The Sims Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His steely blue eyes staring deeply at me. I looked back straight into his eyes. I'm not the same Hannah that can be affected easily by his intense gaze. "Another chance? Another chance to hurt me? You're so hilarious, Mr. Ricafort." I said as I smiled sarcastically. Then, I added. "We can no longer be together, Alex. We both know that our families are rivals." "Hi, Ms. Simons!" A man's voice greeted me. I instantly tilted my head and glanced at the driver's seat.

My sister, Bethany, prefers to be called Bee or Bumblebee. “Come in.” I’m just glad she’s the type to knock. As she opens the door, I see her walk in with her all time favorite outfit. I know it well because she has many pairs of the yellow and black bumblebee striped socks and the black short-shorts. The white shirt she wore with it was new though. “You’ll never guess what I heard at school today about your school.” She smirks, “Let me guess,” Axel chips in, “, we’re a bunch of stuck up loons?” Bee laughs, but only because she’s developed a crush on him.

No, my lady, you don't want alpha Stefan to kill me for disobeying his order, he doesn't spare anyone who disobeys and fails to carry out his instructions effectively. "If you want to obey your alpha, you should get me something to eat, I am starving, and my tummy is craving food." A sweet smile spread across Simi's face, she turned and left the room, after hearing the loud growling of my tummy, like she knew the reason I rejected the offer, I don't feel great about my body right now. I grabbed his towel and made my way into the washroom, washing all the worthless dirt from my body, I wished that the bruises would leave as well.

But she was also my sister, and that meant a certain amount of loyalty. "It's all true. About the other two, I mean." She screamed again. "Simone, you bad girl!" she squealed. "Tell me everything! What are they like? Who's better in bed?" "I am not telling you that!" "Come on, sis. I'm stuck in the middle of f*cking nowhere while you're living this grand adventure. The last guy to take me out was a farmer, and this guy literally smelled like shit. Cow shit, Simone! What good is having a famous sister if she won't let me live vicariously through her?"

"We'll have plenty to talk about. Specifically, all the filthy, hot sex you'll be having." "We are not having sex. It's all fake." Heat rushes to my cheeks when I think of how he spoke to me in his office earlier. I shouldn't have provoked him like I did, but it was like my body was out of my control. Traitorous uterus. "Right." She gives me a look that says I'm full of shit. "You'll only be sharing a bed every night with the most eligible bachelor in New York." THE DIMLY LIT lobby of Damien's apartment is so porcelain, I bet there isn't a speck of dust anywhere.

That lunatic was on a whole other level. Did he really think I was bluffing when I said I would get an abortion? I had just been too busy to handle it yet. Did he really think I would be too heartbroken to let go? That I would keep the baby, struggle as a miserable single mom, and spend the rest of my life pining over him? It looked like he had been living in a fantasy novel for too long! The truth was that some people were just pathetic. When I loved him with all my heart, he used that love to trample all over me. However, the moment I took that love back, he did not know what to do with himself.

“And, just so you know brother, nothing is off limits.” To say he was shocked was an understatement. The former belle of the Far Hills pack was currently on her knees. That dress was far too tight and threatening to split at any moment. Yet Liam knew he had to play along, if only for her sake. Who knew where Si might decide to dump her otherwise? “Well, this is an unexpected pleasure,” he drawled, hating himself when he saw the look on her face: fright. “Tired of her, are you?” “And then some,” Simon said. “Figured you’d be up for some recreation of the female variety given that the hybrid’s with pup. Enjoy.”

Today's sunny afternoon in the middle of winter was the wedding of Matthew Kanne, the wealthy American bachelor, and Nicholas' younger sister, Ficanzi de Sanctis, who must have changed to Ficanzi Kanne. She had been doing me a favor by looking after Anna and Penelope, and I had often asked her to let me know how they were doing since I couldn't go anywhere with the security around me tightening up. Ficanzi not only told me, but she showed me pictures of them. Penelope was already doing so well; she had gained weight, was in the healthy category, and was definitely happy. It was the same with Anna, but she often asked me where I was, how I was doing, and why I never came to their place anymor

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I added sarcastically, my gaze shifting snidely towards a smug Livia Simmons before meeting his gaze with an accusing look in mine. “Oh, um, Lucy-this-uh, this is an old friend of mine. You remember Mr. Simmons. This is his daughter, Livia-” “Oh, please, darling,” Livia chirped, her voice loud as if requesting all eyes to be on her. “You don’t have to introduce me. Everyone already knows who I am.” I scoffed, and rolled my eyes, unable to hide the clear annoyance on my face.. “Yes, Alaric-I didn’t tell you?” I retorted. “Your dear sister made it a point to introduce Ms. Simmons to me.”