Mercedes Monroe – A Short Sim Story

***Authors Note!*** Again, this story wasn’t written for the Sims. So some of the staging will be off. BUT luckily, this is the last short story you’ll have to suffer through! Because my computer is on it’s way home, and should be here any day now. Woo!


A young lady clothed in an expensive red dress sat in the office, her legs crossed. Her sleek orange hair was perfectly curled and pulled to the side, giving her an attractive but professional look. She was getting impatient. She hadn’t been waiting long, but it was getting late and she was ready to go home. She began shaking her foot, letting her high red heel slip on and off of her pedicured toes.


Footsteps came up to the door behind her. A black haired, dark man walked in. The girl turned her head slightly, letting her cat-like green eyes survey the man. Her bright red lips grew into a wide grin as she slowly stood up and straightened out her dress.

“I see you took your time getting here.” she said as she walked up to the man.

“I think you have a rip in your stockings there,  Ms. Monroe.” the man said, his eyes glued to her legs.

“I didn’t come here to flirt, Bill.” the girl snapped, her eyes cold. “Do I have the job or not?”

The man looked up. “Yes. But it won’t stay that way for long if that attitude keeps up.” he said as his voice got stern.  “You have an impressive record. Don’t mess this up for us, Marci.”


A smile grew upon her lips once more. “By the time I’m done with that jury, they’ll convict a snail for man-slaughter.” she insured as she grabbed the papers from his hand and walked out the door.

Bill sighed after watching her leave. What was he to do? She was a good lawyer. In fact, she was probably the best he’s seen.

Mercedes walked out of the law firm and into the chill of the night. It was well passed dark. She shivered as she dug through her purse to find her car keys.  She walked confidently, despite the night’s cold crisp air and unusual darkness. She didn’t even notice the dark figure following her every move.


She stopped in front of her overly-expensive car, still rummaging through her bag. The large figure loomed behind her. “Ugh! Where are these damn k-” Her thoughts were interrupted by a chemical-smelling cloth coming over her nose and mouth. Her eyes widened and she tried to scream, but she was out before she could make a sound.

Mercedes awoke in a dark room that smelled of mold and beer. She must have been on a cheap couch, because she could feel the scratchy fabric under her arms. She slowly pried her eyes open, it felt like she was waking up from a 12 year nap. She tried to rub her eyes, but something was restraining her arms. Handcuffs? Was she handcuffed on a cheap scratchy couch?!


“If you’re going to restrain me, could you at least have a little taste in doing so?” Marci asked calmly, still a little drowsy.

“She’s awake!” Mercedes heard a girls voice say. She then heard footsteps rushing over to her side.

“Mercedes Monroe? You’re the prosecutor from the news, right? They say your win-loss record is off the charts!” A boy’s voice said. Mercedes was still groggy, she couldn’t see anything but blur. She just managed to make out the outlines of three people.

“Look, is this about money? Because it would have been much easier to just take my car…”

“No! Ms. Monroe, we don’t want to hurt you-” said the girl’s voice.

“Hah! Oh, right, I nearly forgot. Kidnapping somebody and handcuffing them to your couch just screams ‘friendly!”

There was a small pause. “We’re sorry about that. But you have to listen to us..” the boys voice seemed sincere. The third person in the room stayed quiet. Mercedes blinked a few times. The figures in the room slowly started to become clear. She was shocked at what she saw. And that rarely happens to Mercedes.

“You’re….you’re just kids..” Her three captors looked up at her. They couldn’t have been out of their teen years.


“Yeah. This is Zach. He’s 19. He’s like family to us.” the boy that had been talking pointed to another man in the room. He was very large, built like a football player. His head was shaved and he had a bit of scruff on his face. He had kind brown eyes. “…He’s the one that kidnapped you.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” His voice was deep and a bit rough. He only lifted his head for a second before staring at his feet again.

“And this is my little sister, Sami. She’s 14.” The girl forced a smile and did a little wave. She had layered light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was very small, in both weight and height.

“I’m Jordon. Jordon Keene. 17 years old.” the boy who had been talking had short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall, but rather skinny. Mercedes didn’t say anything. She was taking everything in. What could these kids want with her?

“Now that we’ve all been introduced, we need to talk. We need your help.” Mercedes still didn’t say anything. She just looked at the boy. She may have been tied up on a cheap couch, but she was getting more and more curious about these three.

