Simon And Baz Novels & Stories

Did you see how pissed he looked after that? "Yeah," Simon said. He still could not explain how he felt he knew these people. He made a mental note to look up Peter Brooklyn's website where he explained the intricacies of reincarnation. "I'm going to check out the restaurant to see if I might spot him there," Simone said, filling the silence. "Are you interested in coming along?" "Not today," he replied. "I have an important business meeting online that I need to attend." "Okay see you around later then," she said, getting up.

It sobered me up in an instant. I mumbled an apology, trying to pull away from the man's trench coat, my eyes dropping to his wrist. The watch he wore looked oddly familiar. A rare edition, limited worldwide. Even Charles couldn't get his hands on one. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," I said again. I knew who he was. I didn't look up. Didn't need to. "Your hand is bleeding," he said, his voice low, textured with something like exhaustion. "It's nothing."

Especially when that even part of my goal coming back in the first place. When I get down to the kitchen, I catch Simon is grabbing a beer from the fridge like it is his fridge. It's like him and Cooper own this house too. They can do whatever they want. I wish I have more friends like that, you know, just making you feel you're at home. Sadly I don't.

asked curious Simon. “A date with Sandra!” Bammie happily answered in a heartbeat.

He said as we walked towards his locker room. ****** Brian's POV: “Hello, rival.” I said standing in the doorframe of Simon's locker room, with my arms folded against my chest. Simon turned around with a smirk and clasped my hand that I had put forward bumping my shoulder. We pulled into a hug. It brought the nostalgia of childhood back to me. The two of us had seen so much together, since middle grade, which was why we somehow understood each other the most too. “How have you been, asshole, did you miss me?” Simon asked teasingly.

Simon's words seemed to resonate in the air, carrying with them an air of authenticity that couldn't be easily dismissed. "You see," Simon went on, "our friendship and Gabriella's happiness are far too important for me to let pride stand in the way. I'm here to mend the bridges we've inadvertently burned and to find a way for us to move forward, as friends, as family." As Simon's words lingered, a moment of silence settled in the room. The weight of their shared history, the echoes of childhood camaraderie and the trials of adulthood, hung in the air like a fragile bridge waiting to be crossed. Richard's gaze softened, and it was evident that beneath the layers of sarcasm and skepticism, a g

Freddy fired back, the hint of anger followed his voice and a frown covered his face. “Then who would want me dead, using a military grade sniper against me,” Simon said, brushing his hands through his hair as if he was thinking. He knew Freddy wasn’t the person who sent those guys. He just needed to confirm, and somewhat observe what was going on in Freddy’s base. Ever since he was deprived from his job, coming to Freddy’s base had been impossible. He had to use this opportunity to observe the area for his plan. Freddy’s base was an underground setting, at the top it was a normal restaurant for harm burgers, tacos and coffee. There was an inner room where the step to the underground base wa

Simon told him. “Angel, is this your doing?” Bane asked. “Me? Never. I don’t drive such hard bargains, you know that,” Emma told him with a smile. Bane chuckled. “Your terms are agreeable. We will help you with all of it. Now, let’s get down to money,” Bane told Simon. Emma sat and listened as Bane and Simon negotiated. Simon had taken Emma’s advice to heart and was pushing hard for his goal. Bane seemed to enjoy himself as they went back and forth.

Rodrigo Lopez was confused with Simon, wondering what he was talking about. Nothing made sense to him. But to Simon, it made sense because he knew what he was talking about. "Mr Simon, what are you talking about?" Mr Rodrigo asked in a nice friendly tone but with a confused expression. If he could remember correctly, he didn't have any enemy that was a Danver, in fact he wanted to align himself with the Danvers. Not make enemies out of them. Simon looked at Simon, and he had a smug smile on his face as he said, "I'm saying, we all share the same enemy." Simon said.

Who would have thought that the man and his mini-me would be moving into her house in a blink of an eye? “What do you think, President Zachary?” Quinn asked him rather politely. Simon’s expression remained unchanged, and he said without the slightest hesitation, “That sounds good. Thank you, Old Master, for your kind hospitality.” Upon saying these words, he looked at Sharon, his obsidian eyes filled with hidden intent.