Hooked On You: A Dead By Daylight Dating Sim Novels & Stories

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

The DJ played a smooth jazz song, calming the mood and giving a smooth sensation while they drank. “China is beautiful,” Joana said as she took another gulp, still mesmerized by the beauty and awe of the city. She couldn’t count how many drinks she had taken tonight, and yet it didn’t feel as if she had taken anything. That was the best thing about being a vampire, nothing could control you, not even alcohol. She would have passed out long ago if she was still human and had drank this much. “Oh no!” Dana shrieked suddenly as she noticed the view of daybreak from the glass.

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”

So she opted glaring at the man who was busy fingering her. Eton had the nerve to smile. “You sure you wouldn’t?” he said in a conversational tone, massaging Kaia's hole and teasing the oversensitive flesh by slipping the tip of his finger in and out. “You would be all dolled up and pretty,” Eton said in a very calm manner, while he tease her quivering entrance. “Your nice man will be waiting for you at the altar.” He pushed the finger deeper, stretching her deliciously. Oh Fuck... “But you’ll be late,” Eton said, pushing the finger in and out of her making her moan and squirm. “You’ll be late because you’ll be too busy moaning under me.”

"It's all my fault. If only I had noticed sooner, maybe I could've done something. She was such a sweet child… Always smiling, so precious…" With trembling hands, I dialed Sandra's number again, and after nine attempts, she finally picked up, irritation dripping from her tone. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." In the background, I heard the voice of her first love, Shawn Brenson, next to her. "Babe, breakfast's ready." She hung up on me before I could say a single word. I tried calling again, but this time, her phone was turned off.

Slow and uncertain Two...Soft and smooth Three...Strong and delicious Four...A growing passion. Five..."Hmm," he moaned a little. Six..."Hm," I answered with a small deeper moan. Seven...We breathed heavily looking ourselves straight in the eyes. Yes, darling. I’m gonna put you in jail. I promise. I swear I will.

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep. He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face. “Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.” The courtyard fell silent again. Only the wind. Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs. Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual. “I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”

"How will it be implemented?" Chester was not planning on hiding anything from Giselle. After some explanation, Giselle understood everything. What Chester had in mind was a dating simulation game. The user would be able to personalize the process of their romantic journey according to their preferences. They would only need to wait for a couple of minutes before they could go through the immersive experience once again. During that period, the user could allow other players to join them and become their assistants or relationship counselors. When he mentioned this, an idea popped up in Giselle's head.

There was a candlelit dinner on the dining table. Next to the wine, there was a small jewelry box. Inside, the diamond pendant I had wanted for two years and never let myself buy. She was wearing my best dress. She was leaning into Mason's shoulder. The caption read: 'Thank you for spoiling me, Mason. It's so nice to have a home.' Open daylight provocation. I did not call Mason crying this time. I did not push him to choose between us. I tapped the like button. I commented one line.

I clenched my hands tightly. Panic gripped me as I recalled the helplessness I had felt in my dying moments during my previous life. When I felt the strength returning to my palms, I was finally certain—I had been reborn. I glanced at the clock, knowing I would be informed that my house was on fire soon. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was our neighbor, Paula Klein. She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!"