Jordon took a deep breath before going on. “I met these people one night while I was out partying. A group of guys. We talked for awhile and they seemed cool. They offered free alcohol if they were invited to my next party.” he paused for a second, looking ashamed. “It was a deal. I gave them my address and told them to swing by that Saturday.


When they came over they must have set up cameras in our house or something, because a week later my dad was accused of murder. They have a perfect case against him. His fingerprints and hair were at the crime scene. He has no alibi. They even have video of him going into the man’s apartment..”

Mercedes interrupted him there. “So your dad murdered the guy. I can’t help you there honey, I’m a prosecutor not a defender. I know you’d like to believe that it wasn’t you father, but face the facts. This happens all the time. I’ve seen a good father murder more than once. It’s not worth kidnapping for, and it’s certainly not worth my time.” The boys looked at each other before Jordon started talking again.

“He didn’t kill anyone. He was framed. You know that guy, Connor Thomas , that was convicted of murder awhile ago? Well on TV we saw him talking all kinds of crap about being framed by some guys. A group of guys that sounds just like the ones I met. He met them by the same place, too. He even said they offered him free beer if they could watch the game at his place.”


“So you want me to find these guys and prosecute them with no evidence? No Jury is going to believe that a group of young guys are capable of framing someone for murder. I’m not even buying it. I’m not sure anyone could pull that off so perfectly. I looked at the Connor Thomas case, there was no doubt he was the murderer.”

There was a long pause.

“I know. I know this hard to believe. But please…Mercedes, you have to trust us. You’re the only one that could pull something like this off. You have to at least try!”

Mercedes stared into Jordon’s pleading eyes for a long minute before replying. “Well, honey, you’re right about that! I love a good challenge. As long as it’s not on this horrid couch. I feel poorer just touching it.” She couldn’t deny these guys. Even if their dad was guilty, they were just kids. Desperate kids who just wanted somebody on their side.


Jordon’s face lit up. “Good! We snuck the video off of our dad’s lawyers desk. Take a look,” he said as he pulled out a small TV and put the disk in. The video clearly showed a man, who they pointed out as being their dad, walking into the apartment building. Mercedes was ready to roll her eyes and call their father guilty when something caught her eye.

“Wait…play that back. There!” She tried to point, but the handcuffs stopped her.

“Sorry…” Jordon said weakly, as he got the keys and began to un-cuff her.  Mercedes stood up and grabbed the remote as soon as she was free.

“There!” She pointed at the TV screen.  The three kids looked at each other.

“Um…What? I don’t see anything!” Sami cried.

“You should talk more, sweetie. You even sound cute when you whine.” replied Mercedes. “See that blur around your daddy there? It’s fuzzier than anything else in this picture.” There was silence around the room. Mercedes rolled her eyes.

“That could be a sign of tampering.”


They spent the rest of the night compiling evidence against the strange group of men. They actually had a pretty good case put together. Eye witnesses, video tampering, a detailed description of each of the men, along with a few more odds and ends. Mercedes didn’t expect any of this when she agreed. She was certain it was just a few crazy kids who wanted their father to be innocent. But now here she was, a career making or breaking case in her hands.

None of them got any sleep that night. But when the sun rose that morning, it was time for action. Mercedes went straight to the law firm early that morning, without even stopping to change clothes. She even took the public taxi without complaining. She stormed into her bosses office.


“Mr. Powel!”

Bill was surprised. “Yes, what is it Marci?”

“I won’t be able to do the Hazen case. I have a new case on my hands. A much more important one.”

“What are you talking about? There is no case bigger than the Moore case right now. Marci! You said you wouldn’t mess this up for us!” he paused. “..Why are you still in yesterday’s clothes? Why do you smell like beer?”

“I spent the night in a teenagers basement.”


Mercedes went on to tell Mr. Powel all about her little adventure. Leaving out the kidnapping part, of course. Her boss eventually agreed to let her do the case. He knew there was no arguing with Mercedes Monroe.

The case wasn’t an easy one. Nobody wants to believe that the justice system could have made a mistake. It was an uphill battle alright. Marci’s charm and good looks weren’t going to be enough for this one. She spent countless hours every night going over each smallest detail of the case. She would not lose. She couldn’t lose..

