Simon And Talia Novels & Stories

Goodnight, Si. Everything goes black as Tala takes over.

Talia whispered, her hand coming up to rest on his silk tie. "Now," Sterling said, his grip tightening on her neck, "you find out if you're a partner or just a plaything. Strip. I want to see exactly what I'm investing in." Talia didn't hesitate. She reached for the zipper at her side, letting the silk gown fall in a shimmering pool at her feet. She stood naked in the starlight, her body still bearing the faint, fading shadows of Vivienne's crop. Sterling's gaze traveled over her, lingering on the dark, heavy tits and the wetness already glistening between her thighs.

No outsiders were allowed. So why had she been there? Was Solon actually taking her seriously as a potential mate? No. No, that was absurd. Talia was an omega, a nobody. Maybe it was all a coincidence. Her best friend was Della. Maybe the Princess requested something from the library and Talia was just carrying out the request like a servant. That had to be it. Still, that meant Talia had been alone with Nolan all night. I didn’t like the thought of that either.

It took a few seconds for me to realize she had already said the word I had been waiting for. “Wait, you mean Micah?” I asked in disbelief. She nodded her head in positivity and my eyes almost dropped off their sockets. “What?” I screamed. “I am sorry but what? Micah?” As far as I was concerned they were both going to end up having an open relationship because the Talia I knew would never be satisfied with the sort of cock length Micah had. She would never be satisfied with that thing! “Have you had sex with him? How did you both even feel the connection? How did it even happen?” I asked still not able to believe that Talia got a second mate and of all the men in town, she was mated to Micah

“I know. I will personally kill whoever that spy is.” Talia, who remained silent all this time, teleported right in front of the moaning and twitching man. Her eyes flickered with raw hatred for a minuscule moment before she regained her unperturbed calmness. She addressed Alpha Alexander and Alpha Dylan. “I am sorry to disappoint you, alphas, but Merlin is my prey.” ‘Finally, the debt of two lifetimes would be settled right at this moment,’ Diana thought.

If either one got too far ahead, she barked them back with equal irritation. “You’re a matched set now,” Talia whispered one night, not even pretending to hide her grin. “Rhea’s not going to let one of you get killed and ruin the symmetry.” “We are not a matched set,” Rin retorted. Talia looked between them—Rin glaring, Kael raising one brow at the conversation he was definitely hearing and pretending he wasn’t. “Sure,” Talia said. “And I’m not nosy.” ---

“How’s your little one doing? Still painting the walls?” Lila laughed, shaking her head. “More like painting the ceilings now. She’s unstoppable. I think Jamie’s starting to feel the heat.” “Well, competition’s good,” Raven said, straightening up. “Tell her to aim for the Sistine Chapel next. She’ll have tourists lining up in no time.” The exchange was easy, familiar. It was a routine that anchored him. But as Raven took his coffee and settled by the window, the weight of the quiet moments began to press in.

Add in the stereotype for neurosurgeons and it wasn’t difficult. “So, Miss Single, how long do you plan on remaining celibate?” Talia asked suddenly. She had a knowing, smug smile. “Until I feel like it,” she huffed, speeding up the machine. “I’ll know when it’s time for a change.” Talia laughed derisively. Like she knew something Irene didn’t. Like she knew Irene didn’t stand a chance and that Brenden was going to ruin all her plans. Talia laughed and Irene hated the sound of it.

” “Yes, he did, but I knew better than to give him an answer.” “I don’t know why you used training as a reason. I mean HELLO Seleste, Mr. Simms is a member of the Elite 12! Of course, he knows when you got out of training.” “I know Talia. It was the only thing I could come up with on short notice. Where are Mona and Rose today? They usually meet us after first period.” “You are right. They should have been here by now. Let me text them.” Talia said. We continued walking down the hall to our next class. Another typical day of senior high school.