Fnaf Sims Novels & Stories

I wasn't happy he got to know that online. "No donuts, Angela! So,will you tell me what's going on now?"he chimes. I pressed both eyes of mine down with a my fingers, already wary from all the happenings. "Now I regret telling you about this,"I chuckled. "A lot is going on, uncle but can I explain later please?" He went silent again and I grind my teeth in the endless waiting. "You trust me, right? Uncle Gates?" My words grazed over my tongue. I heard him breathe in. "You promised,Angela. Simeon is one of the companies trying to partner with us and he is quite a bugger. I'll admite tho that he is good but Angela,what you are planning to do is–"

“But I promise I’ll give you updates.” “It’s okay, I understand again. Sometimes I really can’t think straight when my anger comes first. I know that, Ella.” said Luna. “But if our suspicion is correct, keep an eye on uncle. Rafael is targeting him, so he might want to get something from his uncle,” said Ella. “What does he want from Simon? Will you take revenge?” Luna asked. “We’ll know that,” said Ella. ------- Simon’s patients were happy when he visited them, especially the children he operated on. Most of his patients were children. After his rounds, Simon thought of buying coffee in the lobby where the stall was.

All she worried about was if Simon was really going to come here because of her. No, Simon can’t come here, he can’t defeat them. She was sure Josh was also here. “That’s all you heard? So boring. Don’t worry, if Simon still wants you despite that then I would just use your life in exchange for him being with me. If he doesn’t agree, you die, if he agrees you would be my puppet all the days of your life and you know what kind of puppet you would be? A sex puppet to all my very handsome male friends while Simon would be married to me believing you are living a decent life in another country.” Lana said as she let long nails trace the abs of the muscled men standing there.

Simon stood on the steps of the barracks, gripping the edge of the railing like it might steady his nerves. The sun was just breaking over the Clark Airfield compound, casting long shadows across the jeep parked near the mess hall. Nathan, wiping grease from his hands after an early inspection run, looked up with a furrowed brow. “You okay?” he asked. “You look like you just got drafted again.” Simon scratched the back of his head. “I need a favor.” Nathan narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess. It involves a girl.”

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

He's not used to me talking back—and neither am I. Damien's hum of approval resounds in my ear as he rubs his fingers up my middle. I grind in response, needing more friction, already feeling my slickness. His touch fuels me to continue, while I, too, keep my voice and smile just as sweet. "And harvesting crops and tilling soil for hours on end beginning at age five? Simple, really. The only way I could've had it simpler was if I partied and fucked my way across New York with daddy's trust."