No Turning Back

Hello again fair Readers.

Once again I am being crept up on by my former husbands.

Perhaps not so much 'crept' as 'In Your Face'

It's never ending.

and probably not good for my seed.

Young Anya gains a best friend.

She also hosted yet another Headmaster visit where she secured a place for her half-brother Spike.

Later that day she transistioned into a Teenager.

She is following the path of Knowledge.

Tonight sees the appearance of two new ghosts.

The cow-plant eaten Scott.

and the red and crispy Count Greg.

You know what this face means?

My 11th spawn makes its way into my world.

Yet another boy-child.

I name him Will.

He has red hair like his father, Count Greg.

I barely had chance to put him into his crib and Scott was upon me.

Followed by Greg.

and Scott again.

The hired help fares no better.

But now the ghosts are scaring my spawn.

It is all too much now,

too much to take.

I hurry upstairs to the safety of my Spawn's shared bedroom where the ghosts have yet to ascend to...

and I am about to change my life....

I feel no different.

I look no different.

I change my appearance and wait for daylight where I am pleased to find I no longer shun the sunlight.

As the hired help was leaving she attempted to kidnap my baby Will!

This was the final straw.

I grabbed my baby back and made my decision to move-

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to a new house, and a different life.

As the removal company began to clear my goods I looked around my bedroom,

9 husbands, 9 pictures.

9 headstones in the cemetery.

Enough.

We anxiously await the arrival of the taxi to take us to our new home.

I take one last look around my now empty abode.

I feel some sadness but also a new emotion,

I believe it's called excitement.

The house may be empty but the graveyard will remain forever.

A short journey takes me and my children to our new home.

It's beautiful- big, stylish and with a huge garden.

I can barely contain myself as I finally feel able to do things the normal townspeople around here do.

I allow Anya to drive for the first time as she carpools to school with Spike.

I settle Will into his crib and while I'm in a carefree mood decide to go all out.

Neil came over and we got engaged- he accepted my offer to move in and did so bringing an extra 17,000 Simoleons to my home.

Not that I need the money anymore- I have so much.

Neil and I decide we are going to marry- today.

There is much to organise and Neil starts off with a new look.

While I'm busy planning the wedding Neil pops over the road to the store to fetch some items for us.

Remington is still with us of course- he's the most wonderful neat-freak you could wish for in a maid.

As the stage gets set I find Neil and Anya smustling in the garden.

I am having a Wedding Party!

As we await the rest of our guests I actually don't feel one regret.

I must be cured.

All my children are my guests.

Little Will is sleeping of course.

I decided to shake the Widow stigma and became Mrs Wendl Le Tourneau.

Not all of my children watched me take my vows- yet I know they are here somewhere.

Racquel (twin child of Goopy) is pigging out in the kitchen.

While the ever so slick Quinn is strumming some tunes.

Most of them make it out to the garden party.

It's so wonderful to have this family reunion.

I've never had a party before and didn't realise how much fun they are.

I watch Neil and Spike having fun in the water wiggler and can't remember a time when I have felt so contented.

As the last of the party guests remain I take one last, long look across the road at my old abode.

Sometimes late at night when I sit here on the back porch I think I see ghosts floating around.

Anya is thrilled to finally have her own girlie room.

Neil and I went on a honeymoon.

It was wonderful.

Short- but wonderful.

As I sit and contemplate what my life holds before me I can look back at my previous life as an adventure.

My new adventures will come forth in many ways- 6 of my children are University students, one has graduated and others are yet to go-

That's a lot more parties.

One thing is certain- I will never again have to worry about those 9 ghostly ex-husbands of mine.

Though I may have to fight Officer Ramin and Clay the Bartender off at some point.

I would like to thank you Readers for following my journey as a Black Widow.

I may have decided not to kill any more husbands, but that doesn't mean my life is over.

and come Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall- you are guaranteed to see me again in some form.

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My Most Favourite 'Blooper' pic from this challenge.

To set the scene-

Wendl had just married Goopy and he was helping her with her Twins' birthdays.

If Wendl could say anything here, I think she'd be saying,

"No Goopy- Go Long!!".

Or make up your own- answers on a postcard please. :)

Big hugs and thanks to Val for Wendl's beautiful new home, for that and other wonderful homes visit SimEstates2

Feeling The Pressure

Hello dear Readers and welcome back once again into my life of birth, deaths and marriages.

Young Spike here did inherit his father's red hue.

My first redheaded spawn!

A quick makeover shows him to be a rather cute young thing.

Anya has turned out to be my pride and joy.

She skills all day long and then invited the Headmaster over where not only did she get accepted, she obtained the highest entry score of any of my spawn with 142/90.

I summoned Count Greg over where he accepted my offer of engagement.

Before we knew it the sun had risen and we had to flee for our lives.

literally.

Later that day I asked the local Matchmaker over.

Not having used her services before I wasn't quite sure what to expect.

My ex husbands never make my life easy and even trying to get a blind date didn't go without notice.

I paid the Matchmaker very well, and watched anxiously while she attempted to find my 'perfect someone'.

A Man in Uniform-

always guaranteed to turn a women's head.

It turned out that Neil Le Tourneau and I had much in common.

We spent a very enjoyable few hours together until he left rather suddenly owing to the lateness of the hour.

Or maybe the fact that he'd been scared half a dozen times.

The next evening Count Greg became my 9th husband.

It took many attempts to secure his seed.

A Blind Date wasn't the only thing I'd obtained from the Matchmaker and I insist that Greg drink the special potion, for I had other plans for him.

hmmm.. he doesn't look any different.

But as I sent him to the mirror I knew instantly that he was no longer a Vampire.

Later that night and the spirits of Ravi and Abhijeet appeared.

The pair of them seemed determined to have a contest as to who could scare us the most.






I think Abhijeet wins this round.

Count Greg brought a whopping 50,380 Simoleons to my home, but no inventory items.

He had no employment and so took a job in the Medical career where he began an evening shift.


This left me free to go on and enjoy a second date with Neil.

I feel strange around this man- I really genuinely like him.

Infact- I Love Him

My youngest spawn became a boychild.

That night 3 ghosts were out.

I feel no narration is needed for the following:-

If there is another contest going on, Goopy would definitely have won.

It's amazing we both survived the night.

In my delicate state and with emotions rising that have never before shown themselves to me, I hatch a new and very different plan.

First I have to rid myself of Count Greg.

I chose daylight for him to cook this time.

Greg soon finds out why you should never barbecue indoors.

Feel The Burn

As dear Remington clears up the ashes, Grim makes a final call.

Count Greg joins my graveyard- he was in my home just 3 days.

Farewell Greg.

and an abrupt farewell to you my readers,

for my next chapter reveals all about my new plan.