Rosie’s Emails – 4

Dearest sister,

I am so glad to hear you got your own place! There is a certain charm in living alone, is it not? Sure you miss Bran and even mum but it is good living life the way you want it. I am so sad to hear you broke it off with Mikha’il but if you weren’t ready for marriage and commitment then it is for the best. Believe me. And I know our mother isn’t setting the best example in what monogamous life is supposed the be but I hope you find happiness, once you are ready for it. 


As for my love life… You know I went out with Big Hartley a few times and I thought things were going good but it turns out I was wrong. We have fun, talk about everything but it hasn’t been going in the right direction… We haven’t even kissed yet! So I decided to switch things up a bit. Don’t laugh… I tried online dating! I found it is the perfect thing for me, I don’t have to go out a lot, I could do it all on my laptop, wearing nothing but underwear! 

And I met a really cute guy, he is also new to Bridgeport. His name is Wayne and he came here to be a celebrity, he works at a local restaurant but his goal is to get on TV. We haven’t met in person but I hope we soon will! Keep me posted with everything new in your life! 

Lots of love


Dear Latrica,

I didn’t want to leave the impression I am not leaving the house! I am, truly. I go to the gym at least three times a week. I also go fishing, as riddiculos as that may be I find it really therapeutic (I don’t eat what I catch of course, this is the big city we are talking about).


I still haven’t met Wayne in person but we chat and email often. Maybe one day soon… I did see a cute guy in my gym, he is a bit older but he is attractive in a rough sort of way! I saw him checking me out and I hoped he would ask for my number or something but he didn’t. Well maybe next time…

I am sad to hear that there is nothing new on the love front for you… You need to get out there more! I hope I don’t sound too much like mum or your manager.

As always lots of love



Caliente (Latricia) – Intro

Since I am getting less time to write and play no the space between my posts is getting bigger and bigger probably making it even harder to keep track of all the characters and interwoven story lines I have decided to do this short intro posts before each new story to make it a bit easier to keep track.

The idea still is to try and make each story work on its own but still being reminded of some background and characters may be of use so here we go.

Family Tree


Latricia Caliente is the younger daughter of Nina Caliente. So far she had been appearing in the Caliente family storyline along with her mother and younger brother. This would be the first round in which she gets her own story.

Latricia is a nice, friendly girl who grew up with her mother, older sister and little brother. Her mother is Nina Caliente, the famous movie composer, known for her music and her promiscuous ways. Her father was the recently deceased rock star Riam Gradle so it is unsurprising that Latricia always had a talent for music. She plays the guitar and the piano and had graduated on the prestigious Conservatorium. Her mother is now pushing her into a career in performing, and had even gotten her a manager (Hazel Brown) but Latricia isn’t sure that the life on stage is right for her.

She loves her new house but she misses her little brother the most since they had always been very close. Latricia dated Mikha’il Kerry ever since high school and they started the Conservaturium together but then one summer he proposed and she rejected him, not being ready for the seriousness of marriage. She ran off and spent the summer meditating in the temple. Miha’il dropped out of the Conservatorium and became a cop in their hometown.

I haven’t really gotten to writing Latricia’s story yet so I have no idea how many posts it will be. I will also include the email’s from Rosie, the new section I started last round that will feature emails Latricia’s sister Rosie sends from her home in Bridgeport.

Hoves (Jesse) – 7.3: Family and Frustrations

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It would be a bit of an understatement to say Irene Hoves had been having a bad day. A bad few months would be better. And it wasn’t the fact she was siting alone in the Science Lab cafeteria. Irene didn’t mind being alone, she would rather be alone that have to listen to the drone of some of the other boring scientist she worked with. Or even worse – army personnel. The cafeteria right now was mixed between the white coated scientists and uniformed army men. It had been that way ever since the army had started working on a top secret project, utilizing half of the labs for it.

Irene had been unlucky enough to work on one of their projects. She had been on it for some time now and she had been given more responsibilities than on her last job, being Tomas Prentiss’ assistant. But this new job left her little time to work on her side project – her precious lab crafted drug the people on the street were calling the Is, courtesy of her signature I for Irene etched in every pill.


