Cecil Simpsons Novels & Stories

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

Monique tapped her finger on Cecil's forehead and said, "Cecil Hiller, it's a waste you didn't become a scriptwriter with that imaginative brain you have." Cecil said with a silly smile, "Really? I'll go become a scriptwriter once I'm done with the army." Monique said, "Cecil, you're just annoying me on purpose, aren't you?!" Cecil hugged her and said, "Monique, I know I'm at fault this time. Since I've done something wrong, I'll accept a penalty. I'll wash your clothes for a week as a punishment." "Okay, deal."

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

I stared at him while puzzled. “ Breaking news, there has been a major incident at the cliffs where one of the senior citizens jumped off it and died on spot after confessing the brutal acts that he’d done to his step daughter, Charlotte Simpson, the victim has been identified by the police as Mr Simpson Arch Pius, the owner and CEO of the Simpson companies,” the lady read. I was shocked, beyond belief. “ And you need to see this?” mouse held out his phone out to me. I gasped, Mr Simpson was carrying his phone, he was crying.

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.

A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes before he averted his gaze, and my attention also shifted to the ring, where the next match was announced as soon as some guards helped Conrad out of the ring. "The next match…Cecil.” The crowd suddenly fell silent and then erupted in an even louder cheer, with some raising banners of the name 'Cecil.' It was a tall and slightly muscular man with shoulder-length hair. Among all the male warriors who had fought, he could be considered the best-looking man. I could see some women swooning at the sight of him, making me shake my head. “Cecil is the only son of the fifth Elder; he's strong,” Mylla explained, and I nodded.

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

"Maybe Lawrence is just too low-key. He lets Sylvia do all the running around, so that's why everyone only recognizes her." "That doesn't make sense. Who forgets the boss at work but remembers only the secretary?" Lawrence clenched his fists in fury. "Are all celebrities this rude now? Don't you know I'm the one who paid you to be here?" The celebrity glanced at Lawrence, unimpressed. "If I hadn't heard that Sylvia Young invited me, do you think I'd have shown up?" Lawrence's face went red with disbelief. "Sylvia is my servant! She's just someone I send on errands! I'm the one paying! It's me! And you're just a singer. You have no right to look down on me!"