled with suggestion. My thighs press together under my dress, Cain’s earlier release still marking me. I hate how my body remembers him. I imagine clawing Cain's face now. My nails raking down those sharp cheekbones while I ride him hard enough to bruise us both. In the fantasy, he bleeds, and I come screaming his name anyway. Pathetic. I'm pathetic! “Lovely,” I manage. My voice doesn’t waver. Good.

I force the corners of my mouth to stretch upward, ignoring the sharp, stinging pain that shoots through my split lip. “Of course I am, Cass. You have to make do with what you can in a shithole like this. A little blood never killed anyone.” The moment the words leave my mouth, a hum vibrates right against my retinas. The translucent blue rectangular screen flashes in the center of my vision, its static-laced text hovering directly above Cassian’s head. [PROXIMITY SYNC CRITICAL UPDATE] [+21% LIKING TO YOU] I stare at the floating digital text, a quiet, irritated sigh escaping my nose.