The Sims Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Simon blinked his eyes as he waited for Maxine to answer. Staring at him, Maxine guessed that perhaps, Simon was craving for attention. He once said that it was his dream to have a sweet duaghter, and Dwight does not seem the type who will charm his father. So, to fulfill her fake dad’s dream, Maxine smiled sweetly at him and said, “Yes, dad. I love all of these. Thank you so much.” “Wow! I am really happy to have a daughter!” Simon faked tears and pretended wiping his cheeks.

He still doesn't give his answer. I do wonder if he ever been in love with someone. Who the lucky girl is. Was it Emma? Because I couldn't blame him if he fell in love. With those mezmerizing eyes and pretty smile? If I rmebee that limiter they both in his room, it looks really obvious that she made him so happy that moment. Maybe, Simon fell in love with her. So what then? I couldn't be that girl. I never was. When I come back to my room. I change into a sports bra and just night short. When I get under the covers, I reveive a text from Sinamon. It has to be misspelled.

“And, yes, you do! You should ask him to the spring dance.” “He’s got a girlfriend, nitwit,” she said, hitting me back with her pillow. “Shit. I forgot about that.” Simon’s girlfriend is a skanky cheerleader who cheats on him regularly. “I guess you’ll just have to wait to find some hunky wolf at college.” “Go to sleep, human, before I eat you.” “You go to sleep,” I grumbled. Then I remembered what she said earlier this evening. “Besides, you said humans taste disgusting.”

If you keep acting like a simp, you’ll only make the male lead hate you more. [You have to become a vicious heiress to win your crazy childhood friend’s heart.] [Otherwise, once Gabert turns into a devil, he’ll make anyone he dislikes disappear, including you, crybaby.] My heart trembled. In my previous life, it was because I kept acting like his devoted lapdog that Gabert locked me in a basement and tortured me miserably. Thinking of that, my shoulders trembled with fear, and I quietly sobbed. Seeing my tears, impatience crept up on Gabert’s face.

She raised the phone in her right hand in front of Bryson. Instead, Bryson simply glanced crudely at it and disdainfully replied, “Do you take me for a fool, Charlotte Simmons? Or have you overestimated your own intelligence? The person chatting with Zenios isn’t even Tiffany. Is this your attempt to slander her? By creating a random account to fabricate these chat records?” Tiffany, who seemed aggrieved on the surface, was smirking deep down. Zenios was her favorite celebrity, her dream guy, and the man she wanted to sleep with most of all.

Rumor was she screamed Shayne's name in court like it was some tragic love story. None of it mattered. Not to me. I wasn't anybody's simp, and definitely not love-brained. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, I was still gonna treat myself right. My life was never built to orbit around romance. The Chat Feed barely buzzed anymore: [Ley's glowing up. Love this version of her!] [Certified Girlboss arc.] [Hope she meets someone better.] I shut off my phone and glanced out the window. The sun was perfect, the breeze soft.

I opened the post and skimmed through it. I was so angry I actually laughed. Simon poured out a heartfelt confession to the female streamer, Claire. [Claire only calls out to me so sweetly in her livestream. If that's not favoritism, what is? [Once I've spent 100 thousand dollars on Claire's stream, I'll ask her out in person and confess!] Then, when he mentioned me, his tone flipped instantly. [Sigh, I do feel sorry for my fiancée. She's already thirty—not young anymore. Other than me, who would even want her?]

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.

“She pretended to say something. She didn’t say anything to me. I told you Emmett wouldn’t go for the forgiving father routine. Just leave it.” In the car; “What was that all about?” Emmett yells, glaring his eyes at Simone. “You told me he spread rumours about you in high school. You didn’t tell me he was chasing you.” “He isn’t chasing me. Not anymore” “He still has a thing for you” Emmett snaps, cutting Simone off. “What did you say to him?” “I told him I was Leona Simmons” Simone answers in a whisper. “Great. Now he has something to use against us” Emmett retorts. Not wanting to look at Simone; he turns his face towards the window.