Simp Novels & Stories

She walked towards the table and peered down on the varieties of gun ranging from the pistol to the machine gun. "These are my babies." Jessy grinned devilishly at her. Her hands introduced the guns. "Here is the rifle, it's a bit rusty for learners, this one's called a shotgun. And this is the magnum, the revolver and here is my favourite Uzi." Jessy pointed the Uzi submachine gun at Dale. "Please don't joke with these things." Dale begged but Jessy was now acting so serious. "I said get down!" Jessy shouted in a louder tone. "On your knees."

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

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,

Time to end this one way or another. ***

' Sia has really disappointed me today, I thought she was sure a good girl, but today I am starting see her in a different light' ################

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

ACE I surveyed Miranda from the corner of my eye as I drove to her apartment. She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it.

My plan for Alex Oliver was to make him as simple as the next man beside us. Alex wasn't hot—he was cute. Alex didn't have any flashy cars—he had a bicycle. He wasn't the CEO of any billionaire company, just a normal twenty seven year old doing his normal stuff.

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,