Sometimes she still got to work on it at home. But that way it was harder to hide it from her sisters, and they were nosy, especially Krys, and she would loose it if she found out what Irene was doing, and Irene wouldn’t get it past Lucky to report her to the authorities either, she was too much of a goodie-two-shoes to be trusted. But none of that was the main reason for why Irene was in such a foul mood. The main reason was the couple she was staring right now across the crowded cafeteria. They, or rather her was the main reason behind all her problems.

It was the green haired woman who got her transferred out of Tomas’ lab and into this new project with the army and Irene knew it wasn’t because anything Irene did, well not anything work related, and it wasn’t because of her concern for Irene’s career. No, it was to separate Irene from Tomas. And why? So she could have him for herself of course.

And as much as Irene loathed to admit it it seemed the plan had worked. Right now across the room next to green haired Phoibe Santoro Tomas Prentiss was smiling and it made Irene’s blood boil. She had not seen him smile, not even in politeness, not since his wife and daughter had died.  And she had kind of hoped that when gets back to smiling and being happy that it would be with her and because of her but she was unfairly pushed away before it could happen.

And to make matters worse the rumor around the labs was that Phoibe was pregnant. Irene just had to throw one look across the room to figure out who the father might be. And it pained her. It pained her a lot more than she wanted to admit. If it was true that would be the end of all her hopes for attracting the older widower. He was the kind of man who would jump in and marry Phoibe on the spot. Do the right thing as people were fond of saying…

Irene wondered what would have happened if she was to push Phoibe down a flight of stairs? It was an option worth exploring…

The opportunity however did not present herself and Irene came home in a foul mood. She had barely time to change out of her work clothes and hobble down the stairs to check if her oldest sister had fixed up anything for dinner when she was cornered by Lucky, her other sister.


“Irene, do you have time, I need to talk to you!” She seemed rather distraught and her usually calm and smiling face now looked completely miserable. Seeing it made a smile creep up to Irene’s face. She barely had time to utter a word before Lucky trailed off.

“I did something bad last night… Well it started a few weeks ago but last night…Argh.” She covered her face with her hands in frustration or in shame, it was hard for Irene to tell but she was enjoying it nevertheless. One of the good sisters had done something bad? She had to know all about it.

“What did you do?” She asked doing her best to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Well last night I went out with Jerod Prentiss…” Off to a promising start. Irene thought nodding politely urging her sister to speak. Women were always weak when it came to dashingly handsome fireman, her sister seemed to be no exception… When she didn’t continue however Irene had to nudge her carefully.

“So what happened?”

“We had dinner and then I played for him.”


“And what?” Her sister asked frustrated.

“What happened, did you sleep with him?”

“Of course not!” Lucky answered pulling away furious. “He is engaged and I have a boyfriend!”

“Did you at least kiss?” Irene asked hopeful.

“No! Like I said…” Irene interrupted her disappointed.

“Yes, yes he is engaged, you have a boyfriend… And now you are bothering me over nothing.”

“It is not nothing! I…”

“It is stupid. You are wasting my time with stupidities.” Irene said angrily and walked away. “Krys has better stories than you and Krys has no life.” She added sharply. “In fact I am sure even she would tell you this was stupid.” She ran past Lucky before she could stop her and rushed outside her sister following suit.


Irene ran all the way to the garage, where she knew their oldest sister was and peered into the window before Lucky managed to stop her. Krys was alone, meditating among father’s old tools, in her underwear of course, the girl loved nothing better then to strip down to her panties and bra as soon as she got a chance. Irene wouldn’t be surprised to learn she was teaching her classes dressed that way. Irene was about to walk in and interrupt her when Lucky finally caught up with her and grabbed her hand with a force she didn’t know her sister possessed.

