Naruto Simpson Novels & Stories

"Sylvia is my servant! She's just someone I send on errands! I'm the one paying! It's me! And you're just a singer. You have no right to look down on me!" The celebrity, amused at Lawrence's fury, shot me a playful wink. "In that case, Mr. Carter, let's settle my appearance fee first." Hearing that, Lawrence, who had just been throwing a fit and smashing things, froze in place. He shot me a bewildered look. "Sylvia, how do you even handle things? How come the appearance fee still hasn't been paid?" I looked at Lawrence's stunned face and gave him a big, cheeky smile. "I'm your maid, Mr. Carter. Since when does a maid pay for something like this?"

Wayne said faking a smile to cover up the shock on his face. "Ohhh.....so this is the mighty junk called James".Simpson said as he stands to inspect James. "I'm not a junk,my name is James,I thought he mentioned that to you earlier on".James replied. "I don't care whatever your name is,you're still a junk to me and there's nothing you can do about it".Simpson grinned now facing James eyeball to eyeball. "Oh......you think so?".James said as he suddenly hit Simpson on his face.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

Although, what was different this time was instead of Hunter, who carried out everything meticulously, the meeting was attended by Natasha who needed extra time to go through the entire process. However, it was not a trouble for Mr. Simpson as he used to be irked with Hunter’s quickness and intelligence that always outshone the old man. That feeling over time developed in internal jealousy. But, since this time Hunter was not there, or exiled from the position despite being the most efficient CEO, Mr. Simpson was having a laugh to himself while Natasha took her time. Thinking something, he decided to have a little fun about Hunter’s situation by taunting his sister. He got to know from someo

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

She simpers. Excellent.

I knew almost immediately that it was his comment. "Well, I know someone that knows someone that knows Christopher, and I can assure you that Dante is such a big simp for Christopher." I looked up at him to find him staring at me, grinning as if enjoying my reaction. "Really?" I asked, and he just grinned. "What?" he asked, covering his mouth so I wouldn't see the stupid grin on his face. "Big simp?" I asked, and he nodded. "I mean, you are. They are right. You simp so deeply for me," he said with a shrug.

I found myself frowning lightly at the girl in question. Jessica flipped her hair again with a smug grin plastered on her face, "You heard me right." "Wait..." The strawberry blonde had a wide-eyed look on her face, her eyes still locked with Jessica's, Jessica cocked her head to the side, "Yes, sweetheart?" "If your last name is Simpson, doesn't that make your father Alpha Jerry Simpson?" She inquired, the gears visibly turning in her head Jessica hummed nonchalantly, "I guess you could say that."

"Lick, lick, lick, and in the end, the lapdog gets nothing. Well, he's pitiful enough—I won't bother lowering myself to his level. Come on, Sharon, let's go. I'll take you somewhere fun." Sharon gave a small nod and turned to leave. Nate's jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. He stared after them like he'd just swallowed something rotten. His buddies glanced around at each other, unsure. One of them let out a dry chuckle, trying to recover the moment. "Man, those two women must be tired of living. Calling Nate a simp? No way! Nate's definitely not some simp, he's—" The sentence froze on his lips.

Simon advised wearing a smile on his face. "How do I show gratitude to the same people that murdered my parents?" "They did murder your parents but it was out of self-defense... Your people started the war but we're victorious and no survivors were left only little kids like you were spared, after so many years you become Luna and you want to vent out all the hate now that you're Luna... That's ridiculous" Simon chuckles,