Naruto Simpson Novels & Stories

I did not have time to deal with her because a voice suddenly rang in my head. “Congrats, host! You’ve completed your mission. The Simp System is now deactivated.” My sanity finally returned!

With a puzzled look on her face, Nanako asked, “Kobayashi-san, do you have any problem with this Dr. Simmons?” “Oh, no, no.” Jiro hurriedly waved his hand and said seriously, “I’ve never met Dr. Simmons before. By the way, frankly speaking, before my brother passed away, he once offended the doctor, so I’m afraid he holds a grudge against our family. In order not to affect his decision when you ask him to treat Yamamoto-san, it’ll be better if you don’t say my name. You can call me Tanaka-san.”

For such a young kid, he already knows the term "unwind" "I'm Sumire." Briefly, she introduces herself. Narco turned around and stared blankly at her. "I know. Mort told me a lot about you. Mort and I are close friends." Narco said jovially which made Sumire stunned and amazed at his ability to speak clearly without stuttering. "Mort, I didn't know you had a close friend as cute as Narco. I thought you had no friends." Mort was about to deny what Narco said when the food they ordered arrived unexpectedly. And the worst thing was the appearance of Klauss who was the one delivering the food which made him baffled.

I already tossed my heels away and was bare footed. “Here,” I offered and he smiled. His grin was the most perfect in the world, he didn’t have to show so much to appear captivating. I lowered on the next couch and grabbed a pack of my crunchy chips. I stuffed some into my moth and Devin decided to ask a question. “Isn’t this like a continuation of Naruto?” I turned to him and a smile crept on my lips, he had no idea how happy I was that he enjoyed anime too. “You watch Anime?”

Harry Simone. Harry was the youngest of the Simones. People called the family “rabid dogs” because they were scrappy, ruthless, and always fighting for scraps. Harry was a walking disaster. He was loud, impulsive, obnoxious, and loved to remind everyone how rich he was. But tonight, he was king of the jungle. And my target.

He said to the others who were about to enter the restroom, "Go somewhere else, there's a private matter that needs to be resolved here." Jordan was already not someone to be messed with, and now with his narrow phoenix eyes, he looked even more intimidating. After someone recognized him, he got scared and quickly left with his friends. Jordan took a puff of his cigarette, leaned against the wall, and didn't forget to give instructions to the people inside. "Your leg was still undergoing rehabilitation, be careful." Hunter was squatting next to Lena, and he raised his hand to touch her forehead. The man who was kicked by him rolled his eyes and fainted.

“I don't drink that; I might go crazier if I do. Ehhh, do you still remember? “I said. But he still put some on my wine glass. Ah, damn. Rymalene, where are you? Sean took his own share and stared into my eyes. He twirled the contents of his glass, smiled at me, and finally drank. “You're always the mischievous one who messes up everything.” I think I was drunk drunk. Haha. “Sean, are you trying to imitate Naruto? His technique... do you call that? That ability to make many clones? “ “Who's Naruto?” I laughed. Heck, how bad was his childhood life? “You don’t know even Naruto? Ha, busy getting rich, ain’t you?! Anyway, Sean, you did the right thing. Doesn’t matter if people knew Naruto. He co

Soon enough the person who was wearing an ordinary knight’s uniform stop in front of me. His innocent doe eyes shine admist the blinding sun. His face covered with sweat but he still look fresh at mabango. Amoy baby johnson. Seeing this cinnamon roll at least calm my boiling rage. “Simon?” I asks him, far too quiet for the human ear. He flinches at the sound of his name, spoken so clearly from my lips. He’s such a quite and sweet child. His eyes trace the lines and grooves of the ground, and looks like he is wondering if he did something wrong or is about to happen. He seem can’t find his voice.

he huffed while sucking up the damn burning sensations. “Sure you are,” Samantha taunted with a roll of her eyes. “What’s your name ?” he asked to forget about the fresh and old pain of the wounds on his hand. The herbs stung a lot. Shit ! “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” she replied pat with a smirk. “We are not strangers anymore,” the boy softly said. “We are friends !” he whispered making Samantha look at him wide eyed before she grinned. “You can call me Simz. Only Dre and my siblings get to call me that,” she shyly told her much endearing, intimate nickname to her new friend.

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.