Dan Simmons Novels Novels & Stories

Simon — What His Brothers Were On the third day he pulled the files. Not the Reeves files — those he had read enough times to have memorized the shape of them, the preliminary report through the Carol Simmons finding through the toxicology question that Reeves had been sitting on for three days before Simon had said stop, hold, do nothing. Not those files. The Brown Corporation files. The real ones — the ones he had always had access to and had always, on some level, known contained things he had not wanted to find.

Carol nodded. "The Simses are backed by the Kanes. That's the reason behind their explosive growth. "Mr. Sims Senior is a renowned figure in the world of literature. He also made significant contributions to the country when he was younger. Do you still think they made it via stock trading?" Jennifer shook her head, her eyes filled with excitement. "Then I'll go to the banquet." She hesitated right after the words came out of her mouth. "Isn't Mr. Sims Senior rumored to be on his deathbed? Why would the Simses put so much effort into celebrating his birthday?" Jennifer asked.

Simon suggests with a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood with his unconventional perspective. "What good part?" Daon asked, as he entered the room looking exhausted but with a smile on his face as always. "Jayden's having an affair with a married woman," Simon announced boldly, startling me with his bluntness.

The continent he was looking at was the Simmons Continent that David had visited. He also killed a Saint on it. Nek Simmons. When Blue approached Simmons Continent, he was blocked by a light curtain. Because after David killed a Saint on the Simmons Continent, Sahar, the only living Saint from the Simmons Family immediately announced that he would activate the formation and seal the Simmons Continent to prevent anyone from entering for the first time. However, this formation was like a bubble to Blue, a Deity.

S. Matthew Simmons? Who on earth am I familiar with that’s named such a petty name. Matthew Simmons sounds petty, like the mother has a beef with the father so took it all out on the baby boy by giving him the shitty name. Now why is this non-existent asshole after me? If he wants to truly save me the trouble of finding him, then he should show up in front of my office and let’s see if he can last a twenty four hours later as someone still after my destruction still.

Simon heard the closing of the door after which his mother, along with his uncle had been dragged out of the inner circle and everything around him seem to slow down. He stood there, reflecting on it all, and then he looked at Elder Samuel when he said to him; “Simone committed a grave sin this time. How are you going to deal with her?”

Mimi's heartbeat thudded in her ears as she moved through the abandoned casino's dimly lit corridors. She took short, controlled breaths, just enough to get by. Her eyes moved quickly, looking about at the strange quiet. She had to be careful. This wasn't just any place; it was where Damon stored his secrets, and those secrets all had the same name: Simeon. As she walked past broken slot machines and rusted-out tables, the stagnant air combined with the pungent smell of mould. With every step, she got closer to what she feared most: losing her kid.

Simmons led down first as I still stood astonished with the looks and beauty. "How do you manage this place ms. Maggot?" Inquired I. "I just do the usual. Grow rice and coffee." Replied she chuckling in expectation we took it as a joke. "And you are the mystery in my dream young lady?" Said she looking a Simmons. "Oh no. This is my companion Maximus Simmons. He is a boy ms." Responded I hurriedly. "Of course you expect me to believe you. Does she look like a boy to you?" She asked with proof. " the last time I spoke to lord Hocus. He told me about your stay at his home willete Duskwick. "

Too light. Damon was still standing there. Waiting. Or maybe just breathing. Simon couldn’t tell. He pictured the two of them at an airport. Her standing close to his brother. Passport in hand. Looking ahead instead of back. His grip tightened. He swallowed, but it didn’t help. “You’re serious,” he said, though no one had said anything new. Damon didn’t answer, just nodded Simon’s jaw flexed. He looked like he wanted to speak again — like something was climbing up his throat —.

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?"