Too Young Too Simple Novels & Stories

I seemed to have never taken the initiative to do anything for myself. From now on, I would live for myself. Lying on the windowsill and looking at the clear sky outside, I began to think about what I really wanted to do. I used to have dreams too. It was just that they were not some major goals. I was never ambitious, nor did I ever think I would become the Luna. I just wanted to lead a simple life. When I was in college, I once thought of opening my own bookstore to provide a place for like-minded people to hang out. Even if I could not make money, it did not matter. Besides, I was not short of money.

"Do you know why I had you undergo limb-lengthening surgery? It's because you resemble my dream guy by 80%. The final 20% was because you were too short. Only by having the surgery could you look like him." Noah stared at her in disbelief. "So, you never loved me? I was just a substitute?" "Why would I love you? You're nothing compared to him! And how could I donate half my liver to you? Only that stupid woman, Victoria, would be willing to do that." Amelia burst out laughing again. "Darling, do you know what I saved your contact as? A simp! You're just a simp who gave everything and ended up with nothing. Your wife is dead! Your own son despises you! You're just a stray dog now! How patheti

“Are you freaking kidding me? Don’t shout at me when I’m trying to sleep! I’m not so stupid that I don’t know when it’s time to eat. Get out!” I hadn’t dodged in time and ended up with a gash on my forehead, bleeding profusely. Now, only a scar served as a reminder. Keith never apologized. “Don’t disturb me when I’m sleeping,” was all he said. At the time, I naively believed it was my fault.

"Reed...I said later, and consider, and later key word being later." "You say later I say tater tot. Casper and Charlie need both set of parents." I rolled my eyes, "Sure." The end

I pointed to the sign hanging on the hotdog stand and the nearby convenience store. It said, "Cash only." "Miss, wait for me. I'll be right back." I watched Charles walk away and sighed, reflecting on the joys of youth. Despite being just a year older than him, I had ended up in my current miserable situation. "Miss, isn't he handsome? He doesn't have a girlfriend. Would you like to consider him??" one of Charles' classmates said, mistakenly thinking that my prolonged gaze at Charles’ back was due to a strong interest in him.

She brought out the poisoned one and like a play, she exchanged them without Khloé noticing. “The yogurt tastes so good,” Khloé smiled, cutely. “I know, that's why I bought it too. You will be a good marketer when you grow up, it was because of your words that I bought it” Ophelia chuckled and tugged Khloé's cheeks playfully. “I want to be a lawyer when I grow up, I thought of how much Carson defends my mom, and I want to be like him when I get older.” Khloe disagreed with Ophelia.

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

Next day, Theresa Mo got her kids dressed up and ready for school. It's going to be their first day in school and her first day in Office. She looked at the boy's and they looked great in their school uniforms. They're three years and a half years old but have the brain and smartness of a ten year old. "Are you going to accompany us to school?"Lee Mo asked. He was going to kindergarten in his former school until his mother told him and his brother that they were returning to their country and started another school.

I didn't even recognize my friend. "What is wrong? Are you surprised by my appearance?” I nodded, confirming her words. And for some reason, this new appearance seems familiar to me. The sheer makeup, the braided hair, and the thin bangs that were left around her forehead felt very familiar. "I feel like I saw myself in middle school," I sarcastically said. I could tell that the girl was really being sarcasticed, well it can't be helped, I'm just telling the truth. “Hey, are you the only one who looks like this? Everyone has too."

Ted's POV I'd just finished signing the custody waiver the judge had drawn up when Vivian Simpson and our daughter arrived. They probably assumed I was here to drag them through court for a ninth time, the way I had the last eight. Vivian's voice dripped with mockery. "Ted, this makes nine lawsuits. It'll be the last one, too. Chloe just turned eight today, and legally, she's old enough to choose which of us she wants to live with."