Fear Street Simon Novels & Stories

Maybe he isn't bad news, maybe she got lucky. "You want me to remove her from her lock?" Samantha asked surprised. Lord Simon didn't give any response, and Samantha understood immediately. He might look calm and gentle just like his Innocent face but he is nothing like that. He is brutal and wicked especially to his sex slave, his rumours has travelled around the town. Many nobles men fears him, he shows no mercy and no emotion. Just like his nickname, dread lord Simon. He is to be feared. Sam looked at Imogen who was beaming in excitement, she pitied her for she knows not what she's about to get into.

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.

he had never met a woman acting like this to his friend. Though every girl flirt with them, no one flirts the way this girl does. And also, not simultaneously flirting at them both. And was she even aware of it? and was she even aware that the things that occur in this place besides drinking were all women and s*x? “Get out.” Simon knew it was directed to him and he run away for his life. When he was out of the door, he was panting and was out of breath. “She’s scary! She’s really scary! She almost made me lose my life!” he ranted, shaking his head and walked away as fast as he could. He didn’t want to risk his life anymore.

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.

"Scared of me, huh?" Sharon sat on the side of the ledge. Simon stood up and leaned closer. Both her hands supported on the ledge, and her body leaned backward. She saw Simon's Adam's apple that was protruding. "What… what's there for me to be afraid of?" It was as if Simon was doing it on purpose. His fingers gently touching her face. His voice became even deeper. "Then why is your face looking like I'm about to eat you up?" He leaned way too close to her, and his warm breath even brushing over her. With a troubled look, she turned her face away and her small hands pressing against Simon's chest. With much trouble, she spoke, "You should get up."