Lisa Simpson Novels & Stories

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

"I have been trying to land a major role for years. But every time I get close, it is given to someone else. Someone who does not even deserve it." "Who?" I asked. Viviana's jaw tightened. "Rebecca Simpson." I felt the blood drain from my face. "Rebecca Simpson? The famous actress?" Viviana nodded bitterly. "The same. She is everywhere. Every major production, every award show, every magazine cover. She has connections, you see. She is connected to the Lycan royal family. The four princes. She has been their... companion for years. And because of that, she gets everything she wants."

Harmless. Lisa opened the door wearing a simple white tank top and denim shorts that hugged her hips. At forty-one, she had the kind of soft, curvy figure that came from motherhood and years of yoga. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and a few damp strands clung to her neck. She looked grateful. “Jake, you’re a lifesaver,” she said, pulling him into a quick hug. Her breasts pressed softly against his chest for a brief second. “I tried to fix it myself but I just made it worse. Come on in.”

Sheri teased. Sheri and Lisa worked together and were good friends, all the more amazing since they had so little in common. Sheri was a computer programmer, Lisa was in recruiting. Sheri was tall and lean, Lisa was short and voluptuous. Sheri, dark and tanned, had long brunette hair. Lisa was very fair and had shoulder length platinum blond hair with a wild purple streak in the front. Sheri was from a western cattle ranch, Lisa, was a mid-west city girl. Sheri was elegant, Lisa was arrogant. Yet somehow they were best of friends.

"Lisa so much as feels a slight breeze and you get more anxious than a stock market crash. The entire elite circle knows your 'bottom line' is now spelled L-I-S-A!" "At dinner tonight, who was peeling crab like a professional servant?" "Who was drinking out of her used teacup just to get a taste of her lips?" "What happened to your germaphobia? Did the dog eat it?" "Anything Lisa touches, you treat like holy water. If the rest of us touch you, you want to soak your hands in bleach!" "You dare call me whipped?!" "When it comes to being a simp, you are the goddamn founding father!" I was shaking with laughter in Alexander's arms, my shoulders trembling as I listened to Luke's frantic rant.

The faces on the screen were mostly covered by their passionately entangled limbs. However, everyone could still recognize the woman from the clip right away. It was none other than the woman standing next to Chad. "Is that woman next to Mr. Simmons the woman in the clip? Look at how they're holding hands!" "Mr. Simmons' taste for women is pretty unique. First, he had Sadie Ellis, who has a bad reputation but no viral pornographic clips online. After that, he got himself an innocent-looking bitch." Josie went weak in the knees. She fell, kneeling to the ground. "How could this happen? This is fake! It's all doctored footage! That's not me!