Simslots Novels & Stories

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,

Raising an arm, she asked, "Who's finally believed nothing's impossible for Anderson Simpson?" All three arms were up. Then looking at one another, they burst into teenage shrill. "But how did you connect the principal's number to your watch?" asked Jocelyn. "Does it use a Sim?" "It's easy, I added a programmed data of a Google Assistant to my phone's Sim (data), compressed the duo into a unison and, voilà, my SW is formed." She turned her head to Harry and said, "How does your best friend make seriously complex things sound so easy?"

She told him. She then turned and looked at them. Eliot was standing next to Austin glaring at Kieran who had an amused expression on his face. Simon stood in his fighting stance waiting for something to happen, he did not know the elder, but he was a vampire and that was enough for him to want to fight. “Austin and Kieran. Can we go inside and talk?” asked Shannon.

I let them ramble for a few more seconds before taking a deep breath, and tapped my knuckle on the glass car window to distract myself from the nerves that were rolling through my body. “Let her speak.” Simons voice finally sounded through the car, the dark rumble like a warning before a storm. He was more tense than normal, and I could see it in the way his shoulders were squared up. I gave him a small smile to thank him, and looked down to fumble with my fingers nervously

Like a man on the edge, Caden suddenly grabbed his phone, his thumb moving fast as he dialed a familiar number, belonging to q man called Mitch, a long-time friend from college who now worked in telecom security. The phone rang once before the groggy voice picked up. “Yeah, man?” Caden wasted no time. “Can someone delete or intercept a message without the phone owner knowing?” There was a pause on the other end. Mitch exhaled, rubbing through what sounded like bed sheets. His voice came out slurred with fatigue. “It’s rare… but yeah. With access to the SIM, or if someone cloned the phone. Especially back then, it was easier.” Caden didn’t react immediately. He sat there still, the phone pres

On the other side, Gladyce and the others waited quietly, and their cell phones rang in their pockets. ... It was from Simon. Gladyce frowned and picked it up. "Hello." How could he call her? "Okay." Simon's voice was always low and cold. "You saw the second one of the mountain- type recreational vehicle. The number of the parking lot is really high. Come on up." "Hmm?" Gladyce raised an eyebrow. "Me?" What about Zhou Jingbo? "Come here first." Simon said in a low voice and hung up the phone in a hurry.

I had waited a month for Ascendant Group's college recruitment offer. When it finally arrived, Yvie Smith walked over arm in arm with another man while she smiled at me. "Carl, you should let Kevin take that offer instead." As I turned to her, everyone around me was holding back their laughter, waiting for me to cave and agree, like I had always done. It had been ten years. I would give her anything whenever she asked, from competition qualification spots and postgraduate recommendations to ten grand worth of hard-earned money… She was used to it, and I had since made peace with it. And now, she was looking at me loftily, speaking as if she were giving alms. "It's the same thing every t

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

He slots it into a small grey-plastic LTE travel router, the kind business travellers use in hotels with bad Wi-Fi. Then he pairs the Android to the router over Wi-Fi only, with the cellular antenna in the phone disabled at the firmware level. "The phone never touches a tower again," he says. "It uses the router for data. The router uses the SIM. The router stays in Paris." "Where in Paris?" "I’m thinking an internet cafe. I’ll attach it to the wall next to the other routers. One more box won’t even register." "And it will ping a Paris tower." "Yes. If my mother tries to call the phone, the call routes over data through the router, the tower thinks the phone is in Paris because the SIM is in