Dan Simmons Books Ranked Novels & Stories

“Except for the new Nesmir Christie book, they did.” “Darn it, that book is the one we need to boost our new membership drive.” Her boss sounded aggrieved. “We did get the new books by Devlin Geris and John Rood.” She held up a copy each of the two writers whom she considered among the best in the business. “Hm, I suppose those will have to do.” Hamby shrugged indifferently. “We could get them to do a reading here at the library...” Doris looked at her boss expectantly. “Or at least one of them, John Rood maybe... ”

I knew one thing, if Simon decided to use even 30% of the tricks his novel’s character used that would make him… a sex god. “I will never look at Simon the same way…” I mumbled after reading the book, and went to bathroom to cool my red face down.

As they moved closer, I drew in a sharp breath. "Don't you dare! Do you even know who I am?" I warned, my eyes flicking from one face to the next. Susan's voice dripped with disdain as she retorted, "Why the hell should I care who you are? Who in Southford could possibly be above my sons? Guys, go on. Tell her who I am." The crowd immediately fell over themselves to flatter her. "Everyone knows who Mrs. Simmons is! She's so lucky to have three incredible sons. In just a few years, they're already running Prescott Group!"

"He's fishing. He's got blood in the water. The sex scandal, with a dash of professional arrogance. It's a good mix." "The numbers are sound," Davidson insisted, a knot of outrage forming in his chest. "I know they are," Brian answered. "But war is perception, and Simmons just tossed a grenade. He's old school. He doesn't like change. He doesn't like you. And he's not alone."

Simmons felt like he had a lot of potentials. Of the ten students, Gilbert was the one with the most hope to become a sixth-grade alchemist, because of that, Mr. Simmons would always face him with a smile. Mr. Simmons had always been someone who would suck up to the powerful and trample all over the weak. If not for that, Mr. Simmons would not even have raised an eyebrow no matter what Gilbert said. When he becomes a sixth-grade alchemist, the first person he wanted to deal with would be Mr. Simmons. Mr. Simmons enjoyed looking for trouble where there was none far too much. As he thought about everything, the door to the hall suddenly opened.

“Tell me that doesn’t sound unfair.” “But Simon has loved her with everything he has,” Daisy shot back. “Even when she tried to push him away.” “You can’t compare that to what Damon did,” he said, exhaling. “I know you like Simon. You’ve been around him long enough to get comfortable. But just imagine how broken Damon must be.” “Simon is literally rebelling against his mom for her.” Daisy folded her arms. “I don’t think anything tops that.” Johnson smirked. “Whatever. I’m Team Damon all the way.”

Simmons, leaving only Zac in the room with the scattered books on the ground. He closed his eyes, slowly thinking, ‘Liv, what you saw wasn’t real. ‘It isn’t…’

"You reject me and then cozy up to some unknown guy. What, does he surpass me in some way? Can he satisfy you in bed better than I can?" "He's better than trash like you!" "Alright, today I'll show you if I'm trash!" Simmons shut off the phone and threw it aside. He grabbed Liora's throat and, with a wicked glint, said, "When did Simmons endure such humiliation from a woman? After all these years of playing with countless women, Liora, who does she think she is? With that sexy appearance, isn't she just there for someone to enjoy, pretending to be innocent!"

Garrison’s tall, well-built body visibly swayed at that moment. “I think you must’ve thought of this and you know the answer very well deep down.” The bookish lady adjusted her silver-framed glasses. “So, Mr. Larson, please stop while it’s still not too late. Otherwise, you, the person who loves Ms. Simmons the most, will probably become the person she hates the most in the end.” Garrison’s lips, which were as thin as paper, trembled faintly. “So, any idea how I should stop?”

I've sculpted a character based on my boss, Jacob Carter, in my smutty novel. Jacob, who's a cold, distant, and stern man in reality, is reduced to a lovesick simp in my novel. Apparently, he's maddeningly in love with me there. But when I tender my resignation letter later on, Jacob rips it into shreds before cornering me. "Oh? Are you planning to leave now that you've finished writing that novel of yours? How dare you discard me as soon as you're done with me! What am I, a cheap escort?"