Certified Simp Novels & Stories

‘What? “Miss Simmons?” Sotiria felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. The satisfied smile on her face immediately froze like ice. “The Miss Simmons you just mentioned… What’s her name?” The makeup artist did not notice the change in Sotiria’s expression. She continued mumbling to herself and said, “Miss Simmons’s full name is Charlotte Simmons! I’m not boasting, Miss Green. I really did her makeup before. I’ve been a makeup artist for Miss Larson too. Objectively speaking, now that we’re talking about Miss Simmons, her looks were a whole level above Miss Larson’s. It’s no wonder she was the most wanted socialite at the time. Alas, beautiful women are often plagued by misfortune. Sigh

“Are you sure you are ok with giving me another night off?” “Bart is one of the head models; you need to be there for support” Simone answers, taking one of the bottles and placing it at Ezekial’s mouth for him to start sucking. “This will be the first outing since having the babies and I am going in my body suit and wig. Both of us will look stunning with what Mark made for us.”

" He said. " Thanks!! But why are you doing this for me?? We don't even know each other. " I asked. " Then let's get to know each other. I am Kevin Shaw. I own the departmental store where you fainted. And you?? " He asked with a nice friendly smile. " I am Simmi. I am a professionally qualified chef. " " Wow!! Chef!! Interesting. " He said with a smile. " What is so funny?? " " Here I present someone to you who can't even boil water properly. Myself! " He said and I smiled a bit.

"I need some time to think." The drive provided a welcome reprieve, allowing me to gather my thoughts. I had known going up against Simpson Group would be challenging, but tonight had confirmed just how ruthless they were prepared to be. George Simpson had made it abundantly clear: either I cooperated with Simpson Group, or Shaw Corp would face the consequences. The implied threat wasn't subtle cross us, and we'll ensure no one in Skyview City does business with you again.

I turn a little serious to make sure I have her attention. Sophie looks embarrassed. “Yeah.” She looks almost sad. “Then, you shall have it. What was it you called me?” I ask her with a smile. Sophie smiles and leans forward to meet my lips. “My Simp King.” “Damn right,” I tell her. “What the hell is a Simp?” Zach asks. “Don’t worry, no one expects you to be one,” Krista rolls her eyes.

"Petty is underrated. Also, I regret not eating more at the wedding. That cake looked delicious, but I was too busy plotting the demise of the Thorne empire to have a slice." "I saved you a piece," Oryn’s voice called out from off-stage. Vespera smiled. "Thank you, Oryn." QUESTION 2: FOR CYPRIAN. "Be honest. The internet calls you a 'Simp.' You bought a hospital because she fainted. You threatened God. What is your plea?" Cyprian blinked. He looked at Vespera. "Define 'Simp'," he requested. "It means you are overly submissive and obsessed with me," Vespera explained, hiding a smirk.