روايات وقصص ضمن Visual Novel Dating Sims

Every girl craves for a date night.Its not about receiving flowers or chocolates.A date isn't complete without lots of meaningful compliments,good food,holding hands,candle light dinner.Cliched much? Maybe.Maybe I am a hopeless romantic and actually believe in happily ever after. NATALIA'S POV

The way Simon showed up to the date was a little weird. I couldn’t help but wonder which friend was in need of help. I’m glad he’s a good friend, though. I know that I would drop everything if Kimia needed me. Hell, I’d gone on a date with Nate for her. Still, Simon proved to be an excellent conversationalist. He was charming, funny, and very cute with Kimia.

AND I’M ALSO GONNA BE INTRODUCING A FEW NEW CHARACTERS, THAT WILL LEAD TO A WHOLE BUNCH OF NEW DRAMA. Kairi POV: It’s been a month since I met Niky and let me just say It’s amazing to have someone care for you again. To feel loved, needed, and to have someone that I can call mine. We started dating about two weeks ago. He asked me to be official when he took me out on a date to the carnival on day. I said yes and then we had sex in his car on the way to my house. He stays the night in my house every now and then, but when he’s not in my house he always calls me. We spend a lot of time together. Most days I go to his job during his lunch time and we have lunch together which usually ends up i

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ What the heck am I even doing? Dressing up to go on a date with a man twenty years older than me? Not just any man—my father's best friend. My boss.This is all kinds of wrong. I can't go on a dinner date with him, but I also can't stop staring at his texts. I know he sent those messages, which is why I can’t completely ignore him.

she asked. “You know the team captain of the yellow team?” he asked. “Yeah, I know Simmons.” She replied. “He met his wife playing online.” He replied. “Okay. I don’t see how that state applies.” She said, laughing. “Franks and Simon from red both found their SO’s playing a game.” He continued. “Again, okay.” She said. “Half of grey is dating each other because of different games.” He went on. She was beginning to see a theme.

“Uh-huh. ‘Not like that,’ she says. You sure? You’re spending all this time making plans, picking out dates, getting all cute with it. Sounds pretty ‘like that’ to me.” “Simone!” She smirked. “What? I’m just saying, you’ve got four guys in one place, and now you’re planning a date. This is the plot of every steamy romance novel I’ve ever read.” I groaned. “Please don’t turn this into something it’s not. We are supposed to be here solving a problem. I only want to spend an afternoon relaxing with them.” “Oh, it’s already something, trust me. If they’re not already fighting for your attention, they will be after this.”

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them that they’ve found love, but the displays of affection are starting to seriously disgust me. I should be used to it. I really should be! They’ve been dating since spring, and now it’s fall. That’s months of them stealing kisses, cuddling, and sneaking into each other's beds. It’s just one more reason I should stay a wolf as much as possible. That and the first piece of advice I would give. Last spring, I dated Simon Jones. He was the hottest sophomore at my school, and he liked me. Me! I was just this average looking girl who was always with either her best friend or brother. That’s where things went wrong.

They pretended to be busy, but their ears were practically twisting like antennas to pick up what she and Simon was talking about. “I didn’t either,” she told her friend. “But…” “But nothing.” “Oh, come on Emma. My dating life is dryer than the Sahara desert. I need to live vicariously through you,” Simon complained. “Yeah, I’m not dating either. So tough luck,” she told him. “Come on, you have a hot doctor chasing you, you are staying in a mansion, a god honest mansion, with a hoard of more or less good-looking men. You need to give me something.”

“Damn. Did he see you leaving together?” “I don’t know.” My voice was low. Then, almost in a whisper, I confessed, “And… I didn’t tell you, we’re technically dating.” Bree’s jaw dropped. “Technically?” She leaned forward, waiting for an explanation, but the phone was still buzzing in my hand. I had to pick up before it cut off. “Hi, Simon!” I set the milk on the side table and hurried toward my room for privacy. “You'd better come back and tell me what’s up!” Bree hissed behind me, her tone playful but biting.