House Cheats Sims 4 Novels & Stories

When I was ten years old, my father, a corporate executive, died from overwork. With his inheritance and compensation payout, Mom married a man 12 years younger than her. From that moment on, the steak and ribs I used to love always ended up on his plate. All that was left for me was his leftover soup. I tried to cuddle up to Mom the way I used to. "You're giving all the good food to Winston, Mom. What if I don't get enough nutrition?"

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

"Sorry, but I actually have standards. I'm not that shameless. The one who cheated was Henry." "Bullshit!" she screamed. "My son would never do something like that! And even if he did, then you must've done something first! You probably didn't take care of him properly. That's why he went looking for someone else!" I didn't bother listening to her anymore. I hung up and blocked her number. With the shopping bags in hand, I headed to the salon I'd booked in advance. The stylist was a young guy with silver-dyed hair. "What look are you going for today?" he asked.

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

Sigh. Simon leaned back against the sofa, called Colson back, then grabbed the custard cake and ate it to deliberately provoke him. “It seems as though your sister’s taste has changed because of Master Harry. That’s right, she’s eating food prepared by top private chefs every day, so how could she still love to eat this?” “Shut up!” Colson raised his hand and threw another bun at Simon. Simon caught it, then nibbled at it slowly as he said, “Don’t cause trouble. It’s not good to waste food.”

Pretending not to notice all the signs of their shared conspiracy, I continued to pursue my own avenue of inquiry in this matter: "Leave it to me, mother. Let me put this place up for sale, and if we really can't find a buyer for it, then I'll sell off my own place to cover Ian's medical expenditures." Hearing me make this proposal, she spent a moment in thought, and then agreed to my terms. Clearly, she was certain that no one would be interested in this run-down little hovel—and meanwhile I had everything to lose. She was still playing to win it all, here…

I dragged my feet down the bed and headed to the door, hoping to dish my food and dash back into my room as soon as possible, I strain my ears by the door, peeping out slightly as I wait for a few seconds, nobody seems to be in view, so I rush out of my room while running on my toes like some thief. I strain my ears once more bad nothing seems to be going on. I dash down the stairs towards the kitchen, hoping no one is in view. I dish out some food and pick up a drink. I drop the spoon and arrange the kitchen back to quench my thirst so no one would suspect anything had entered.

Some seconds later, the door opened for her and someone in a black hoodie that covered up the entire face pushed it open and stepped aside for her to come in before shutting the door. As soon as the door shut them from the outside world, the woman putting on the hoodie immediately reached out to grab one of the grocery bags from Kareen. “Thank you,” She mumbled as she set the stuff down in the kitchen before slowly walking back to the small sitting room with her. Before plopping down one of the couches, she removed the hoodie to reveal her face. Lo and behold, she was Kareen. “Thanks for the groceries, but can you upgrade my apartment? A few places are still leaking despite the repairs,” She

“My sweet girl, this is my fault. I pushed you into the fire pit myself. I failed you. I’m sorry for letting you suffer.” I shook my head. “It’s not your fault, Mom.” Dad clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead. “That bastard dares to treat you like this? Trying to have you and still cheat with Leah? He must think no one will hold him accountable. “And Leah… I regret adopting her more than anything. She was so obedient and well-behaved, I’d never imagined she’d pull off something so shameless.” Nestled between my parents, I finally understood how lucky I was to have a family like this.

Six years into our marriage. Derrick Stratton cheated. We hadn't made out in three months, not even once. They say if your husband's not touching you, he's probably busy with someone else in bed. I didn't wanna believe it—until tonight. He was in the shower. His phone buzzed. Local number. No name. It felt off. "Hello? Who's this?" There was silence on the other end. Then a click. They knew who I was.