Certified Simp Novels & Stories

The next morning, I walked over to my stall. My name, *SIMPSON*, was printed in gold letters above my locker. I pulled out my key and turned the lock. A small piece of paper was sitting right on top of my folded jersey. It looked out of place against the white fabric. I reached out and picked it up.

" Simon appeared confident. Sarah stopped persuading him. Simon smiled and said, "You still don't believe in my abilities, so allow me to demonstrate something small. "Watch how I can do anything with just one hand." After speaking, he made a phone call. It turned out he was calling Dr. Charles, a dermatologist from Aurelia. Not long after that, Dr. Charles wrote a social media post that sparked yet another storm. [My apprentice made a joke last night, claiming that a company could heal Sheena in one day. It was complete nonsense and impossible.

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

"Hehe… Having Mr. Zimmer handing you your certificate would make you a more desirable recruit." "Yeah," Winter replied distractedly. Bill narrowed his eyes—she was still missing her brother now? He would make her understand the pleasures of a woman tonight! While he quickly hid the look on his face, Mr. Zims then announced, "Calm down, everyone. Let's invite our second VIP now… Mr. Gerald Simmons, Senator of Riverton!" "What?!" The announcement left every student dumbstruck.

, I said as they turned to look at me. “Oh ok. Need anything?” he asked. “No, thanks. I’ll see you guys later. Bye Jay.” “Bye, kid. Take care of yourself out there. I have a feeling that Kyle Simpson is in town”, he said. “I’m sorry, you said who and what now?” “Kyle Simpson is the guy heading the organisation I was telling you about. It’s called Ariel Forensics. They –”, I interrupted him before he continued. “Sorry, Jay, but can we talk about this later when I get home? I really have to go.”

As soon and I get into the car I ask my assistant "Look into Miss Simpson. To find out everything about her I want to know what she eats when she sleeps everything" I order my assistant "Urh Miss Simpson?? Urh right oh right Sir" he stutters Finally, the day is over my assistant gives all the information he could get on her Carla Mia Simpson Age 20 Parents deceased Lives alone in an apartment (Address 21 Mitchell's avenue) Favorite food toast (Toast? Who the hell says that's their favorite food?) Uncle previous CEO of Co Lab inc...

Kendrick had officially become the very thing people mocked—a pathetic, desperate simp. Applying that label to a man like him was the ultimate irony. Every single day, regardless of the weather, he waited outside my gallery. He even went so far as to buy out companies that so much as inconvenienced me, all in a desperate attempt to coax even the faintest smile from my face. Then, one day, disaster struck. Just as I stepped out of the gallery, a man wearing a face mask and a low-slung baseball cap suddenly lunged out from the shadows, brandishing a knife and driving it straight at me!

The city of Simpkins gives her a job with the help of the Commander, she works at the Public School of Simpkins where she can teach the kids. The Simpkins is indeed free from the Sans Serif terrorist, everything is lovely and there is no fear to be felt, children and women are free to go around and enjoys much of the time that has been captured from them. She's too grateful too that the children of the Northern People can be able to go into the school to learn.

I followed him, unsure of why we were here. “Hi, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” The cashier said this with a bright smile. Who's that happy at seven in the morning? “Five” was all Six said. The cashier nodded before her, and Six grabbed my arm and took me to the kitchen. “I don’t think we're supposed to be back here.” He ignored me as we walked past the kitchen and into what looked like an office. There was no one there, and apparently, that was the point. He signaled for me to sit down, which I did before the door opened. It revealed a guy who’s slightly shorter than Six but isn’t any less intimidating, especially with his equally taut muscles. He looks Spanish with his rich, bl

"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!" The celebrity, amused at Lawrence's fury, shot me a playful wink. "In that case, Mr. Carter, let's settle my appearance fee first." Hearing that, Lawrence, who had just been throwing a fit and smashing things, froze in place. He shot me a bewildered look. "Sylvia, how do you even handle things? How come the appearance fee still hasn't been paid?" I looked at Lawrence's stunned face and gave him a big, cheeky smile. "I'm your maid, Mr. Carter. Since when does a maid pay for something like this?"