“Don’t you dare!” She said out of breath. “Don’t you dare say a word to Krys or to anyone!” Irene was ready to push her of. She was stronger than she looked, and definitely stronger then her sister. And maybe she yearned for a good fight, to let the tension of this horrible day, and weeks and months from her system. But somehow she managed to stop herself.

“Fine.” She said. “I was just joking around anyway.”

“So you don’t think it is a big deal? Nothing to fret about?” Lucky asked, a kind of lame transparent hope all over her flushed face. And as much as Irene wanted to torment her right now this was her sister in front of her.

“You went out with a good looking man who isn’t your boyfriend, but somebody else’s fiancee. What of it? Nothing happened really. Forget about it.” Lucky nodded but Irene could see she wasn’t convinced. She wondered if it was even remotely possible that her sister might be having feelings for this guy… Stranger things have happened… And yet she had no time do dwell on that, there was need for more Is on the street and she still needed a solid plan to split up Tommy and Phoibe…  Lucky’s love problems could wait.

Hoves (Jesse) – 7.2: Donations and Dinners

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Lucky spared herself one last glance in the mirror before starting the car. Her makeup was intact,  her contacts were in place. Her hair was as wild as always but Lucky rarely bothered with her straightening iron. It was just too much work. She straightened her tight black skirt with her hands, turned on the radio and drove towards her boyfriend’s house.

The radio was playing an upbeat Latin song and she sang along with it although she didn’t know the lyrics. She was in a great mood. This party was a big deal for her for more then one reason.

Firstly she had some good news for Ahmed.It was troubling her for a while that he was still unemployed and she sensed it might have been troubling him as well,  neither his photography nor his poetry were bringing him any money at the moment and he was bored more often than not sitting at home while all his friends and Lucky herself were out doing important stuff, building careers. Sure she would love to be able to sit with him all day watching TV but she had found her purpose in trying to make the world a better place, and she wished him the same. So she went to her sister.

Her older sister, Krys, was their local school’s Similish department head and now after principal Borders’ wife had died she had pretty much taken over his principal duties. And of course she was in a perfect position to help Lucky and Ahmed.


Krys went on about how she would not tolerate anyone who didn’t have the proper work ethics and who didn’t have the proper amount of respect for books and wasn’t ready to do his best in enlightening young minds in the importance of reading from an early age. Laquita nodded listening patiently in between her bites. All in all she found her sister’s response positive. She also had an ulterior motive in all this. She hoped when Ahmed got to spend more time around kids he would realize they were not as bad as he thought, and can actually be rather sweet and interesting. It was a good plan. She was proud of it and herself.

And of course tonight she would start campaigning. Next fall Lucky planned to run for mayor of Sunset Valley. It was a big step and she was young but she knew she could handle it, and she believed people would know it as well, she had proved her worth with her work in the city council. Everything was falling into place and she had high expectations of this party.

She ran into Ahmed at the door. “Mum is sending me to buy some more drinks.” He said catching her in passing. “Go mingle. I’ll be right back.” Lucky didn’t need to be told twice. She only hoped she would’t run into Posie, Ahmed’s mother, the two weren’t on good terms ever since Lucky left a job on her team to run for the City Council.

She headed straight for the small garden between the Kerry’s and Vivi’s houses. She knew there was a bar there and probably most of the other guests. The first person she saw was a tall and handsome young man she knew. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and was looking away from her as she slowly approached.

She knew Jerod Prentiss from school, all the girls knew Jerod, it was hard not to crush on him. In addition to being tall and good looking he was an honor roll student, he competed in both chess and basketball and could make anyone laugh. He also dated Sara Caliente which is why Lucky didn’t like him as much back in school. She had some meanigless grudge with the Caliente sisters because she and Summer Caliente liked the same guy in their second year of high school.


That was ages ago though. Summer was married to that guy and he and Lucky remained friends. And good-looking Jerod  was a fireman. In fact Lucky was one to pin a medal of valor on him for his services to the city. It was the last time she saw him before tonight, he had been barely out of the hospital then, a flaming beam had hit him over the back when he tried to save his family and his own house after the meteor hit. He lost his mother, an aunt, and a cousin that day. A medal meant little after that Lucky guessed. Tonight he looked better.

