Realistic Dating Simulator Novels & Stories

His eyes were slightly red, and the muscles in his jaw kept tightening as though he was fighting something inside himself. “I don't think it's…” “If you were given a chance to really date,” he blurted out, “would you date someone like me?” Everything inside me stopped. I stared at him. Ryan seemed to realize what he'd just asked because his expression changed almost immediately. “It's nothing.” A nervous laugh escaped him. “I'm just joking.” A sharp ache settled in my chest. Of course. What else had I expected? Ryan Hayes wasn't seriously asking me if I wanted to date him. This was fake. Everything between us was fake.

They went rut once every month to mate, this is more dangerous than omega heat because it can last in 3-5 days. While OMEGA, are classified being the submissive people who lacks of power, wealth and sometimes itelligence. The only thing they can be proud of is being undeniable beauty, they also went into heat 2-3 times every month where they seduce Alpha through pheromones, reason that they cannot obtain high ranked jobs or even normal jobs. But the 70% of the population are BETA's that more likely classified as worker or the normal people who cannot go into rut or heat and cannot be affected by the pheromones of Alpha or omega in their surrounding.

*** Later that same day, I'm on that blind dating app. "Weirdo twenty-five, huh?" I stare at the name of the person I've matched with. The compatibility rate is scary—ninety-five percent. Should I write to her? Probably. Ugh, but what do I tell her? I got on this app because Tinder is wearing me out, and I'm tired of the dog filter. How am I supposed to know what a girl looks like with a dog tongue hanging out her mouth?

Mission #1 of our fake dating plan: Look convincing. On the first day, if I wasn’t threatened with getting pushed out of the drama club, I would call it quits. Because Alex is entirely too popular and too social for me to handle. He doesn’t even get left alone at Mozzy’s Pizza on our first mock date. From entrance to ordering to looking for seats, folks keep coming to greet him. “Hey man, what’s happenin’?” “Haha, nothing much, how ‘bout you?”

“Yes. I. Do. West, it’s simple. One, two, three, shoot.” We slapped our fists together, and of course, I won. “Ha! I win. So here’s the deal.” I leaned closer, my chest practically pressed against him even though I wasn’t supposed to be that obvious. “We go on ten dates. No backing out. Ten. And if I fail to convince you to fake–marry me, I'll leave your condo and leave your life but if I do, we’re stuck together till I get my man back.” He blinked. “Wait, what? I didn’t agree to that.”

I mumbled as I put in a fake name for registration for a site called Love doctor. After the registration, a series of questions appeared on my laptop screen and I started to answer. When I finished with the questions, I submitted them. On the screen it says I have to wait five minutes before the results come in. I waited calmly, not exactly calm. I was tapping my foot repeatedly against the floor. Then my laptop beeps, alerting. The results have come in. I clicked on the results and it says; You are 100% in love. What the f**k those that even mean?

Who’s now sitting here proposing the most insane thing I’ve ever heard. “You’re serious.” “Completely.” “We barely know each other.” “Which makes it perfect.” Adrian’s expression doesn’t change. “No emotional entanglement. No risk of actual feelings complicating things. Just a simple business arrangement between two people who need something from each other.” The waiter returns with our food. I don’t even look at it. “Why me?” I ask when we’re alone again. “You could have anyone. Why would you want to fake date someone who’s…” I gesture vaguely at myself. “Ordinary?”

“Because that’s what couples do, Damon. They enjoy each other’s company and more than just sex.” “We are not a REAL couple, Tabby, but I will pretend for both our sakes, but you need to call me before you just show up to my work, and we will only go on dates once a month.” Tabby gasps, shaking her head, “No, we will go on weekly dates, and they will be nice. Again, this has to LOOK real.” “Fine,” I say grumpily, “but for now, you can go home now and prepare for work. I’ll see you later.”

“Apparently, he's done waiting.” I pull my hand free, standing up, needing distance to process this. “This is supposed to be fake. This whole thing… It's supposed to be fake dating. An arrangement, transactional.” “I know,” he says in a low tone. “So why…” I spin to face him, knowing that wolves only say that to their mates. “Why is your wolf saying he loves me? Wolves don't love humans. The mate bond doesn't work that way. This isn't… it can't be...”

“Let’s see the next confession.” He turned the page. _____ Episode 16 – Fake Profile Theo scrolled through his phone with a sigh, the blue light casting a lonely glow in his dimly lit apartment. Another Friday night in, another dating app promising connection and delivering only disappointment. His thumb hovered over the ‘delete account’ button when a new match notification chimed. Zara. 28. Art Curator. Loves vintage vinyl, rainy days, and conversations that last until sunrise.