Realistic Dating Simulator Novels & Stories

The therapy session was really helpful indeed. I thought of how to find a lover, so I would stop desiring my boy. So I began to check different dating website. I looked online and found lots of sites. They were so much that I almost gave up. But I saw one that had an interesting name, Meetme. So I filled out my profile, I decided to be completely honest. I did not feel like pretending to be a young, sexy 20-year-old, because I figured if I was going to find a lover, lying would ruin it. So, I told the truth: My name is Britney,I'm 46 years old, heigh is 5 feet 5 inches tall, skin color light, ethnicity Christianity. Only the name was a lie.

The boy who left scars I didn’t want anyone poking at. “No,” I said firmly. “I don’t.” He tilted his head. “You sure? Because the look on your face says otherwise.” “I’m not playing your games.” “Good thing I’m not asking you to.” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, his voice dropping just enough to make my pulse do that stupid jump. “I’m offering you something else. Fake dating. You and me. We pretend we’re together. People buy it. And it screws with Liam in the process, also I'm sick and tired of these girls and I need someone to help me honestly, and I can pay you or maybe I don't know what do you want in excgange?”

I watched the ice cubes swirl before taking a slow sip. It burned and It felt good. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was Miller, my agent. I picked it up on the first ring. "Tell me you saw the news," Miller said, sounding like he had just run a marathon. "I don’t watch the news, Miller. I make it," I replied leaning back to close my eyes. "The engagement? Jace, you’re a genius. The Dallas scouts are losing their minds, they love a family man. They love a guy who is 'settling down.' Your bad boy image is gone. You just jumped up three spots in the mock draft."

But at this exact moment, as he watched Simon zero in on Reena, he decided that he fucking hated the guy. Simon stared down at the blonde woman standing in front of him. Hmmm. Very nice. Pretty, sweet, and definitely not demanding or pushy. She looked like she’d be easy enough to win over, and she wouldn’t bust his balls after she’d given it up in bed and he never called again. She looked weak and easy, and that suited him just fine. He preferred famous women, of course, and those were the ones he dated openly and made sure he was photographed with, but every once in a while, he slummed it with a nice, normal girl. And they seemed to like it, too, having a celebrity pay attention to them, ju

“I don’t want to do this. But she’s asking for it. I can’t ignore her request. She’s not well, Celeste. I’d do anything to make her happy, even if it means this.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re asking me to fake date you?” “Exactly. It’s simple. We pretend for her, give her the peace of mind she wants. I’ll compensate you for your time. It’s a contract, nothing more. Public appearances, monthly payments—nothing personal. His tone was blunt, no trace of emotion slipping through. He was treating this like a business deal, and I knew better than to expect anything more. Leo had always kept his emotions hidden, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

JONEA “Let’s go on a date tomorrow!” invited Daran. “What?” I started it; now I’m the surprised one. “Why? Don’t you want a dating simulation? Do you want to practice making that guy--Hunter Abraham, hate you? Let’s do a dating simulation so you can quickly make him sick and stay away from you! Isn’t he the man with the red mark on his forehead? He could endanger your life.” I heard Owen grumble, “This isn’t going to end well. It would be more practical if I just killed him!”

“Tee—” “Y’all are still into each other, obviously, there’s no way in hell, I’m getting into that. Ciara loves you.” “That’s kinda my whole point.” She stares at me for a beat. And then it hit her. She gasps, “Oh my God.” I try again. “Tee—” “You want me to fake date you?” She says it like it’s the worst thing after the fucking civil war. “Just for a week.” “A whole week?”

Her smirk falters, “Oh, please. Eldric would never let that happen. Or did he suddenly die and leave you in charge?” “Try me, Roxanne. I’d love to play.” At that, her face drains of colour, before she sighs and says,” Fine! All I did was as I was instructed, okay?” What??? “I got a text, and the person said to act like I was talking to Eldric using a voice simulator, so you would think Lucien only got with you because of a bet, and it would push you to break up with him, leaving him alone so I can finally have him back.” Her laugh is humourless as she says. “And like a fool, you took the bait; hook, line, sinker.”