After what felt like an eternity, it was finally done. A court room full of people sat awaiting the jury’s decision. For the first time in her life, Mercedes was nervous. She sat shaking her leg uncontrollably and chewing her nails. Her heart was pounding. The room was deafeningly silent. Mercedes could feel the suspense in the air. At last, a juror stood up. “And our decision is… Guilty.”

The room exploded with screams and joy of the people. Marci saw Jordon laughing from across the room, throwing his hands up and cheering. Sami was crying into Zach’s arm. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Marci’s heart lifted and a smile couldn’t be held back from her face. She had done it. She had finally done it.



Into The Woods – A Short Sim Story

***Authors Note*** I was originally going to start a new challenge until the Bolden Legacy could be resumes. But I decided against it, because I don’t think I would be done by the time i get my laptop back, and I wouldn’t have any time to update it. Instead, I decided to use some short stories I wrote and simify them! 🙂 These stories weren’t made for Sims, and I don’t have any CC other than hair. No posing mods or anything, so some of the staging in this is going to be a little off. I hope you enjoy it anyway, though! 


The school’s loud bell rang through the classroom, interrupting my daydreaming. I tore my empty gaze away from the whiteboard and quickly gathered my things. I could feel how heavily my feet were stepping down as I half-ran out of the school yard, stopping to talk to no one. Slowing down a bit when I was clear of the school, I once again let my imagination wander. Particularly to the woods that seemed to surround this small town.  Everyone tells us kids to never play in the forest. And I do mean everyone. My parents, the school, neighbors,  heck, even people that happen to drive by while you’re semi-close to the woods. They say it’s because it’s easy to get lost, and there are plenty of wild animals. Which makes sense I guess, but not even hunters or campers go in those woods. I guess there’s just this mystical quality about them. Or maybe I’m just a freak.

My attention was yet again interrupted  by two girls walking on the other side of the road. They were giggling and pointing at me between whispers. I knew what they were saying. They were making fun of how I don’t talk to anybody, how I don’t have any friends, how I sit alone to eat lunch every day. They were calling me names and laughing about it. It didn’t bother me too much,  I don’t need the approval of anyone else. That’s what I tell myself at least. I looked away, letting my long blonde hair fall in front of my face. I then picked up my pace, trying to get as far away from those two as I could.


My bad day was forgotten as I looked up to see my big blue and white house. Finally, I was away from all those people and into my own space. I noticed there weren’t any cars in the driveway. That was odd,  dad was always home from work by now.  I shuffled the rest of the way up the driveway and slowly opened my unlocked door. “Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” I called. No answer. I stepped into my unusually quiet home. I could feel the breath leave my lungs and my eyes widen. My heart started to race. I felt my hand weaken and my bag fell to the floor. There was nothing. Everything was gone. My whole house was empty, all of the furniture had vanished. There wasn’t so much as a single thread left on the floor. My world started to spin, I launched myself forward and started to run through all the rooms in the house. “Mom? Dad! Anyone?


When I was out of breath and couldn’t run anymore, I sat in what used to be my bedroom and cried. My head laying on my knees, I just cried. I had no idea what was going on. Were my parents okay? Were they even alive? It’s not like I could have accidently wandered into the wrong house, I’ve lived here all my life. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of terrible nightmare? I didn’t know what to do. I sat and cried for what seemed like forever. I just couldn’t stop.


Eventually, my eyes couldn’t cry anymore, and I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t just sit here feeling sorry for myself forever. I rushed out of the house, happy to leave the situation behind me, even for just a minute. I walked to my neighbors house and rang their doorbell. I stood outside the door, staring at my reflection in the glass window. I was a mess. My already pale face was completely drained of color. My normally bright blue eyes were dark and puffy. Smooth light blonde hair was sticking up all over the place. My tall and skinny figure was shaking uncontrollably. Mascara was running down my oval-shaped face. I tried to clean up the tears and makeup with my hand before anyone answered the door, but it just smeared and made me look worse.

