Fear Street Simon Novels & Stories

He replied with a stoic expression as he glared over at Simon, struggling to stop himself from ripping his parents' murderer apart. Simon chuckled hysterically. "So, the two of you are working together now? Wow, didn't see that coming." He said mockingly, trying to hide the fear he was feeling. Sheila could see the fear in Simon's eyes. She could tell that the chuckling, the mocking and the grinning was all a facade. He was afraid of what was gonna happen to him, but he didn't want to show his fear, so he decided to make fun of Liam. "Neither did your boss." Sheila chimed in with a mocking tone, "I bet he'll never know, until the day we take him down." She added, emphasizing her sentence.

"I really don't understand. I don't know something like S, nor do I know the person with S on her wrist. I was being followed. I felt scared and strange. You are tricking me!" In this case, as long as Simon exerted a little more strength, he could kill Hazel. However, she was not afraid at all! Simon was shocked. "Finish her quickly? Looks like I've met a match." "Do you want to kill me? If you don't, I'll leave." Hazel sneered, without a trace of fear.

Just as she opened the gate, the same man from the long black coat that Benjamin saw earlier appeared before her. Amara saw his ghostly appearance that was flying in air with no limbs and she was shivering with terror. Her complete body was sweating, the heart rate increased and she was almost at the stage of collapse. "Go away from here, there is nobody residing inside. Go away." He admonished her firm. Amara shook her head even when she was on the verge of losing conscience. "Alexander is inside. I need to save him." She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house.

Mara held Leslie by the back of her head, and Leslie’s eyes were wincing from the pain of her hair being pulled from her scalp. “Shift back now!” Mara yells at us. We ignored her command and continued approaching. She unsheaths a silver blade. She presses the tip of the blade to Leslie’s throat and Leslie tries to hold back tears and tries to stay still. “I said, shift,” Mara repeats herself, putting more emphasis on her tone. We all shift back to our human forms and stand in front of her, and her goons. We all stand there naked, except for Sage, who is still in her black leggings and grey long-sleeve shirt.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

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.

Simon would have to take them all out before starting his mission, else he’d be done for. “Why would I want you dead when you haven’t provided my money, Simon. I need that cash badly and once your deadline is over, I won’t show mercy; I’ve decided to wipe out your entire lineage Simon, every last one of them,” Freddy yelled the last few words, he jumped from his swirl chair to the ground and went over to the front of his desk. Freddy was a 4’9 in height. Simon wanted to squeeze him to molecules that instant for threatening him again, so he had decided to kill his family too; time was moving slowly, he would have to finish off this mother fucker very soon before he did anything reckless.

It was Simon. She stumbled a step back and looked around with hysteric eyes. Brittany was nowhere in sight. The front door burst open and he stepped inside. The girl stiffened as he stalked inside but this time she didn't let fear paralyze her. The girl inhaled sharply and charged at Simon taking him off guard. She bared her fangs and sunk them into his neck causing him to grunt in pain. His blood was like acid in her mouth so despite sucking blood she yanked a chunk of his flesh out making him scream in pain.

"Simon, you're going to die!" He smiled softly. "I can't deny, especially since you're the next one I'm going to kill." He threatens. "Next? Tell me who else you killed!" Its unmixed smear questioning. "Mrs. Ana Delos Reyes." His simple response. He saw Xavier's jaw tighten after he said the name of the person he had first targeted. "Simon, you beast!" Thrilling to say it. "You don't fit in here, you must be there in hell!"

His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattooed veins along his forearms. God. Why was that so attractive? The office itself was dark and masculine. Black shelves lined with books. Whiskey bottles glinting beneath warm lighting. Simon turned suddenly and I held my breath. His eyes landed directly on me and sharpened immediately. The silence stretched for one dangerous second before he spoke back into the phone. “I'll call you tomorrow.” Then he ended the call. I stepped backward instinctively . “Sorry, I was just looking for the kitchen.” Simon studied me silently. His gaze traveled slowly downward. Bare legs, tiny shorts, barefoot. The look in his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.