Fear Street Simon Novels & Stories

Xavier’s warm breath fanned her eyelashes, his fingers stopped moving and rested on her knees instead. The corners of his lips had curled up into a dangerous smirk, that should’ve scared her, that should have given her more reason to pull away instead she found herself resisting the urge to rub her thighs together and let a moan slip past her lips. Halle wasn’t breathing. Brown eyes held her in an invisible cage. Her brows furrowed. His current situation? Where exactly was Simon? “Does that make you fear me, Flower?”

This was not the first restless spirit she had faced in her 80 years on this earth. “Is that a threat?”she asked, staring straight into those cold eyes.It could not hurt her, if it could, it would have done so by now. As strong and repulsive as it was, it was newly awakened, otherwise it would not need to hide in the shadows, gathering its strength. “You are petulant, old woman!”she screeched, as the drapes billowed in a sudden icy wind. “Who are you!” Mrs Feeney demanded. The spirit held her gaze, leaned in until they were mere inches apart.

Simon adds, pushing off the marble pillar with a dangerous, gliding stride. He steps into our circle, closing the physical distance with casual grace. His fingers brush against my shoulder, lingering just long enough to trace the line of my collarbone through the fabric of my jacket. His blue eyes flash with a mixture of playful mischief and fierce, protective possessiveness. "Don't listen to him, Eve," Simon murmurs, leaning down just enough for his breath to brush against my ear, sending a delicious, familiar shiver down my spine. "Ashford gets all the dramatic monologues, but I'm the one who memorized every single shortcut through these catacombs just so I could sneak into your quarters a

Taking his arm but pointing to the bathroom, he too spots the feet underneath the door but allows a growl full of possessiveness and anger to ripple from his chest. This was all the person on the other side of the door needed to hear to know we were frighteningly, aware of their presence, booting the door with those heavy boots, light streams through the room, hitting Leo and I as we lay on the bed, me staring in fear and Leo, deep anger. My eyes go wide as the man from before, the one which each person has called Simon, stood in the doorway with that same sick and twisted smirk he wore the first time but, in his hand, was an item even more terrifying than that smile.

His gaze was cold, wary, and tinged with fear as it landed on Hayley. Especially when his eyes shifted to their teammate, Simon Porter, who lay on the ground with his head blown clean off. He had died instantly. The people across from them were ruthless. And strong. Simon had a terrible reputation in their base. He was violent, unreasonable, and loved watching survivors get torn apart by zombies. He had tricked residents who angered him into going outside a few times, just to watch them die for his own amusement. Still, he had been their teammate. Seeing him die so cleanly right in front of them sent a chill through everyone present.

On the contrary, if Cedric had not spoken up on his behalf out of their old ties, Simon was sure he would already be dead by now. As luck would have it, a cab happened to drive by. Simon threw the door open, jumped inside, and barked, "Drive!" The driver stared at him in shock. "Dude, are you practicing for Halloween? Why are you covered in blood?" Simon's face contorted with pain, and he roared, "Are you going or not? One more word and I'll take you out with one strike!" Terrified, the driver slammed on the gas and sped off.

Feeling that these inert toys were no longer fun, the monster turned around and looked at the trembling Simon with deep interest. Seeing that the monster was already walking towards him, Simon's legs gave way as he fell to the ground limply, clutching his head as he trembled. Rhein yelled impatiently for Simon to pull the safety pin, but the latter simply buried his head in his arms like an ostrich, as if not seeing the monster would make him less afraid.

In a few hours, all of that could be over. The lighting is dark, but Simon doesn't use any light. He glides down the stairs like he knows exactly where he is going. He probably does. It wouldn't surprise me if he has been down here thousands of times. It was, after all, tradition to torture in Westwood pack. Simon tightens his hold on my arm as he turns a corner. I wince slightly as his claws accidentally puncture my skin. The screams have only gotten worse and they are now paired with hopeless begging and the sizzling of flesh.

His facial expression screamed fear. A bout of fear surfaced in Simon's heart. "What?" He whispered in return and took a step back. Prothero suddenly covered his mouth as if he wanted to barf and fearfully whispered. "There. That person putting on white has blood oozing from his mouth and his stomach. I think it's a gh…." "Ghost." Simon suddenly completed, and his eyes widened in shock. Immediately, Simon felt a bout of nausea hit him hard, and he felt sick.

“There’s a killer inside. One of the staff quickly left Seth and Ella, saying, “It looks like he’s going to kill the man.” “Uncle...” Ella said. Seth grabbed her arm before she could leave. “Be careful,” said Seth. He quickly let go of Ella and ran into the scary house. Simon hid inside the nearby coffin. The whole place went quiet. He thought that everyone he told to come out had, even the people who worked at the amusement park. “Simon, you are hiding... Are you frightened?” At that moment, Simon was out of breath. Even though his wound was getting better, it still hurt. The voice of the attacker was strange.