Sim Aspiration Cheat Novels & Stories

"But we're clearing out of this building in five minutes." Liam opened his blue eyes slowly, the glassy, aristocratic distance completely melting away as he looked into the volatile gold of Jaxson’s gaze. He reached up, his slim fingers curling around Jaxson’s thick wrist, feeling the heavy, steady thud of the captain's pulse against his palm. "The simulation runs on Monday, Jax," Liam whispered, his voice a raspy thread that barely carried past the space between their lips. "The short program needs to be completely flawless if we're going to keep the selectors from looking at the landing impact metrics."

He stood frozen in place, looking exactly like a stray dog abandoned by the entire world. We had already driven far away by the time the System's notification finally stuttered back to life. "Ding… Kendrick's affection level has increased by 10%… His current affection level is 50%…"

Was my Lucas still hidden somewhere inside that emptiness? “Lucas…” I whispered. “You said if reality becomes too harsh, we’ll shape it like a dream. Have you forgotten?” His hand trembled slightly. A strange sound echoed from inside his mechanical head. Seizing the moment, Arian slipped a pen drive into my hand. “Sophia! This is the final installment of your simulation—Level 51! If you can inject it into Lucas’s processor, the real Lucas inside him will awaken. This is our last hope!”

He never called me unless there was an emergency. My hands were shaking. That was the same way that my grandpa's assistant called. “Answer the call,” Elion said in a slightly stern voice that made me swipe right without hesitation. I pressed the phone to my ear, and I could hear the heavy breathing on the other end. “H-hello?” I said, and held my breath as I waited for a response. “Sir has been attacked,” the assistant's voice came. “Please can you come to the hospital? We're going there now.”

By exam week, Avi was finally accepted not as Trace’s daughter, not as Cain’s mate, not as a Duchess… But as one of them. Six trainees hovered in the high atmosphere, the thin air shimmering around their wings. The simulation required: long-range flight precision maneuvering evasive techniques aerial combat assessments team coordination under pressure Avi felt ready. Verek paced on the floating observation platform, barking orders into the comm unit. “Five minutes to start! Trainees final systems check!” Avi inhaled deeply, centering herself. The others gave nervous glances. Kael, surprisingly, nodded at her. “Try not to show off too much, Sunner.”

I didn’t thank her, just turned around to face the next one that was rushing towards us, my claws slashing through fur and flesh. We moved in sync, unspoken, our bodies remembering what I refused to acknowledge. The simulation pushed us harder, more dark ones pouring from the shadows without any pause. I stole a glance at Amira when I heard her laugh. She was enjoying herself. She always did find the simulation easy, no matter the level it was. She had mastered it better than all of us, and it was evident in how easily she predicted their movements. I would have to tell Rune that the Sparta simulation would need to be visited and upgraded. If Amira was easily scaling through it, then the har

A squirt of sperm drizzled on her face as she moaned and I kissed her on the head. I walked over to the bathtub. As I stepped in, the icy cold water braced my flesh and I stayed there. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and as I thought about my revenge plan again, it hit me. The thing I was going to use was a cheat code to get the president seat. With just it, I would be able to get what I want easily without any stress. It would be an easy kick. A very easy kick. A kid rather if you get what I mean.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Asim find a way to fix this mess before it destroys our lives ,he said and stormed out banging the door loudly. *What the hell is this *

Sadie’s heart was in her throat as she stared anxiously at Kayson in the ICU. “You…” Simon was shocked to find a young man suddenly charging into the room. “Is that the Penta-resuscitative Needling?” Kayson took a glance at Simon’s needle insertion points. Soon afterward, he furrowed his eyebrows and said, “No, that should be the simplified version.” Simon inhaled sharply and turned pale with shock upon realizing that Kayson had seen through his signature skill at one glance! “You’re the person who performed needling on these two patients, young man?”