Modern Cinderella Simon Novels & Stories

He answers easily. “B-but..” Simon seems stuck on the words and he’s turning a weird shade of purple. “But what? I am not going to marry you. I. AM. TAKEN. Very happily taken and completely not available. Leave me alone!” I insist. Simon’s pretence of manners falls away completely. “You have to be JOKING! There’s no way you would choose some boy toy INCUBUS over me! Do you know who my family are?” He yells.

Simon stood in a tailored suit, silver hair draping as he said with a low voice, "Cynthia… No, my Luna. You probably didn't know this, but three years ago, I was a firm believer in never marrying. But after I saw your photo on your mother's phone, I knew… If I were to mate bond with someone, it could only be you. The night you agreed to be with me, I was so happy I couldn't sleep. And when you said yes to my proposal, I thanked the Moon Goddess for giving me such a beautiful fate." Tears of joy welled in my eyes. "Thank the Moon Goddess." Ten years later, Jakob once again stepped into Palemoon Pack Territory on business. He checked into the central hotel. When it was time for dinner, he saw

Javen's eyes flickered with different emotions, and then he pushed aside Simmon's hands. 'Get lost.' Simmon's fighting spirit was extinguished instantly. He rubbed his nose awkwardly and said, 'I'm just joking. If you want to snatch someone's marriage, go snatch it yourself.' 'Why?' Simmon looked disappointed. 'You like Cassie. Although I don't know why you want to be with Ginger, anyone can see that you have no feelings for her.'

Simon complaint dramatically, but then, he turned to him with eyes sparkling already, "Can you play it now?" Sebastian shook his head as the corner of his lips tugged upward. He knew he already got him there. He knew Simon like the back of his palm. He's gullible when it comes to his price possession, which was music that was written and composed just for him, and nothing more, except of course Sandra Mendez. Everything about her can be use to bribe Simon. He's on that high level as a fanboy. "Bro!" Simon whined. "I won't let you hear it if you won't tell me first what you wanted to tell me earlier"

Simone wouldn’t need to be paid in gold to help the mouthy Laura shut up. She could picture herself pouring wine over the blonde, red wine preferably, but had to restrain herself and put a commercial smile on all through the evening. She learnt from the overly talkative woman that she was a model, a well-paid one… Simone had to repress a yawn more than a couple of times. She didn’t know how William could put up with the woman. But then again, he was a man, a man with needs, and she couldn’t expect him to remain celibate.

It was the night before my wedding when my family learned that we had been selected to provide a bride for the ailing heir of Silverbay's showbiz empire. My father and stepmother had just three days to send one of their daughters. My sister, Roxanne Simmons, panicked when she heard the news and begged my fiance, Clinton Whitfield, to intervene. To my horror, he fell to his knees and pleaded for my help. He even promised me that once it was over, he'd marry me.

Simon wanted to rush over to me, but the people beside him held him back. He listened as others spoke about me in hushed voices. "Is that Ivina Coleo, the rumored new star in weapon design? She's so young!" "That's her. Every weapon she designs has the underground arms dealers fighting each other to place orders!" "She's beautiful and ruthless. I heard the line of men pursuing her could stretch all the way to the docks!" The last comment made the vein on Simon's forehead bulge. He struggled and growled, "She's my fiancee!"

“I’m not—” “Exactly.” Simone climbed off the bed and walked to the drawer again. This time, she returned with a metal ring. “Chastity,” she said. “Your new best friend.” His eyes widened. “No—please—” She smacked his cheek. “You don’t get to say no anymore.” She locked the cage onto him, slow and brutal. He twitched inside the ring. It was snug. Too snug. Her fingers brushed his cock as she sealed the lock.

I opened the post and skimmed through it. I was so angry I actually laughed. Simon poured out a heartfelt confession to the female streamer, Claire. [Claire only calls out to me so sweetly in her livestream. If that's not favoritism, what is? [Once I've spent 100 thousand dollars on Claire's stream, I'll ask her out in person and confess!] Then, when he mentioned me, his tone flipped instantly. [Sigh, I do feel sorry for my fiancée. She's already thirty—not young anymore. Other than me, who would even want her?]

" To that, all that Simon said was… nothing. That night, I watched him standing at the bathroom doorway, motionless for what felt like hours. He stepped inside, lay in the empty bathtub, and curled up like a baby—or, rather, like someone already dead. The wind howled outside, rustling the leaves. I hovered at the edge of the tub, looking down at him. Even when thin and hollow, Simon was still impossibly handsome. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly in sleep, as if he were chasing some restless dream. I wanted to reach out and touch his face, but my fingers passed through his cheek. Once again, I felt that gentle yet unyielding pull. I knew it was truly time to go. I cast one last glance at