Modern Cinderella Simon Novels & Stories

Simon adds, pushing off the marble pillar with a dangerous, gliding stride. He steps into our circle, closing the physical distance with casual grace. His fingers brush against my shoulder, lingering just long enough to trace the line of my collarbone through the fabric of my jacket. His blue eyes flash with a mixture of playful mischief and fierce, protective possessiveness. "Don't listen to him, Eve," Simon murmurs, leaning down just enough for his breath to brush against my ear, sending a delicious, familiar shiver down my spine. "Ashford gets all the dramatic monologues, but I'm the one who memorized every single shortcut through these catacombs just so I could sneak into your quarters a

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.

joked Simon, laughing. "Stop it!" replied Daon, laughing. "Wow! You chose well, Daon! Isn't she beautiful, Jayden?" asked Simon, smiling. Our eyes met for a moment, and she blushed slightly, reminding me of her completely red face after all the pleasure from last night. "She is!" I replied, trying to keep my composure. "Look, it's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Simon, and if you're making my friend happy, I already like you for free!" said Simon, friendly.

He looks rich. "But it seemed so. It'll start pouring in a little while, you should better find yourself a shelter." He said to which she bent her head, she could still feel his eyes on her. "And I know of an inn not far away, and it's also cheap." Mildred weighed the offer, she could use a cheap inn right now. So she nodded at him, and a bright smile appeared on his lips, mystifying her. "By the way, I'm Simon, Simon Cian." he introduced himself, and he extended his hand towards her for a handshake.

With determination in his eyes, he approached them, his expression unwavering. "Mrs maxwell, I understand that you may have reservations about Gabriella's background, as her mother works for you but she is mine now and you see her mother over there, she stops her job with you today," Simon stated firmly. "Her character, kindness, and love are what matter to me the most. I won't let anyone disparage the woman I've chosen to spend my life with." Rosella and Richard exchanged glances, taken aback by Simon's assertiveness.

I continued to flatter her. She smiled sweetly at me. "Well, my friends used to say that." "By the way, can I ask you a favor?" I changed the topic. I was hoping that she would not notice that it's my real purpose of flattering her. "Sure, what is it?" She asked. I secretly breathe a sigh of relief. "You know, Hannah Simons. The one scheduled for the fitting of the wedding gown." "Oh, yeah. What about her?" "She's just being forced to marry Robert Shaw. That's why we need your help."

"Hey there. Remember me?" Linda saw Simon and snorted, showing she did not think much of him. "Don't get in the way!" Simon chuckled at her spunky attitude. It was kind of cute, especially since most girls did not react to him like Linda did. Simon blocked her path. "How old are you, little miss? You look like you're not even grown up yet!" "Hey! I'm underage, yet you're still flirting with me, you creepy old man!" Linda snapped, catching Simon's gaze on her chest, and she thought she even heard him tsk twice. Linda quickly covered her chest with her hands. "Stop staring at me like that!"