Simmi Isaac Novels & Stories

Then again, perhaps I was simply starving after drinking myself half to death the night before. Still, this morning had begun far differently from what I had expected. Unfortunately, my brief peace didn't last. My phone suddenly rang. I glanced at the screen. An unknown number. “Hello?” I answered casually, already wondering who could possibly be calling me this early. “Isabella.” The moment I heard the deep, slightly husky voice on the other end, I knew exactly who it was. “Zachary Simon.” “I won't ask how you got my number, Mr. Simon.”

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

Dinner was the same as breakfast. She shuffled in the bed, trying to find the best position to sleep. It was hard to let sleep take over when millions of thoughts were going through her mind. She finally surrendered and walked up. She got her phone silently and sat back on the bed. She entered the sight Sima had sent her a week ago. Sima was her and her brother’s Indian friend. She was a sweet Indian woman in her mid thirties. They had met her in the library they go to every weekend and had been seeing her there every time. They gave her the nickname Simba. Sima had travelled back to her country a couple of days ago to visit her mother. She lived in America with her husband and children but

I aimed to reach Simeon's place, take Sasha, and ensure she got to school. Venita!" Simeon exclaimed, brimming with excitement as she spotted me. "I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," she said, her sea-blue eyes focused on me. Her long, raven-dark hair, getting all the way down to her waist, bounced as she enthusiastically greeted me. Simeon had a slender figure with graceful curves, and she radiated beauty. Her smile was infectious, showcasing immaculate teeth. If she ever considers modeling, she will be in the tier of supermodels in no time.

"The pretty girl who likes to hum. And you're her fiancé, Nat-whatever, I assume." "No," Paulina denied, trying to break free from Simon's embrace. "Simon is-" "She broke up with the idiot," Simon interrupted before Paulina could explain their relationship. "My name is Simon Salvatore, her current fiancé," he added, tightening his embrace to prevent her from escaping. "And I still don't understand what you're doing here." "Oh, Mr. Isaque is a handyman," Paulina explained. "He does repairs and..." "I know what a handyman does," Simon interrupted, eyeing Isaque suspiciously. "What I don't know is what a half-naked man is doing in my house alone with my wife."

I tell her, bracing myself for the part that came next. "Even signing a contract with his partner, in return I had to be friends with his daughter", Camila's eyes still stared at me, waiting. How is she so invested in me tonight?. She's been invested in me a lot of times, but this one was different. And just staring back into her eyes and falling into her gaze, I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling all over my body. "Let me guess, you fell in love" Camila nods, "I remember her, Brooke Simmons, teen magazine's most beautiful asset" she says with an eye roll, whoa.

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

“Her name is Isla. She was with Alessia for six years. She’s not offering information because she wants anything. She’s offering it because she’s tired of protecting a woman who would set fire to her own staff just to keep her crown.” Julian exhaled through his nose. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the weight of his agreement in the silence. “I’ll sit in, if you want,” he said finally. “But if you’d rather handle it alone, I’ll be outside.” “No,” I said. “Stay.” The door chimed softly then. Not urgent. Not dramatic. Just enough to let me know that the moment had come. Simone stepped out from the back hallway, tablet in hand, and nodded toward the front.

A young man stands up and holds out his hand; I take his hand in mine as I say. “It's lovely to meet you, Jake; I'm looking forward to working with you.” Mr Harris then goes on introducing me to the rest of the team. “This is James Powell.” An older man stands up as he says. “Lovely to meet you, Miss Simms, Im looking forward to working with you.” I turn to shake James’s hand as I say. “It's nice to meet you too, James and please call Me Ellie.” He nods his head as Mr Harris carries on with the introductions.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.