Fantasy Simulator Novels & Stories

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

"What are you waiting for, apply now" Amal and I are gonna be world-class bakers, well that’s if we win the competition. We have been wanting to apply but couldn’t because the application form is quite expensive. I have some money saved which I want to use to buy Khalil a wheelchair but I think I’m using it to apply for the competition instead since I’m getting a double salary at the grocery store this month.

"I feel like I'm living in a fantasy." Braden closed the gap between our lips and kissed me deeply. His hand going behind my head gripping hair slightly pressing my lips harder against his. He pulled away slightly, causing me to whimper because he stopped. "Tonight, I'm taking your innocence and making you mine." Braden growled. I nodded in response. Braden closed the gap again and kissed me softly this time. "Come on, let's get out of here and go pay Allie and Miranda a visit." I nodded, as Braden took a step away from me. He smirked. "Afraid to look down ain't you darling." He said teasingly.

I didn’t thank her, just turned around to face the next one that was rushing towards us, my claws slashing through fur and flesh. We moved in sync, unspoken, our bodies remembering what I refused to acknowledge. The simulation pushed us harder, more dark ones pouring from the shadows without any pause. I stole a glance at Amira when I heard her laugh. She was enjoying herself. She always did find the simulation easy, no matter the level it was. She had mastered it better than all of us, and it was evident in how easily she predicted their movements. I would have to tell Rune that the Sparta simulation would need to be visited and upgraded. If Amira was easily scaling through it, then the har

I have never heard of the word before, but once I saw Luna Nora step forward with her arms outstretched I knew it had only something to do with magic. "We will be watching although you will neither feel our presence, or see it. Remember, you are in a simulation, but the warriors and people you see here are real," I didn't quite catch the last part of Theodore's words as I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath, feeling the world shift abruptly all around me and everything turned upside down.

The most expensive, exclusive toys for the ultra-rich. “Paradigm is not a game,” the voice continued, as if reading her skepticism. “It is a crucible. It exists across multiple, bespoke reality simulations. Each world contains unique, lethal hazards. Survival is the primary objective. Integration of a mandatory romantic narrative is the secondary objective. This is not a bug. It is the core design feature.” Romance? Lyra almost laughed. The hollow sound echoed in her sterile apartment. “The prizes are substantial. The risks are ultimate. Your real-world body will be safely housed in our facilities. Your mind… will be tested to its limits. Do you seek to simply exist? Or do you dare to live…

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

“Don’t worry about it. He’s just an old friend I was catching up with.” Her tone sounded sincere, yet it didn’t completely clear my doubts, so I narrowed my eyes at her slightly. If she noticed my slight change she didn’t acknowledge it, because she walked forward. “Samiya, I have enough reason to believe that the next challenge will be a simulation of some sorts, all the warriors-” “All the warriors in the pack were trained with simulations and they were gifts from when witches and werewolves were still allies. They are game-like, with some special kind of game master, and happen in some layer of our consciousness.

Thankfully, the air here smells mildly of fresh coffee and sweet pastries. Next, the others place their orders too. “I still can’t believe my old online rival turned out to be you,” James says with a smirk, leaning back on his seat. “Your game is everywhere now and the Lycan King has made it the official combat simulator for all packs. That’s insane Daisy.” “Thanks,” I smile, feeling Liam's hand lightly squeezing mine under the table. “Tell us more about the company,” Dylan requests. “The numbers we saw last week were crazy. How does it feel to be a young billionaire at your age?”