Certified Simp Novels & Stories

"You, child, sometimes think too much before doing things, leaving people unsure of what to say. Your uncle has no children, you are his only relative. If you need help, just say the word." Paige nodded and finished the drink in her cup, "I won't be polite to you." She chatted with Simeon for a bit and then headed back to that private room. Simeon raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Go ahead, I came here to meet with business partners too." Paige gave Simeon a few bottles of good wine, even though she knew he didn't need them, but it was a gesture from a younger generation. Simeon chuckled and waited for her to leave, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

Regan’s POV, I was still seated in the carriage when Simpson; the pack's Alpha showed up. He had an air of arrogance about him, one which I wouldn't condone. "You are welcome, my Prince. It must have been a tough journey. I am ashamed that one of my pack members put you through the rigor of traveling down the uneven terrain of Collen," Simpson said, bowing his head. "Insolence! Mockery!" I yelled down at him and beckoned my guards to help me out of the carriage.

Returning his attention to the screen, he strained to recognize the person Natasha was confronting, examining their side profile. The answer to his question didn’t take longer to reveal; itself and Mr. Simpson’s face became clear in the video and that raised the bar of astonishment in Viaan. “Isn’t it Mr. Simpson? The CEO of Simpson Grandeur?” Viaan was taken aback, observing Natasha’s disrespectful behavior towards the elderly man, who also happened to be an old associate of Brown Corporations.

Liam's tone was cold as ice, showing how serious he was. Mr. Simpson, feeling confident, replied to Liam. "And if I don't stop, what will you do?" There was an annoying smirk on his face as he said that. With the backing he was getting from the powerful organizations and individuals, Mr Simpson felt invisible, he felt that no one could touch him, not even the Danvers family. Liam let out a cold smile. Looked like Mr Simpson was so confident in himself. Liam couldn't help but wonder if he was dealing with a particularly arrogant individual or someone who was genuinely ignorant, believing that he could drive Multiversal Studios into bankruptcy without consequences.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

she stated, eyes directly to Jay. "Who is he?" Jay inquired, eyeing Simon curiously. "Your boyfriend?" he asked with clear amusement written on his face. "He's our good friend," Sandra quickly answered cutting whatever he was thinking. "He's Simon Lee from Empire Entertainment" she added. Jay nodded in acknowledgment and extended his hand out of courtesy. "I'm Jay" "I know," Simon replied and accepted his hand to give him a handshake with a fake smile. "It's nice to meet the very famous Jay Kim"

He asked me, I laughed hard crashing on the bed as Ares watched me and said nothing, when I finished he looked at me, “Tell me, I'm serious.” He said. I looked at him eye to eye, and I couldn't get the smile off my face, “A simp is someone who is submissive to woman and too attentive.” I said. “What, I'm not a simp.” He said, “Yes you are.” I answered, “Then I'll show you just how dominant I can be.” He said claiming up the bed with me. “Show me my king.” I said.

I had truly been a fool back then. I knocked on the door a few times. The door was answered by her best friend, Isabella Hart. Isabella called out into the apartment. "Vicky, your simp is here." All of Victoria's friends knew I was her simp, and I had gotten used to being called that.

I was fully dressed. On the nightstand, beneath a thermos, was a small note. I picked it up. The handwriting was confident and bold, sweeping across the page. "I've got surgery today. Drink the medicine in the thermos. There's porridge in the kitchen. Heat it up yourself." I stared at the note for a while, expressionless. I couldn't figure out what Tyler was really trying to do. If someone said he liked me, I wouldn't believe it for a second.

Christopher quickly greeted him and asked, “Kenneth, how is it? Has Dr. Simmons cured you?” Kenneth growled bitterly, “Hah! That ungrateful old fart said that he didn’t want to treat me because I offended Charlie, his so-called savior. Not only that, he even beat me and kicked me out of there!” Christopher didn’t expect that a prominent figure like Anthony Simmons would be bewitched by Charlie, the deadbeat skunk. He sighed, “This Charlie is really going places!” Kenneth shouted, “Just wait and see, all of them! Anthony Simmons, Charlie Wade, just wait and see, I’ll bury them alive! I’ll make them pay!”