Novel & Cerita Fear Street Simon

“A leopard can’t change its spots.” Simon lunged forward and clamped his hand tightly around my throat. “How did you fight back then? Tell me now, or I’ll choke you to death!” I shook my head and gestured for him to let go. “My way of resisting was not resisting at all.” Simon stared at me suspiciously. In the previous timeline, after he was cast out of the Harrison family, Simon still had somewhere he could go. Naturally, he never understood what it was like to live in constant fear the way I did.

Blood all over the walls! [Sister_Sarah]: Dear God... that poor boy, his insides were... [Veteran_Frank]: My fear level is already at 55%. We're all going to die at this rate! [Seminary_Student_Mark]: And the guy on the tenth floor! He stepped into his room and just... vanished! Not even a body left! [Livestream Chat] [Hahaha, the noobs' fear levels are skyrocketing.] [It's only the first night and so many are dead already.]

I toss my blades aside and shift mid stride, body breaking, reshaping, the wolf ripping out of me as I launch at him. We collide. Mud, teeth, claws. His strength crushes into me. His hate is a weight, a storm inside his jaws. And I have only love inside me. Love for Iris, my wife. He tears at me, and for the first time fear grips me. Fear of dying. Fear of failing Iris. Fear of losing her. I falter and Simon takes the opportunity, striking me. His claws pierce my neck, hot painful fire lancing down my spine. Blood gushes, my breath ragged. He looms over me, paw braced on my chest, his other raised to deliver the killing blow.

he said, and the lack of surprise didn’t hit me as hard as I expected. From the moment Simon arrived, agitation filled him, and his eyes observed every detail and movement, as if he expected another blow. “What’s going on?” I asked, observing the place to understand why Simon seemed to feel fear. “Simon, what are you hiding from me? You don’t look comfortable.” He hesitated, but instead of giving me the answer I longed for, Simon changed the subject with a skill that bordered on manipulation.

His blue eyes stared directly at the front man. The man, Forsyth, chuckled and turned around, "Didn't know Dominus's puppet gets to have an off day. Who would have thought the great Simon Cian would be someone's puppet," Simon remained serene by his comment. "I thought I'd meet her body lying cold on the ground the minute you arrived, but I was wrong." He strides closer to Forsyth, "Who would have thought Forsyth Seth would let his prey live more than a second?" He mocked. "Acting like a dumb child with her, I bet she wanted to laugh out loud and-" Forsyth clutched his neck and pushed him against the wall. Simon didn't look frightened nor did he retaliate. He simply smirks at Forsyth,

Willow's Pov I could feel the walls closing in on me as the reality of what I had done sank in. Simon lay lifeless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading around him, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. And Simone... Simone was trembling with fear, her eyes fixed on the bloody knife in my hand, her mouth opening and closing in silent shock. "Willow," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You... you killed him." "You killed him!" She screamed again.

He couldn't understand how Darren was even more terrifying than his boss, who was involved in multiple killings. If looks could kill, Simon would've been dead by now. His face turned ashen as his fear reached its peak. Yet, Darren, whom he was so terrified of, suddenly let out a gentle smile. His gaze was tender as he said, "Hannah, I've got him." "Great! You're amazing!" Hannah smiled, yet her gaze immediately carried a hint of disgust when she glanced over at Simon. "He's a leader at least. We should be able to get something out of him."

At that moment, she saw him swallow a mass that formed in his throat. "What are you so afraid of, Simon?" "What are you talking about?" "Are you afraid of the fact that you'll get caught, and sacked. Or are you afraid of the fact that once you get the full taste of me, you'll be hooked forever, and I will have you wrapped around my fingers like a puppet?" A very scary laughter tore through Simon's lips, causing his chest to expand, and making him shake in his chair, terrifying Zoey because she had never seen him that way before.

I don’t know why I didn’t scream for the others to help, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me, so I stood rooted to the floor. “I do not mean to frighten you, Ryan. I am here because I need help, and you are the only one I believe can help me. Will you hear me out, please?” I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. He took three steps closer to me. There was only a foot of distance between us. His scent hit me hard—he smelled of wildflowers and trees. I loved wildflowers. He chuckled as if he knew what his close proximity was doing to me. What the hell is wrong with me? I seem to be getting turned on by every damn guy, I need to get my shit together. “My name is Simon. My people are being frame

“Open up! Open up you monster! What have you done to my…” The door flung open, and I nearly fell into the house. I smacked against a hard body in front of me. I pulled away in fear and found myself staring at Simon who was towering above me. His eyes were deep red–he had probably been drinking again–his muscles were tense and he was snarling at me. “You thought that you could run forever, you little whore!” I gulped in fear but faced him nonetheless. “What have you done with my mother?!”