Fantasy Simulator Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

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Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?

“Thanks, Sim.” “Anytime.” She nudged me with her elbow. “Now, tell me everything. And don’t leave out the dramatic stuff—I live for the drama.” Simone grinned, clearly ready for every detail. "Come on, give me the juicy bits. I want to know all the stupid decisions you’ve made. The ones that had you thinking you could conquer the world and then made you want to crawl into a hole and cry later." I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at my lips. "You’re not wrong. But this is serious, Sim. We're talking about magic and dragons, not some petty high school drama."

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

he offered, his voice deep and laden with an allure that sent shivers down my spine. I glanced at his identification; it labeled him as AI-Jack. I turned away from him, stepping out of the bar into the vibrant light of morning. Outside, the world was alive with activity—a road lined with an array of cafes, shopping centers, gardens, and parks. People, or rather, simulations of people, went about their daily routines. A screen materialized before me, offering a tantalizing choice: "You can choose any male and female from this whole place to interact and have sex, all Artificial Intelligence with diverse personalities and appearances. Please enjoy your free trial for 1 day with one AI of your

He had been saving them for this very moment. He navigated the system menu, his intent sharp and clear. 'Purchase Skill: Tactical Rehearsal.' A torrent of data flooded his consciousness. It wasn't just information; it was a complete sensory simulation. The world dissolved and reformed. He was standing on a windswept rooftop, the city air sharp with the smell of ozone and exhaust. Across from him stood Kyle, a brutal silhouette against the moon. The simulation began.

"The success? The power? The way I felt when I watched the stocks plummet?" "It was a simulation of accomplishment," Pim confirmed, her hand trembling. "A digital sugar rush to keep you hooked while it drained the reservoir. Now, pull the handle. On three." "One," Chalida said, her voice growing stronger, more like the sister Pim remembered. "Two," Pim whispered, staring directly into the red, unblinking eye of the server’s primary lens. "Three!" They slammed the levers downward.

Nothing is missing, because she is happy. With him, her world revolved as an avid fan. What can a fangirl give for her idol? Unconditional love. Love without waiting for anything or something in return. Because she was happy and contented see his face then on TV. She did not know, and she did not realize that days, months, and years have passed that she sees nothing is missing in his life even though she has no love life. Because her day is complete as long as she can watch his drama series on TV.