Simmi Isaac Novels & Stories

Her mother had slipped it to her during one visit, thinking Isabella might need it for emergencies. This was an emergency. Isabella pulled it out, hands shaking as she powered it on. The screen glowed in the darkness. She dialed a number she’d memorized years ago, a number she never forgot even when she’d tried to leave that part of her life behind. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Then a voice answered, rough and familiar. “Yeah?” “Simeon,” Isabella said, her voice hoarse from not using it much in the facility, from keeping quiet and playing sane. “It’s Isabella. I need your help.”

Isaac sneered and said, “I know. Aren’t you just a singer? I heard that your family spent a lot of money to try and promote you for several years, but you still could not make it to fame. After that, you finally went abroad and changed your face before you finally became famous. Am I right?” “F*ck!” Tom, who was on the other end of the line, was so angry that he could only clench his teeth. “You’re really seeking your death! If you have the guts, why don’t you tell me your name, then? If I do not teach you a f*cking lesson, my name is not Tom Zielinski!” Isaac replied indifferently, “My name is Isaac Cameron. I’m the general manager of Shangri-La in Aurous Hill. You can just come here if you

"Bhabhi I can't, he is already married and won't accept me. And I'm betrothed to Sanjay." "That's my problem. I will talk with Naman. He has to marry for the sake of Manav. I don't want a stepmother for him ". Simmi goes to her room and bolts it. She was devastated. "Why is she after my life? She knows I love Sanjay but then too she wants me to marry Naman. How can I marry him? He is already married. I don't think he will agree." She wails cursing her fate. The next morning at the breakfast table, "Naman, after breakfast, please come to study. I need to talk to you."

I blew gently on the bowl of porridge in front of me, just warmed. For a moment, the rising mist blurred my vision. My eyes, dry and sore, began to sting faintly. Then the silence shattered—my phone, vibrating and screaming like it was possessed. I glanced down and saw a familiar name flashing insistently on the screen. Charles. Without thinking, I answered. Muscle memory. I even put it on speaker.

the voice said. "Yes," Adaeze said. "Who is this?" A pause. "My name is Simi," the voice said. "You don't know me. I'm — I know your husband." Adaeze stood very still in the yard. The delivery trucks were being unloaded behind her. Ikenna was directing the process with his usual efficient authority. The ordinary noise and activity of the business continued around her with total indifference to what was happening inside the small bubble of this phone call. She did not say anything immediately.

His eyes briefly met Alice’s as she entered, but he looked away just as quickly. Standing behind Grandma Janet was Simi, her ever-efficient personal assistant. Simi was a tall, slender woman in her forties with a composed demeanor, always dressed impeccably in professional yet stylish outfits. She was rarely seen without her tablet, always ready to take notes or handle whatever task was required of her. "Alice, my dear!" Grandma Janet's voice was warm as she gestured for Alice to sit beside her. “I was just telling Daniel here that you and Kelvin have been having such a wonderful time together. I couldn’t be happier.”

Isabella explains and I raise my eyebrows trying to get the sense of what happened. "Simon fell down from the balcony of the third floor of Tech building, he broke all his bones and went into a coma. Karma right." Isabella says tears falling from her eyes. My heart beat loudly in my chest, I was so filled with adrenalin but from the fear and devastation I could see etched into her beautiful features.

“I'm Isabelle. Thank you.” Behind Gigi was a man in thin rectangular glasses. He gave Isabelle a brief, courteous nod. “Arjun. Nice to meet you.” Then there was another, shorter this time around. “Hey, you must be Isabelle. I’m Simon.” She met Massimo next before two other women entered the studio. One was petite, with fiery red hair pulled into a messy bun and a streak of blue paint across her cheek. And the other, tall, elegant with her hair pulled into a neat bun. She wore a black turtleneck top over high-waist trousers, with heels that made resounding sounds after each step she took.

Indya closed the door for a meeting, preparing for the fan event. “That person just now...” Chris tried to explain. Jessica knew the internal situation of the International Medical Organization like the back of her hand. “Simon is the highest leader of International Medical Organization. He is Cherian and left Cheria completely 20 years ago. Due to the dangerous domestic situation and many people pursuing him, he was unable to return.” “How do you know?” asked Chris.

Grace said, and Isabelle noticed that was the second time she used similes in her speech. The lack of excitement and pleasantries in Ope's voice made Isabelle decide she'd have to give that one enough space. She looked like a Tomboy with her low haircut and also didn't smile. And smiling was a good first impression to Isabelle. However, Isabelle believed Ope was probably anti-social and that wasn't a disease. Jessica later chipped in Ope's full name was Opeoluwa and also introduced her as the female sport prefect, which didn't come as a surprise to Isabelle.