Satisfaction Points Cheat Novels & Stories

The home screen was just the two of us without Laura. "Howdy!" I almost tossed the phone out. The app has opened by itself... How was it even downloaded? "Check your scoreboard, Belle!", The mascot waved. I didn't wanna. I tried switching the phone off, but it didn't work. "Hhhhh!", I sighed before checking the scoreboard. I even had a lot of messages for some reason! I was somehow number two on the list. Uh oh... My real name! Turned out for killing two players, I claimed their points. 505 points... One point makes $1000 dollars.

Firstly how to get inside the club (This is where Xain comes in) Get his attention # Santo De Luca the biggest player in the whole of America# Get called to his floor Have sex with him Collect 100 grand Save Sophie Chances of success 98% Chances of failure 2%" I said it exactly how I wrote it down "Wow you really have everything down" Xain collected the paper from me "Yes I do so let's get down to phase 1 Shall we"

As for the other women who had scored much lower, they couldn’t help but wonder what Zivon’s dream match was… Regardless, with how excited everyone was, Sophia received several messages early that morning, all of them inquiring about the results. Sophia herself had been examining the backend data in her office, a complicated look in her eyes… Though she was hesitant, she eventually posted the results as Zivon had instructed… The chart revealed that over three hundred and fifty million people had participated, yet only ten million of them were able to score over ninety percent. Only one person scored ninety-eight, and that was Fiona Squire. However, there was a single individual who scored ni

Then, I leaned closer to Mason and whispered, "I'm so sorry that our wedding isn't perfect anymore." His warm breath brushed my neck and made my ears flush as he murmured, "It's perfect as long as you're by my side, honey." I blushed and nodded. At the entrance, Wayne's last shred of hope was completely shattered when he saw that I hadn't responded and even had him thrown out. He pulled out a knife and pressed the tip against his chest, his eyes wild with agony. "If you won't take me back, I'll just die right here!"

I came in first in class, but to make your nephew feel better, you told him I must've cheated. "You turned my bedroom into his gaming room and made me sleep in the guest room. I couldn't think of any parents more absurd than you. Oh, and you pretended to be working late when in reality, you took him to a concert. You didn't forget that, did you? "You even forgot your own son was allergic to seafood. Now, that was just laughable. You call that love? Do you want me to keep going? If I didn't say any of this, you'd just pretend it never happened. Did you think you could just cover everything up and move on? Dream on.

“What’s wrong?” “The system just… gave me points for making you smile.” He chuckled again, wiping his shirt with a napkin. “Maybe it’s encouraging good behavior.” “Good behavior?” I scoffed. “I just attacked you with breakfast.” “Then maybe it likes chaos,” he said, smirking. I didn’t realize how literal that was until later. The more I made him smile, the more the system reacted. A small laugh got me +10 points. A genuine grin? +25. One time he actually blushed, though he denies it, and the system nearly exploded with confetti visuals, flashing:

He pulled up the Points Mall and realized that he still had 900,000 points left. After a quick search, he finally found something. Zombie Loyalty Potion: A potion that can make a zombie one hundred percent loyal to the host. Price: 10,000 points.

"I knew that idiot would fall for it. She's probably out partying right now, thrilled that her score is going up from slacking off. She actually thinks she's going to score a 1530. That's my score!" Watching her celebrate, I let out a cold laugh and killed the feed. She had no idea—I'd just cracked the code on how to cheat the score over my head. The real game was about to start.

I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”

If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived. The moment I heard “revive,” I jumped in. “So how many points do we get for finishing one round?” Elaine sighed softly. “It depends on your Fear Value. If your score hits ninety-nine, you only earn one point. If it reaches one hundred… you die.” As the name suggests, the Fear Value measures how scared you get. Experienced players usually manage to keep it under sixty. Newbies like us, though, usually don’t get that lucky. I rubbed my chin and asked, “Then what if someone clears it with zero Fear Value? Would that mean a hundred points?”