Lord Of The Flies Simon Novels & Stories

I said, concern etched to my face. "It sounds like you're accusing me. If I decide to act on the punishment I received from Ezekiel when he was the ruler of this place, I will ask for the wolves to be slain or make sure their foods are poisoned." Simon said, his voice filled with wickedness and I began to understand who he truly was. Unwilling to help people get out of trouble even if he could. That's just the best way to describe him now.

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.

But Simon never looked back. ***

It was then that the door creaked open, and Simon, my trusted Beta, entered, a solemn expression etched on his face. "Alpha," Simon spoke with a mix of urgency and respect, "there is an urgent matter that requires your attention. "What is it, Simon? Speak your mind!” I ordered and Simon remained silent. "Speak Simon. What's it about?" I asked. "It's about the halfling, Miss Royal," he said and I dropped everything I was doing.

came the chilling reply. Simon didn’t care for the way his mate was manipulating him. It had been stimulating in the beginning to get one over on Liam by taking up with the she-wolf he’d rejected. Well, it had made a kind of sense at the time. Refreshing, too, not to have to take charge. Alpha Leo was taking a back seat these days, proud of his fierce daughter. At least that was the official version. Privately, Simon believed he was scared of her though he would never admit it and certainly not to a virtual stranger. Having the hybrid in his possession yet not being the one in ultimate control was driving him crazy. Yet the remedy was in his hands. The woodland area was just the place to dis

"Leave it right there. Don't come up Sarah, it's dangerous for you, he looks very hungry." "I'm not coming up then. But what happened to him? Is he like you now Simon?" "I'm afraid so... But we're not the same. If he can't control himself, he will become like a wild animal who kills and destroys everything he comes across to." "Is there a way to turn him back?" Simon sighed. "I haven't heard from anyone yet. Stay away Sarah. Don't come up. I come down to get the chain." Simon goes down to get the chain but Jimmy follows him. He jumped three stories down to the ground where Sarah was so Simon quickly jumped too.

Leonora watched from the porch as Simon huffed and sweated, shirt sticking to his back, mud on his cheeks, and his smile never fading. “I think I’m earning your dad’s approval,” Simon said, carrying buckets over one shoulder, the other arm balancing a basin of cassava. “He’s not my real dad but he treats me as his real daughter,” Leonora said gently, “but I think you might be.” Simon beamed. Even the grumpy elders who frowned at him that first day began to nod with grudging respect. Stage Three: Gifts and Respect Simon never arrived empty-handed. Sometimes it was food: Filipino rice cake wrapped neatly in banana leaves from a vendor he’d befriended at the border town. Other times, it was boo

"It's for you to find out." He drew Luna to bring her body closer to his own, then hugged her. "Well, I guess I know what that means," said Luna. "Haist, I didn't know a person like you couldn't be flirty." Simon chuckled. "I know how to flirt, and I'm just scared." He pulled Luna onto the couch to sit back. They sat next to each other on the sofa while they looked at each other. "What are you worried about? Aren't you immortal?"

Simon hissed angrily. “No. I think I'll extend my stay a little longer. I think we should talk man to man." He took a step towards Simon and he retreated with fear glowing in his eyes. “I know who you are Simon Hills. You are a drunk piece of shit. No job, nothing to your name, and takes a kind of sick pleasure in making the lives of a daughter and wife in your care a misery.” He took another step and Simon backed away again. He was fighting to get the right words out.

Simon's unconcerned tone filled the air. Hector's eyes opened. He fixed them on the man. Simon shrugged, "They are just experiments. It was all for a good cause." Hector's eyes squeezed shut again. He balled his hands into fists, and squeezed, imagining it to be Simon's head. "Heartless monster." Hector intoned. Simon caught himself. This is not looking good for him at all. If he's going to get this damned man to release him, he has to pretend like he cares, even if he doesn't give shît.