“Hello Jerod.” She said approaching him. She couldn’t help her heart beating faster when those soft brown eyes turned to her. Recondition sparked in them and he smiled looking at her.

“Laquita Hoves, the prettiest woman in politics!” Lucky felt a blush coming to her cheeks.

“My friends call me Lucky.” She said trying to keep her voice from wavering.

“That is how I feel right now.” He replied not skipping a beat. You have a boyfriend Lucky. He is engaged to be married. She wished she had a beer right now. Her mouth was drier than ever.

“You look good.” She said. “I mean… Recovered… Last I saw you…” She mumbled quickly and he laughed.

“I remember. I still got the medal you gave me.” It was her turn to laugh.

“The city gave you that medal, I was just the messenger.”

“Still, it was nice of the city to choose your soft and capable hands to touch a poor broken man like me, and not some old fart whose hands shake and barely sees.” She laughed.

“The city does only to best for its bravest.”

“Thanks to you I hear.” Lucky blushed again, she couldn’t help it. She had to look away from that handsome face.

“I do what I can to make the world a better place.” She said looking up again. She found focus and strength in the same thing she always did – her work. “I want to be able to do more… But City Council work enables me to do only so much… Now I was lets say mayor of Sunset Valley…”

“This city would be the envy of all the land!” Jerod concluded for her smiling broadly. “I would vote for you, that is a given. I can’t wait to see your picture all around town.” Lucky smiled.


“Well the campaign won’t even start without the proper funding…” He brought her a beer and they talked some more. After Jerod Lucky went on to talk to her younger sister Irene’s ex boyfriend Kain Vivi. The younger man’s science fiction novel’s weren’t selling that well and he had taken a job washing dishes at one of the restaurants in town. She even talked to Summer Caliente, her old nemesis. Summer had been was too busy talking about herself, the shares in the spa she bought, and her son Silvester’s school achievements to even start listening to Lucky.

In the end Lucky didn’t hope for much when she checked her campaign account balance the next morning.  7741 simoleons. That is what the screen showed. She gaped at the number. An unsuccessful writer, an old rival and a handsome fireman got her this much? She blinked hard hoping the numbers won’t just disappear. Then when they didn’t she had to check if there was some error. There wasn’t. All the money was transferred to her account by Jerod Prentiss.


She sang a tune as she made pancakes for breakfast the next morning. She wanted to pretend she was just glad about the money. Having some real funds is what she needed to kick start her big campaign. Mayor of Sunset Valley… Her next big step…. Yes it was all pretty big but there was also something dangerously exciting about the thought of Jerod Prentiss donating all that money to her… Not to me, to my campaign. Lucky corrected herself. Yet she smiled at the thought of the young fireman’s face…

It happened two weeks later. The campaign was in full swing already, just the night before Lucky was on yet another party. She tried to present her case to Latricia Caliente, Nina Caliente’s younger daughter. The young girl used to date Ahmed’s younger brother, that is how Lucky knew her. She seemed rather apolitical but Lucky was sure he could push her over to vote for her. She wasn’t sure if she had succeeded but she was rather confident about it. Today she dressed up again and was planning to check the net for happenings around town she could attend when her phone rang.

“Lucky Hoves speaking.”

“You are not answering the phone with future mayor yet?” The very sound of that voice made her stomach feel with butterflies and her legs grow unsteady.


“The election is still many months away.” She noticed she was smiling despite herself.

“And when it finally comes only fools won’t vote for you.”

“That is nice of you to say Jerod.”

“Hey it is the truth.”

“Thank you for the donation.” She said trying to calm her beating heart. “It helped kick off this whole campaign.”

“You asked and I delivered. And it is because I believe in you, not just because you are gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Lucky said awkwardly.