The door finally creaked open, and Mrs. Conway stood in the doorway, a big smile on her face. She was on the heavy side, and she had a plump round face with short, curly red hair on top. Her smiling face quickly turned to surprise when she saw me. “Ilyanna?” She didn’t even comment on how terrible I looked,  which I was grateful for. “My parents….they’re gone! Everything’s gone! I don’t know what to do…have you seen them? Do you know what happened?” I asked, as I nearly busted into tears again. Mrs. Conway stood there for a long while. I’m not sure if she was just shocked by my situation, or if she was thinking about calling the loony bin. Eventually, she replied “Erm…Ily sweetie, I think they left. I’m sure I saw a moving truck early this day.” My face must have turned to complete shock. “…What?” I didn’t even think about crying this time, I was blown away. That couldn’t be right….


I must have stood there for much longer than I thought, because when I came back to reality, Mrs. Conway was calling my name. “Oh, I’m sorry..” I mumbled pathetically. “It’s perfectly alright, dear. Would you like to stay at my place for a few days?” She asked me as she opened the door wider and invited me inside. I didn’t say anything, but I humbly walked in. I saw that she was shivering. It must have been freezing outside, it was the middle of winter. But I didn’t even notice. I looked down at myself. I had on black gloves, a floral skirt with black leggings underneath, my grey winter boots, and a plain scarf. My warm winter-wear. It was all I had left now. I had nothing..

We had an awkward dinner of chicken and dumplings together. Afterwards I had gotten in the shower. I let the warm water run over my face. It felt like all my worries were washing away, for a few minutes at least. I was so glad to finally get cleaned up, I almost felt like a real person again. I went straight to bed after my shower. Not that I could sleep. I laid awake for hours. I’m not sure I got a single minute of sleep all night. Could my parents really have just left me like that?


I was up with the rising sun the next morning. I needed to get out. Just to get away for awhile. I left a short note for Mrs. Conway on her clean, marble counter. It matched the rest of the house, everything was so dull. The walls were a neutral beige color, all of the furniture was dark brown. The whole house has nothing unique or interesting about it in the least. But at least it was a house. A nice, warm, furnished, house.

I decided to go to the library. It wasn’t someplace I normally went, but it sounded like the best way to get my mind off things. During a movie it’s easy to let your mind wander, but you have to focus on the words while reading a book.

I had to walk about a mile to get there, but I hardly noticed. I was completely numb. My emotions were shutting down on me. I walked into the ancient-looking library with an empty heart and head. Mindlessly, I walked around the library looking for something interesting to read. Something caught my eye, and my thoughts suddenly snapped back in my head. Laying in front of me was a book titled “Strange Disappearances in Berkley.” I snatched the book off the shelf, sat down on a blue beanie bag, and began reading.


I soon found out that my parents disappearance wasn’t the only one like this. In fact, in the last 10 years, over 30 people had gone missing. A handful of them happened just like how my parent’s had. Maybe they hadn’t left me after all! I was thrilled, curious and upset all at the same time. My heart pounded in my chest. Is there something strange going on here? How is a girl like me going to figure it out if the police couldn’t? Or am I going crazy?

I slammed the book shut and threw it at the shelf. No. My parents probably just packed up and left me. There can’t be some kind of conspiracy going on here. Not in this town. It was a normal, nice, friendly town where everyone knew everyone. We rarely even had robberies here.

1.03 – Party Time! …Or Not?

It was pretty late in the afternoon by the time I got to my old/new house. I only had time to hire a maid (to clean up the mess my dad had left) and unpack my things before it was time for bed. Not much got done that first day.  But luckily, today is an all new day! And what is the first thing you do when you move into a new house? Why, go out of course! For the last two years, I’ve been living under a rock…hardly living at all. It’s time to let loose and have a little fun. So, I hit the bars as soon as the clock ticked 11am! What? Don’t judge…

It was pretty empty when I got there, so I sat down and had a drink while I waited for someone to show up. And then I had another drink. And then another. And another…


Needless to say, I was pretty wasted by the time a pretty blonde walked into the bar. Well, at least I think she was pretty. From what I remember, she was smoking! But for some reason I don’t think I’m very reliable when I’m drunk. Regardless, I headed over and started throwing out my best pick-up lines.


“Do you have a library card? ‘Cause I’m checking you out!”

“Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living? Just Kidding, I don’t really care.”

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fiiine written all over you”

“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me…but let’s sleep together.”

You can say whatever you want about my pick-up lines, but she was all over me.

And before I knew what was happening….



Wowza. That girl likes to have some fun.


