House Cheats Sims 4 Novels & Stories

Emily yelled mockingly from behind. I kept my hand on the doorknob as I turned to survey the house one final time. Leah was standing in the middle of the room, caught between panic and anger. Anthony looked at me helplessly, as though I were the one making a scene. Emily had her hands on her hips, wearing a triumphant expression. I was suddenly struck by the urge to laugh, thinking that there truly were some things in this world that were more ridiculous than anything scripted for TV.

She remembered how she had melted in those solid muscles of her husband. “What have you made, sweetheart?” Ferris asked as he sat on his chair. “Uh Cheesy chicken sticks with egg fried rice and Alfredo pasta. I have also made fudge chocolate delight as a dessert.” Hazel told him as she was about to sit down but suddenly her husband pulled her to his lap. Hazel gasped loudly as she tried to get up. “P-please....” she whispered. “No I want my wife closer,” Ferris stated in a husky voice smiling softly. Hazel blushed and looked down.

Does Chester have bad taste? [Maybe Cindy’s skills in bed are good.] [Don’t say that. Maybe they’re truly in love. Look, Cindy was even shopping with Madam Jewell.] [Please. Chester, if you have the money, you can buy luxury estates and villas for Cindy. However, please don’t forcefully stuff sh*t to us. We don’t like Cindy.] [That’s right. There’s no need to force us to eat sh*t even if you like eating it yourself.] “...”

"She's not actually going to open it, is she? This is a live stream with a million viewers!" "Daisy and Tristan both heard her, and Daisy is crying in fright. Poor thing." "They're both not wearing anything, so they're going to be so embarrassed if the door opens. Oh god… Did Scarlett sense something?" Amidst the frantic comments, I pretended that the freezer door wouldn't budge and frowned. "Looks like this freezer's broken and won't open. I'll have a word with Quality Control later about their inspection standards." Viewers in the comments section heaved a sigh of relief.

The sensitive skin of my nipples were ultra sensitive growing fuller and perkier. Going downstairs I heaved a sigh of relief to find the house empty of Simon but that doesn’t mean escape because he mounted different cctvs across the house recently and worse controlled the electrical door so literally most things are programmed to keep me in. I fixed myself a toast and tea with less sugar and sat at the couch with folded legs chewing on my food. After returning the dishes to the kitchen I went back to the couch for a little nap. I stirred to life when the door opened and the chef walked in with a bag of groceries.

The holy trinity of cheat-day heaven. “Hey, Claire! What’s cooking?” I shouted, kicking off my shoes and throwing my bag onto the couch like I owned the place. Her head popped out from the kitchen, hair tied up in a messy bun, cheeks flushed from running around. “Popcorn, chips, and candy. The essentials.” “Bless you,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest dramatically. “I would die for you.” We set up together, lining the coffee table with bowls of gummies and chocolate bars, scattering sodas around like grenades waiting to explode with sugar highs.

“I know.” Getting out of bed, I grab my boxers from the floor, missing Quinn’s body against mine already. I resituate the blanket around her, kiss her once more, and go into the kitchen. It feels slightly invasive to look through her drawers and cabinets. Everything is more or less well organized, and it doesn’t take long until I find a pan and ingredients to make grilled cheese. It’s not fancy by any means, but I already knew there was no hope of impressing Quinn with my cooking skills. The cats watch me cook, and I give them each a little piece of cheese, which was like opening Pandora’s box. They won’t leave me alone now.

“Zoe, living together isn’t just convenient for me to take care of my pregnancy. It also makes it easier for me to help Jeremy with his illness. You don’t mind, do you?” I met her provocation with a cold smile. “I don’t mind.” Jeremy had been bracing himself, expecting me to resist. He had prepared a hundred excuses in his mind. He nodded with satisfaction when he saw how obedient and compliant I was. “Good. That’s exactly how I hoped you’d think…”

There was concern in her eyes—real, maybe—but this was the same woman who'd been cuddling with Chad in this room not long ago. I couldn't tell who she was anymore. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Chad walked in, head-to-toe clad in designer brands. When he noticed the untouched soup, he chuckled. "Come on, Mateo. I spent hours making that. I even burned my hand a few times." Without thinking, Quinn reached out to check his hand like it was second nature. Then she remembered I was there. Her hand froze mid-air before she pulled it back with an awkward smile.

After she's done cooking, she dishes out her portion into a plate before taking it to the dining room. The doorbell suddenly rings, and she sighs briefly as she drags herself from the dining and walks sluggishly to the door. She pulls it open, but freezes on the spot as the smirk on Alexa's face welcomes her. What is she doing at her place?