Simon And Jeanette Novels & Stories

“Simon, you are not feeling sorry for Charlotte, are you? After everything you have done for her, it doesn’t seem like it makes a difference to her. She doesn’t care about you. So, why are you still so instant on looking out for her?” Simon picked up the glass and took a sip. His eyes were cold and indifferent when he looked at Adam. “It's my business. It has nothing to do with you!” With a shrug, Adam sat next to him on the sofa and placed her arm on his shoulder. He shifted closer and whispered in his ear, “Simon, you do you really want to stop now? It was way too early. We still have a lot of we can accomplish together. If you stay here and help me together, we can defeat Darren and get C

“Isaac? Isaac!” We both turn at the same time at Simon’s urgent voice. He is jogging towards us, his eyes on the other side of the compound. Which is why he trips and almost bumps into my drink. He catches himself, and then he is standing beside Isaac, placing his hands on his shoulders and turning his body towards the side his eyes were stuck at. “Do you know her?” Simon asks. “Who?” Isaac asks, sounding confused. “The girl with the blue hair and fishnet stockings.”

he asks. "Hi, I'm Jeanet." I hold my hand out for a handshake. "I'm Kamo," he smiles as he shakes my hand. "Is it your first time here?" "Yes, is it that obvious?" I ask sarcastically. He chuckles. "No, it's not." Damien walks towards us, and Kamo doesn't look even the slightest bit uncomfortable. "Hi, Kamo," Damien gives Kamo a dazzling smile as he shakes his hand. "I need Jeanet here, we are going home."

Simon’s reply came at last. SIMON: If you go public with this, you won’t just burn me. Her phone buzzed again. SIMON: You’ll burn what’s left of yourself. Vivienne’s hands trembled, but she typed anyway. VIVIENNE: I’ve already been burned. You just didn’t notice. A few seconds passed. Then: SIMON: You really don’t understand how exposed you still are. Her chest tightened. VIVIENNE: Try me.

"We're closer than we let on, huh? Then why don't you tell everyone who I really am, Mr. Jensen?" Angela quickly grabbed his arm. "Simon, calm down. Think about the bigger picture. If any scandal breaks out right now, Westwind, the designer, definitely won't work with us for next season's show." Ethan let out a cold laugh. "You can forget about working with Westwind ever again." Simon bared his teeth. "I had no idea Westwind was your obedient lapdog, Mr. Rivers. Do they just roll over whenever you tell them to?" I caught Ethan's raised fist before he could swing it. Then, I stepped forward, one measured step at a time, until I was right in front of Simon. I raised my hand and slapped him har

When Brad was still attractive to me. “Hey, bud.” Cooper says to Simon. He's holding the door and let go of it as it closes behind. Simon's eyes catches mine first and then to Cooper's. He holds mine again for a few seconds. Jealousy. I wish it is jealousy. I hope he's dying inside. “Uh... Have...h-have you seen, Jenny?” He asks. I don't know if he's asking me or Simon because his are on the pool this time. Jenny. It's Jenny he's look for. The prettier girl.

Patterson snags two of them and passes me one. "There you are, and I see you've brought this stunning beauty with you," Simon says, walking over and taking my hand. Patterson immediately takes my hand out of his, and I laugh as Simon pretends to be offended. Simon introduces me to his husband, and I laugh when Dean gets just as protective with Simon as Patterson is with me.

Simon looked at Justin with determination. "Justin, do you know what I envy most about you?" "You envy me?" Justin was stunned. "Why? You have so much more than I do..." Simon shook his head. "You have Anne." Justin suddenly felt that he was clumsy in speech! "Justin." Simon frowned and begged Justin in a soft voice. "A man will fight for a woman with scant regard for his own safety once in his life! I left her behind once! That time, I watched her disappear into the sea of fire!"

She shut her eyes and took her shower. If only she had money, she would never have to worry about anything. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── SIMON Whenever Simon said he was going to do something, he always delivered. He was a man of his word. It was one of the reasons why he was who he was today. If he made a decision, nobody could stop him. Not until her. Zoey. Simon had long made up his mind to not listen to any of her recordings at ‘Compagnon Incognito’ because he was trying to be as transparent as possible and he didn’t want to snoop behind anyone’s back to get information, but how could he not want the recordings?

Most of the time, she dumps them in my bag. "Stop sounding like a gossipy girl," I admonish Simon, unable to fight the urge to push his hair back. He has this long wavy black hair with a heavy front wave that keeps falling forward. As expected, he swats my hand away. He pushes his specs up the bridge of his nose. "Well?" He prompts. I thought I just told him to stop being girly gossipy... "She's tutoring Jude," Jen supplies, seemingly over her annoyance. "Don't let that hot piece just slide by," Simon advises, winking.