“Well anyway… I didn’t call for you to thank me. I was thinking, pretty soon you would be a big deal and probably super busy so I should use the opportunity to spend some time with you, a chance to have a thing which to brag about to all my coworkers… So… Dinner tonight?” Lucky’s throat went dry. It wasn’t a date. It couldn’t be a date. She had a boyfriend, he was engaged… A part of her wished it could be, a part of her wanted to kiss those lips, to be held by those strong arms and a bigger part of her wanted to just say no. She was happy with Ahmed, and she was busy already, she didn’t need those kind of distractions. But then again Jerod did donate to her campaign… He was among the first to believe in her, and his future mother in law was Dina Caliente! He had influence and much more to give to the campaign than money…


They met in front of the bistro. Lucky almost regretted coming when she saw how handsome Jerod was, even in a white unbuttoned shirt, showing his hairy chest. He started off with more compliments that made her blush and jokes that made her tear up with laughter. He even promised to donate even more money if Lucky would play for him after dinner.

Lucky had been playing the bass since childhood and she foolishly mentioned it during the meal. Jerod’s eyes lit up and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She had to play for him! It was a strange feeling having a man so hung up on her every word, so impressed by her, so interested in her hobbies… At first she said no because she imagined he would have to invite him over since she didn’t exactly carry her bass around. And she could just imagine how Krys would have reacted if she showed up on their doorstep with a man… One who wasn’t even her boyfriend… But then Jerod himself proposed the park. It had a stage with several instrument, the bass included and so she said yes.


She was nervous at first. Her fingers fumbled around the strings and she missed a few notes all the while refusing to look at Jerod who stood just a few feet away from the stage. She felt him watching and it made everything ten times harder. but then the music found her and she got lost in it. When she finished Jerod clapped like crazy. And the next day an even bigger donation was payed on to her campaign account. Lucky Hoves was yet another step closer to becoming mayor of Sunset Valley.

Hoves (Jesse) – 7.1: Budgets and Boyfriends

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Lucky Hoves blinked hard looking at her computer screen, all those numbers on the yearly budget report were kind of blending in together after a whole morning of staring at it. She took a deep breath letting all the negative energy flow out of her, pushed a lock of her unruly hair out of her eyes getting herself ready to start over. On most days city council work was a lot more boring than she thought it would be and there were days, days like this one when she wanted nothing more then to throw herself unceremoniously on a couch and yell I give up.


But there was no giving up for Lucky, daughter of Jesse. She knew she was doing good, no matter how hard it got on some days, she managed to increase the town’s emergency budget and the pay of policeman and fireman and many other small things. People will always complain though and blame everything on the politicians, even the weirdest of things, like that meteor hit that took three lives, four if you count the little dog which Lucky always did.

But this would not stop Lucky, oh no. She was learning every day and she was surer than ever that this would not be her final post, no Lucky wanted more, she had always wanted more. She would make the whole world a better place as soon as the people choose her for its leader. And to get there she would go by step, that was how those things go she learned, you don’t just wake up to be Dina Caliente. Her next goal was to run for mayor next fall for which she knew she should better start campaigning immediately.

She sighed loudly willing herself to go back to work.  She didn’t get a chance to go far however interrupted by the wail of the sirens she heard even trough her earphones. Being a cop’s daughter she recognized that it was a police car moving fast towards the town center. She held her breath as the sound came closer and closer…. Theirs was a peaceful town, real crime was rare yet her own father had been murdered, taken from the world by some criminal’s bullet, a harsh reminder that evil can hide behind even the most peaceful facade.

And now the evil might be back… Lucky thought as the sirens came so close she was sure she could see them trough the window. She rushed to it just as the police car parked behind the town hall and a lanky young man in civilian clothes stepped out. Lucky sighed as she recognised the man and returned to her seat waiting for him to come up.

She turned off her music and impatiently listened as he bartered with her assistant before the door of her office opened and he strolled in. He smiled widely, not taking his black hat off.

” Hey Lucky.” Her boyfriend greeted her taking a seat directly across of her.

“Hi Ahmed.” She replied holding back her irritation. Still his smile dropped.


