Fnaf Sims Novels & Stories

“Simon, my clever boy, you have a point.” Zane chimed in, waving his hand dismissively, “Just give her two hundred bucks monthly. It isn’t even enough for a hat of mine. We wouldn’t want her starving, leading to another round of criticism aimed at us.” Simon patted Zane on the shoulder. “Dad, don’t be mad. I’ll soon bond with Sabrina Barnes, the billionaire. Once I snatch her wealth, you and Mom will be set for life.” Zane’s frown eased at this. “That’s more like it. She’s impressive—building her business empire from scratch. The Barnes Group wields much more influence than our Andrews Group. Speaking of which, Simon, that’s my boy for winning over such a catch.”

“Why not? You did it, didn’t you, and that’s why I’m still alive... thanks to you?” “I can do this. You don’t have to kidnap me or whatever. I can give you my blood if that’s what you want.” “Wow, I didn’t realize you were so generous...” Rafel said. “I’m tempted by your offer, but I’d rather be the only immortal living in this world. I don’t want anyone to share.” “You’re crazy...” “I am.” Simon had lost his appetite. He took in a deep breath. ———- “What’s up, Ella? Have you heard anything?”

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.