Romance Sim Games Novels & Stories

‘ I thought, staring at him, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Mia, we will both go on shopping after college, okay?” Nora’s words pulled me back to the earth, and I looked at her. “Why all of the sudden shopping?” As I asked her, she blushed. “I and Amir, we’re going on a date tonight.” She told me sheepishly. “You’re shying as if you’re going on a date with him for the first time.” “I don’t know why, even after a year, I still feel butterflies in my stomach when I go on a date with Amir.” She told me with a contented smile, and added, “when you fall in love, then you’ll understand.”

She knows how much I hate the crowd and she knows me too well to know that I don't have the patience for these kinds of stuff. I sighed tiredly at her, looking at the crowd of teenage girls gathering around the shop. I wrinkled my nose at the idea of going in there. For all I know I might not be able to get back in one piece after I charge in there. "Seriously, Jen. You can't expect me to go there with you. You know how I feel about being crowded." I admitted. Just imagine yourself charging inside of the store full of rabid girls fighting for the chance to get their hands on the game. Since when did dating simulation games become so popular?

she stated, eyes directly to Jay. "Who is he?" Jay inquired, eyeing Simon curiously. "Your boyfriend?" he asked with clear amusement written on his face. "He's our good friend," Sandra quickly answered cutting whatever he was thinking. "He's Simon Lee from Empire Entertainment" she added. Jay nodded in acknowledgment and extended his hand out of courtesy. "I'm Jay" "I know," Simon replied and accepted his hand to give him a handshake with a fake smile. "It's nice to meet the very famous Jay Kim"

"Seriously Sim, you're occupying literally the whole bed. Move." She smiled and didn't move an inch, instead pressed her lips to the sheets. "Bed, my love. Marry me? We can stay together forever." Ira sighed while I rolled my eyes. This was Simone every time she woke up. She just refused to get away from 'her one true love'. Of course, that changed the second her eyes fell on Pizza or any junk food, then that became her one true love. "I'll go and wash my face." I said, getting up and eagerly grabbing the drinking water Ira offered.

"Listen, Marissa, if there's one thing I've learned from Finn it's that when a guy asks you to learn how to play his favorite game, it means he likes you." Simone nods her head in agreement and I bite my cheek. Okay, kissing aside, could it be possible Ryland likes me? I can't imagine many of his super model girlfriends sat around killing rats in caves with him until midnight on a Friday night. Am I considered one of the guys or more? "It's true," Simone chips in. "Trey loves it when I play Dragons Reborn with him. It's kind of fun." She shrugs. I shake my head in denial for my own benefit over theirs. "I don't think so, guys. I've known him like a week."

I catch the man’s shoulder before he kneels down on all fours in front of my chair. “No,” I growl. “Stop it. You know I’m not into this shit.” “Of course.” A flick of the king’s fingers and the men disappear. Simmon leans forward. “I forgot how much you dislike our little power games. But what is sex about if not power?” I shake my head. I don’t have time for this. “You wanted to see me?” Simmon sits back and studies me. Even with him seated and me standing, he’s still slightly taller. The vampire is bigger than you’d expect, and for all his fancy talk, he’s not stupid. Power isn’t a little game to him. It’s the only game, and he plays to win.

"Like you weren't looking too." "I'm only human," Simon shrugged. "I'd totally bang her." "So would I," Zephyra's yawn curls into a Cheshire cat grin. "I bet I could make her purr. “But he’s my boyfriend, damn it!” Evie pounds her fist on the table. “Mine! He was supposed to be ‘fake’ dating her, not dating her for real!” “So, maybe he’s fucking her, maybe he isn’t. Who cares?” Simon snorts. “The game’s the game, Evie. Everyone knows that. You can’t take it personally.”

He could not have been involved with her. But I don't know why but my heart was sayings that Simmi was not a gold digger of all things. She was not very keen to buy dresses like any other girl would have done. Who was the real Simmi?? She was not lured by my flirting, good looks and my wealth. Could she be so good in this game?? ******

The orgasm hit hard and fast—my whole body tensing, pussy pulsing around my fingers while Roman’s words burned in my mind. Simon’s voice cut through the haze. “Baby? You still there? Did you cum?” I was panting, barely able to speak. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I came.” But I wasn’t talking to him. Roman’s next text lit up the screen. Roman: Good girl. Now get some sleep. You’re going to need your energy tomorrow. Daddy’s going to ruin that pussy. I stared at the message, heart hammering, Simon still chattering in my ear about round two.

"She did it to herself. Why blame you?" "Forget it." I switched gears. "What've you been up to?" "Blind dates." "Again?" "My mom's forcing me." She sighed. "Says if I don't get married soon, I never will." "See anyone decent?" "Like hell," she said, disgusted. "It's either creepy old dudes or mama's boys. I'm over it." I laughed. "Then stop going." "Can't. She nags daily." "Come stay with me for a few days."