The Sims Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Simon chuckled. "Well...I wouldn't exactly put it like that, but yeah...basically," I replied. "But why?" Simon asked. "I am tired of all this glitz and glamour with fake people and their fake smiles. I want to make real friends and maybe find my one true love," I said seriously. "Pfft...love. Who has time for that?" Simpon scoffed.

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

I confessed, quietly, almost as if I were testing the sound of the words before throwing them out into the world. Timmy blinked, confused, as Midnight looked at me over the cup of tea she had just prepared, her eyes full of unexpected interest. "What?" Timmy asked, narrowing his eyes. I raised my head, facing him directly. "I'm Sissy. The one she exchanges messages with all the time. The one she tells everything to, from the most mundane things to... even her fears and dreams. She sends me songs, shares the most detailed observations about the world around her. She talks about the books she's reading, and I..." My voice faltered for a moment, and then I took a deep breath, gathering my coura