Satisfaction Points Cheat Novels & Stories

Every night after working late, I stood under Northvale's glittering skyline and let the wind hit my face. I'd never felt that free. Two months later, on the first, my banking app buzzed with two alerts. The first was a deposit. [$2,000 received. Memo: First installment.] Then a text came in from an unknown number.

"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?”

Aden smiled, putting his hands behind his neck as he followed Michael to the gym. “Whoever scores 5 points wins” " GOOD " Michaël shot for the basket and when he scored he looked at Aden arrogantly. "A three-point basket, just two more and I win, Mr. Captain" "It's cheating and three-point baskets are not allowed. You cheater » “So quickly the accusations. Give up macaque. I'm much better than you. » "Ah... we'll see what you'll do when I score you 10 points in less than 2 minutes"

Noise filled my ears as the people all around tried to comfort the grown man who was crying like a child. I took in my final breath when a sudden crackling sound filled my ears. A second later, a familiar voice echoed in my mind. "Ding! An empty promise has been detected. Fair Balance System activated. Calculating… The transfer of years of life is complete. Since the debtor has not repaid the debt in full, forced repayment measures have been initiated." At some point, the excruciating pain disappeared, leaving behind a bone-gnawing itch all over my body. After enduring it with great difficulty, I opened my eyes.

A record of a $500,000 overseas transfer from Govind to the driver who hit me. So my leg— and all those years of studying— were only worth $500,000 to him. When I opened the second file, my blood went cold. Govind had used his family's connections to bribe people on the test committee. He paid a fortune to leak part of the SAT questions to Yvette. I stared at the screen, feeling sick. Back at the children's home, I'd studied under motion-sensor lights until my eyes burned red just to earn my grades.

Cheat Codes Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I am a glutton for punishment. Ever since the tender age of fourteen, I knew there was something wrong with me. Because of all the boys in all the world I could go and have a crush on, I fall for him.

"Doctored photos of Hope with—with other men. Paid witnesses claiming—claiming they saw her—her cheating. Comprehensive campaign to—to destroy her reputation and—and make you doubt—doubt the mate bond. Emily—Emily thinks if she—she can make you question—question whether Hope is—is faithful, you'll leave her—her. You'll realize the—the mate bond was mistake—mistake and come to—to Emily instead." "That's insane. Sarah, even if—if Hope was cheating—which she's—she's not—the mate bond—bond doesn't work that—that way. Can't be rejected—rejected because of infidelity—infidelity." "I know. You know. But—but Emily doesn't care about—about reality. She cares about—about creating enough doubt—doubt to

I tapped my cheek as I looked up in thoughts playfully. “I’d say you need about 100 points.” I leaned forward to reply to him, and he smiled and nodded. “Do you think I’m getting close to winning all 100 points?” he asked playfully. “I’d say you’re about 80 points short, so definitely not a chance. You need to 50 for me to consider that.” I whispered, “Hayley Marshal, I hereby promise to win all 100 points. But what do I get if I do though? There must be something in it for me.” he wiggled his brows.