Simpsons Disco Character Novels & Stories

“You were about to say I should just suck it up and keep doing it? It’s because you think that this is my chance to make up with you, right? You actually think you’re that important?” Jason froze, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. For a moment, it was as if he had been doused in chili juice. It was stinging and unbearable. I laughed even louder. “A man who doesn’t even respect himself is no better than rotten cabbage. You’re disgusting. Now get the hell out of my sight.” His temple twitched, his face turned bright red, and his hand trembled as he pointed at me. “Y-you’ll regret this!”

He lifted his shirt and showed a nasty scar across his abdomen. I wondered who painted it on him. I said nothing, and simply watched his performance with a blank face. When Sampson saw that I didn't react, a flicker of embarrassment appeared on his face. I let out a cold snicker. "Are you done? Is that good person who sent you to the hospital Desiree?" Simpson's expression froze. Even now, he was still playing dumb. "What are you talking about? I don't understand you. Your mate is back… Shouldn't you be happy?"

"Sophia, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson." "Nice to meet you," Sophia answered with a composed nod, polite smile fixed. The Simpsons welcomed her back warmly, Mrs. Simpson going so far as to give Sophia's hand a gentle squeeze, as though she were indeed delighted. And then came the question which had been inevitable. "And where is Damien?" asked Mr. Simpson, his eyes rapidly scanning the group before focusing again on me. I was ready to respond, but before I could say anything, that familiar force asserted itself on my awareness. I did not have to look at him first, I always felt him before he came.

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you

Krista rolls her eyes. “A Simp is a guy who will do anything for his girl. Paint toes, cook dinners, carry her everywhere, buy her anything, all of it,” Daisy explains. “Like Krista said, no one expects it of you. Tony for Sophie, makes total sense. He has been her Simp since they met.” “Damn right,” I nod and crinkle my nose at my woman. Sophie is mine now. All mine! “I take care of Krista, don’t I, Baby?” Zach asks, giving her a pout in the rearview mirror.

Somehow, I ended up outside the amusement park. The same one where Shayne and I had our first date. Memories hit like a sucker punch. At eighteen, he won me a giant stuffed bear right here. At twenty, we came back every year like it was our thing. "Woof!" Pudding barked, yanking me out of the nostalgia spiral. I looked up. Right under the Ferris wheel stood a full-blown pink floral castle, balloons swaying like it was straight out of a rom-com.

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.

“Shroud is a bully.” “I could hear you down in the Dungeon.” Dink helped Sonny Boy out of the closet and stood back while she brushed herself off. Sonny Boy was wearing a pink bikini. Dink suddenly felt eroticized by curiosity. “What did he do to you?” Dink asked. “It’s too humiliating to discuss.” “Did he use nipple clips on you?” Sonny Boy swished him away with his hand. “You’re such a hillbilly, Dink.” Sonny Boy looked over the damage.

Before Monica spoke, Sly interjected. "She is Monica, my wife, and you are not allowed anywhere near her," Sly said firmly, brushing Dickson's hands away. If it's James, Sly might try to trust him but when it comes to Dickson, Sly saw him as a direct replica of his mum, just by his appearance. He couldn't trust either of them. Dickson tried to lighten the atmosphere, as he made a request. "So, can I accompany you to the office today?"