When we were done with that, she handed me her number and told me to call if I ever wanted to do this again. Unfortunately, that slip of paper got lost sometime during my drunken haze… Oops. Even though I only remember about half of it, that day turned out to be an amazing day. It really did feel good to finally get on with my life and have a little fun. It felt like I was alive again. I hadn’t like that way in a very long time.

1.02 – I See The Light… Or Are Those Flames?

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3 years had passed since Michael s death. His loss had left a permanent hole in my heart that nothing could ever fill…but I managed to get passed his death, with the help of Rebecca. I couldn’t have done it without her. I had hit rock bottom, and like the angel she is, she had reached down and pulled me out of the deep hole I was stuck in. I owed everything to her. There’s no way I could have made it without her. She was so wonderful. I still remember the first day she came to visit me…

I was in the infirmary. I had to stay there for a few days, so they could monitor my behavior. They thought I might try to commit suicide, or maybe I’d just lose it all together and go crazy. I probably would have, too, if it weren’t for her…


                 I was standing in my room, staring blankly out the window. Just like I had been doing for the past 3 hours. Everything felt so empty, it’s like nothing mattered anymore… Until the door to my room suddenly cracked open. I didn’t notice at first, I was too lost to notice much of anything. But then I heard her sweet, angel-like voice…

“Josh?” Surprised, I quickly turned my head around. What I saw could only be described as the light at the end of the tunnel. It was Rebecca, standing there sheepishly with flowers and a teddy bear in her arms. She smiled, and the room seemed to light up.

“Hey you! I know flowers and stuffed animals are a bit girly, but-” I interrupted her.

“No…Thank you.” I said, both confused and awe-struck.

She walked over to the bed, putting the flowers on a table and handing me the teddy bear before sitting next to me.

“If you don’t mind me asking…how did it happen? How did he die, I mean?” She looked at me with big eyes, full of curiosity and sorrow.

I paused, staring down at the brown bear in my hands.

“I’m sorry…It’s too soon..It was wrong of me to ask.”

“He, uh… drowned. He was only 5, and I guess he managed to get out the door, unsupervised somehow…” I trailed off, my gaze still locked on the stuffed bear.

She didn’t say anything, but after a few seconds she put her arms around my shoulders and gave me a small hug. I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do…

but her warmth felt so good. She made me feel something again.

She came to visit me every day, and each day she brought a new gift. Eventually, my once bleak infirmary room started to light up with the items she had bought me. She would stay with me for hours. Sometimes we’d talk, other times she would just keep me company. Pretty soon, I even started smiling again. She was so amazing. I couldn’t believe a girl like her would even give a guy like me the time of day.




I’ve been with her for 3 years now. Possibly the 3 best years of my life. I never imagined that I would find a girl quite like her…I was in love. Head over heels in love. She was smart, pretty, sweet, and most importantly, she was mine. She was better than the girl of my dreams. I wanted to start a life with her. I wanted to start my life with her.

1.01 – An Angel Comes My Way

***Authors Note*** Please remember that this post is split into multiple pages. Make sure to read all of the pages, so you don’t miss anything! Just click on the numbers above the tags, but below the “Like” button. Thanks!


The Bolden House

I looked up at the giant house that lay ahead of me. The perfect white walls of the mansion seemed to stare back down at me, almost as if they remembered me the same way I remembered them. I stood on the sidewalk as I took in the scene. The small pond, the yellow flowers, the stone path… It was all too much for me. Despite my hesitations, I took a deep breath and walked up to the house. The door was unlocked. As I slowly cracked open the door, a familiar chill hit me, and with it came all of the memories. I remembered faces, faces of girls I would see only once and never again. I remembered my father looking down at me and telling me he only had me because he had no choice. I remember the beautiful face of a little boy…


I know, I know. I'm just too handsome. It's okay, you can stare all you want.

I know, I know. I’m just too handsome. It’s okay, you can stare all you want.

Sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Josh Bolden, and I just inherited my father’s mansion. The same one I grew up in as a kid. I got a call that my father died about a week ago, though I still have no idea how it happened. I can’t say I’m too sad about it. My dad was a decent guy, but he was never around when I was a kid. I hardly knew the man. But to tell you the truth, I’m not sure if anyone really  knew my dad. He didn’t let many people in. Or maybe he really was just that shallow, I honestly don’t know. I haven’t even spoken a word to him in two years. Err… sorry. Let me start even earlier.