“Not happy to see me?” He asked.

“It is the middle of the day, I am working.” Lucky said calmly.

“Well I am here to take you to lunch!” Ahmed exclaimed grinning again.

“In a police car? With the sirens on?” Lucky asked making her boyfriend laugh.

“I was in a rush.”

” You are a civilian.” She said harshly and Ahmed sighed.

“You’re a good girl Lucky but some things you just take so seriously… It is Mika’il’s car, he is off today so he is sleeping in and I had to get away love… That brat is driving me crazy… You know I once thought if only he learned to talk he would be more bearable…” He let out a long sigh. “So I wasted time teaching him to form words and now he is more annoying than ever. Ahmed what is that? Ahmed why is that? Who is that?” He concluded the rant in a mock child’s voice. “I hate kids!”

Lucky felt her smile melt and get replaced with a frown. “Don’t say that…” She said softly.

“Why? They are the worst believe me….” Lucky didn’t like the way the conversation was going. She and Ahmed were serious, she loved him, they were together since school. They were going to get married, everyone knew that, and kids were part of that deal, not right now of course, Lucky’s career still had a way to go but someday… She bit her lip to hold the brewing argument back. Ahmed will come around, there was still time…

“Is your mother still having a party this Friday?” She changed the subject abruptly.

“I guess.” Ahmed said with a shrug.

“Am I welcome?” She asked. Years back Lucky used to work for Posie Kerry, Ahmed’s mother but they had a falling out when Posie gave birth to Kenny, Ahmed’s little brother, the annoying brat Ahmed mentioned earlier. She refused to name the father creating a big scandal and her career was spiraling downwards when Lucky decided to jump ship and run for City Council herself.

“Of course you are welcome.” Ahmed said. “You are still my girlfriend.” Lucky smiled.  There was no better place to start a political campaign than a party.

Ahmed was planning on taking her to the local diner for lunch. Lucky insisted they walk, she could not in clear conscience ride in a ‘borrowed’ police car. They hadn’t even gotten through the diner door when her phone rang.

Screenshot_7Ahmed was not very happy when she told him she has to go back. “It is work…” She said trying to sound apologetic.

“Yeah? And that is more important than me?” He said annoyed. “You have your lunch break – take it.”

“I am really not sure…” Lucky said biting her lip. “We have this meeting and we have to prepare, I have gotten nowhere with the budget report…” Ahmed just glared at her and she had to sigh. “Fine. We’ll eat. Fast!” He smiled and took her hand leading her towards the diner door.

It wasn’t till much later, when Lucky headed home after a long day of meetings and budget proposals that she had time to think the state of her relationship. She did love Ahmed, she really did but things just weren’t as they used to be… It was different when they were both in school but now since she had started work, serious work, things had changed, she had changed and in a way he had not. He was not any different from the boy he was in high school… It was because he didn’t have a job, Lucky concluded. Not a real one at least, he was a poet and a photographer but he barely made any money from it… He could do so much more, he was smart, Lucky knew it, smarter than her even. So walking home she decided she was to do something about it…

/* I know it has been a while since I posted. AGAIN. I had this written and planned to take a few more screenshots and publish it last weekend but I was sick and then had a busy week at work… But here it is, the start of this rounds story line for the Hoves sisters, with very little screenshots. */

Hoves (Jesse) – 7: Intro

Since I am getting less time to write and play no the space between my posts is getting bigger and bigger probably making it even harder to keep track of all the characters and interwoven story lines I have decided to do this short intro posts before each new story to make it a bit easier to keep track.

The idea still is to try and make each story work on its own but still being reminded of some background and characters may be of use so here we go.

Family Tree



Jesse’s branch of the Hoves family is now down to three of Jesse’s daughters, Krystal, Laquita and Irene. Last round a dark cloud descended over the family when their uncle Junior came over to tell them that their father had died. He was killed in an abandoned warehouse raid, shot to death by an yet unidentified gunman. His partner Sara Caliente was wounded but survived the shooting. The news shakes all three sisters and their brother Zeke but mostly affected it seems is the youngest Irene, at the time still a teenager. She runs away and when she finally comes back she is a young adult. What happened to her in the time between is still unknown.

