Simp Novels & Stories

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the

I replied. “ OK, that’s great.” “So where are we going to today” I asked. “Oh! That…. “She said as she looked forward, revealing the entirety of the Prime's homeplace. “The simulation covered it up” she said as I continued to watch in total awe, seeing indescribable technology and beings walking across the blue-tarred surface. The buildings were averagely 5 stories high with a huge one at the center that reached into the clouds…. Every single building was of the same structure, like a cylindrical tree with branches made of glass on each floor. The floors were mostly pop-ups with a glass exterior. I guess the glass was what provided the simulation. Down below, on the blue-tarred floor, were c

Elizabeth commented from the couch that was in my temporary office “Her brother is a hard candy and shirtless, makes want to forget about the diet to eat him whole.” I tried to keep my face serious, but I really couldn't, a small sound managed to escape from my throat, but I managed to hold back the laugh. Eli had been quiet for too long, if she didn't say something ingenious, maybe she would get sick. “Well, if I had to express in that way about my own brother, it would sound very incestuous, don’t you think?” “I get you friend, that's why I do it for you.” “Well.” Matt cleared his throat. Poor guy, you could tell he wasn’t used to this kind of relationship “What I understand, you want to d

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Then he nodded slowly. “Okay.” He said. I stood frozen in the middle of Silas’s room, holding the skimpy uniform in my hands. The sheer black fabric was almost weightless, the white lace trim soft. The skirt was ridiculously short, the bodice designed to push my breasts up and together, and the little apron tied with a big innocent bow at the back. It was humiliatingly erotic. Silas had already settled on the single couch across from me, legs spread casually, one arm draped over the backrest. His eyes were locked on me with lazy hunger.

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