When I was a child, my dad was never around because he was always out picking up girls, who he would then bring back to our house and take into his room. I saw a new girl almost every day, even when I tried locking myself in my room just so I wouldn’t have to see another strange woman. I never knew any of them, or saw them more than once, but each face was burned into my head.  Each day, after my dad’s daily companion left, he would tell me he “scored” again. Like it was some sort of competition and he was keeping points. He would then proceed to give me tips on how to get girls and “score” like him when I got older. I was only 8 at the time.

 Josh And Dad

“Daddy, everyone at school has 2 parents. They say their mommy and daddy only kiss each other and nobody else.”

“Well kiddo, that’s because they don’t have cool dad’s like me.”

“Isn’t that how babies are born? By kissing on beds and stuff?”

My dad let out a small chuckle. “Haha! It sure is, son.”

“What happens if one of the girls has a baby?”

“Don’t worry about that! It’s alright to get girls knocked up. That’s what they’re there for. They’ll deal with it.”

I paused for a moment, thinking.

“How did you get me then, daddy?”

He gave me a sideways look.”Your mother, uh… passed away not long after you were born. Car accident or something. I didn’t have any choice, being the father I had to take you.”

“Oh….” I said, turning my gaze towards the floor.

My dad smiled. “No worries, champ! I just know you’ll be a son that makes a father proud.”

Looking Down

I don’t know if that was the best or worst conversation in my life.

Anyway, when I was about 12, my father got “stuck” with another baby. A little boy named Michael.  Michael’s mother was a big drug addict. She was taken into the hospital for an over-dose when Michael was 2, and was soon declared an unfit mother. I remember the first time I laid eyes on him like it was yesterday. It was the best day of my life. He had the sweetest dark brown eyes and the chubbiest cheeks. I couldn’t stop smiling when I looked at him. I held him in my arms the best I could at the time, desperately making sure he didn’t fall. He looked up at me so innocently, and giggled just a bit. At that moment, I knew I loved him with everything I had.


Since my dad was almost never home, it was entirely up to me to take care of the baby. And I didn’t mind one bit. I would get up in the middle of the night, even if he wasn’t crying, just to check on him and make sure he was okay. I played with him, I hugged him, I fed him, I loved him..

Giving Bottle



I loved him so much. But when I turned 15, my dad finally decided to send me to this boarding school I had wanted to go to for so long. It sounded so amazing. I had been wanting to go since I was 10, but they had an age limit of 14 or older. They had everything there! I was so excited, I packed my bags right away and called for them to pick me up the very next day.

About The Bolden Legacy

  • At the moment, I’m only aiming for 5 generations instead of the normal 10. I’ll decided if I want to go further with this legacy then.
  • I’m not following any of the rules, really. Just trying to make a good story. 🙂
  • Reader discretion is advised! There’s nothing too graphic in this story, but there are some drug references and such.
  • I sometimes split my posts into pages. Check for a page 2 above the tags, but below the “like” button at the bottom of the page. Don’t miss it!
  • My graphics card isn’t the best. So unfortunately, some of my screenshots won’t be the prettiest. Sorry!
  • I use a mix between Sim time and real life time. You might see “years” in some parts of the story, especially the backstory. (First 2 chapters.) Yet my Sims will only take 3 days to have a baby.
  • I also have Sims 3 Seasons, and I use that to keep time as well. There are 7 days in each season. So “Summer 2nd” will be the 2nd day of summer, out of 7.
  • This will be a patriarchy. (All male heirs.)
  • Please comment and tell me what you think! Any feedback is appreciated. 🙂
  • Meet Josh, our founder.

Josh Bolden



About The Blog

Welcome to Hailey’s Sims 3 Stories! This is a place where Sims come to life. I’ll be posting various stories and challenges on this blog, all played out through The Sims 3. Some will be short and sweet, while others will be continuously updated. (Such as legacies)


About Me

My name is Hailey. I’m 16 years old, and I love to write. I have another blog, My Teen Writing, where I share some of my poems and short stories. If you like reading my Sims stories, you might want to check it out! Here’s some contact information, if you ever want or need to talk to me. Feel free to say hi, I’m always up for a chat!

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