Krystal Hoves


Father: Jesse Hoves (deceased)

Mother: Elena Prentiss (deceased)

Half-siblings (Jesse): Rita Pretniss (deceased), Laquita Hoves, Zeke Mayor, Irene Hoves

Half-siblings(Elena): Alyssa Prentiss(deceased), Andrew Prentiss, Hannah Hoves, Tomas Prentiss

Krystal is the oldest of the three sisters. She lost her mother when she was just a child and since then she had taken the role of the family matron taking care of her father and younger siblings. Now that Jesse is dead she takes to that role even more vigorously, ready to take on any challenge to protect her sisters.

Krystal is a Simlish teacher at the local high school. She likes her job and she likes the reading that accompanies it. Between the devotion to her household and her work she is left with little time for any social life but it is a sacrifice she has no trouble making.

While her sister was away she assisted officer Sara Caliente in any way she could in order to find her and bring her home. When Irene finally pops into town Krystal is the first to contact her and urge her to go back home.

Laquita “Lucky” Hoves


Father: Jesse Hoves (deceased)

Mother: Nadine Hoves (deceased)

Full-sibling: Irene Hoves

Half-siblings (Jesse): Rita Pretniss (deceased), Krystal Hoves, Zeke Mayor

Ever since she was a teenager Laquita’s dreams to become the Leader of the Free World, like her role model and townswoman Dina Caliente. She wants to change the world one step at the time and make it a better place for everyone.

She started her political career working for her boyfriend’s mother Posie Kerry but after the older woman’s decline in popularity after having a child out of wedlock and stubernly refusing to name the little boy’s father despite Lucky’s advice she decided to jump ship and start her own career. With the help of her closest confidant, her brother Zeke, and the rest of her team Lucky gets elected as the youngest City Council Member their city had ever seen.

Irene Hoves


Father: Jesse Hoves (deceased)

Mother: Nadine Hoves (deceased)

Full-sibling: Laquita Hoves

Half-siblings (Jesse): Rita Pretniss (deceased), Krystal Hoves, Zeke Mayor

To most people Irene is a mystery. And she likes to keep it that way. She started her life of mischief as a teenager with her boyfriend Kain Vivi her partner in crime. She had even managed to land herself in a jail cell before being bailed away by her father. She hasn’t told anyone where she had run off after learning about her father’s death, nor the reasons for her return.

The first thing she did upon returning and moving back into her childhood home is getting a job at the Science Lab. There she worked as a lab assistant for Tomas Prentiss. After the death of his wife, and Irene’s oldest half sister she tries to seduce him which is why he, with the help of his dead’s wife best friend Phoibe Santoro, gets her transferred to another research project.

To read the whole story or just the summary of each post look at the table of contents.

As for this round I plan to do three or four posts, at least two from Lucky’s POV and another one or two from Irene’s.

Liebster Award 2&3

I know I am not just a little late with writing this but thank you very very much thewindsdorlegacy and raymondsanti for giving me this amazing award!

The Winsdor Legacy is a legacy story currently on generation 3, it is very well written, interesting story featuring many colorful and lovable sims and I recommend you give it a look, if you haven’t already.

Set Apart, story that raymondsanti writes, is a story based of the differences in the family tree challenge. It is on generation 9 and each generation dwells in a different theme and has an interesting, troubled protagonist. It is well written and very engaging so don’t miss it!

Now onto the award…


The rules are as follows:

–Say thank you to the person who has nominated you for the award.
– Answer the 11 questions the person has asked you.
– Nominate people (comment on their blog to let them know).
– Ask the people you have nominated 11 questions

Questions from thewinsdorlegacy:

What is your favorite recipe?

As somebody who loves to eat but isn’t a very good cook (yet, I am not giving up :D) this is a though one… I would probably stick to tradition and say it is “pita” which is translated into English as pie but it is not exactly what most foreigners consider as pie… It is a traditional Bosnian dish (I think it originates from Turkey, or more accurately the Ottoman Empire, although I am not 100% sure, I can’t find a decent wikipedia article in English to link here). It is a layered dish made of dough and filled with different things, meat, vegetables etc. It is hard to explain it but everyone I know loves it, both locals and foreigners so if you are ever in Bosnia, or any other Balkan country make sure to try it!

What is something you’re most proud of about yourself?

Well…  Another hard question for someone with low self-esteem. 😛 (They asked me this once on a job interview and I couldn’t think up a good answer :D). I guess I would say my intelligence, I wouldn’t call myself a genius, but I think I do pretty well with what I am given.

What is your favorite meal of the day?


If you could tell your earlier self anything, what would that be?

Something cheesy like enjoy life, don’t overburden yourself with things that won’t matter in a year, get rid of people that are toxic and work harder on friendships that are worth it.

What is your favorite season?

Spring (although it is becoming a rather rare season here where I live).

What is your favorite room/area in your current (or past) home?

My room in my current house. It is the place where I read, write and play sims!

What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever read?

I loved to read! Books, blogs, facebook statuses.. 😛 So it is hard to make something out… Nothing really comes to mind immediately, or more accurately, too many things come to mind…

What do you do to relax during a stressful period?

Go on a vacation! But since this is not always an option: play sims, read, write. In that order.

Where, if anywhere, do you draw inspiration for your writing?

Everywhere! Everything can be an inspiration. But mostly it is the stuff I read, books and other people’s stories.

If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?

Where I was a few days ago 😀 Somewhere on the coast of the Adriatic Sea preferably with my boyfriend.

In what way have you changed most drastically over the years?

I have more confidence, a bit higher self-esteem and I find it easier to talk to people.

Questions from raymondsanti:

What is your favorite season?


Do you have a favorite childhood memory? What is it?

I have surprisingly little bad childhood memories considering my early childhood was marked by war having grown up in a city under siege. I guess I was very lucky, or it is just that the child’s mind finds good in everything. Having sad that my favorite memories of those early years are playing outside which unfortunately was a very rare occurrence so those memories kind of stuck with me.

From later childhood, I was already in school, it was winter of 2000 I think, we had a huge snowfall, school was out for a whole week and me and my brother played outside jumping over huge hills of snows (turned out later, when my brother’s leg fell trough one of them – they were people’s buried cars) pretending we are on an expedition on Pluto collecting icicles.

Do you prefer to write by hand or on a computer?

On the computer. It is easier to correct mistakes and my hand doesn’t get tired so soon.

How prepared are you for the zombie apocalypse?

Not at all!

Which character was the hardest for you to kill off?

Well I rarely kill my characters intentionally, in my sims stories at least. It was probably the latest set of deaths, the meteor hit that killed Alyssa, Rita and Lena Prentiss. I could somehow accept Alyssa dying since she was an elder and wasn’t a main character in any of the stories but I loved Rita, her and Thomas were my favorite couple in the current story and Lena was just a teen… I had such plans for her. But game went that way and I decided to go with it…

What is something you hope to achieve?

I want to get happily married and raise nice, happy kids! (boring I know :P)

Paperback or hardback?


What is something you really want to learn?

I wish I knew at least another foreign language but sadly it is just not my thing… I guess I really wish to learn to write better!

If you could change one thing about yourself right now, what would it be?

There are too many things I wish I could change about myself… From the way I look, to the way I act around people, I wish I was less socially awkward… I wish I was more confident… Maybe the thing I wish that I could change the most is the way I feel about myself!

Will you post a picture of your favorite animal here? 🙂


Thank you once again for the awards and the awesome questions! I hope you all like my answers and this cute little sloth above. 🙂

I know the rules state I should nominate other blogs but I am so late with this award that I think everyone I follow was already nominated so I would end this post with another recommendation to visit The Winsdor Legacy and Set Apart!