Simon And Wilhelm Novels & Stories

Simon barked at his men as they all scurried out along with the two brothers. Amos slowly sat down on the floor near the coffin as tears burned his vision. His son was killed and he couldn't do anything. He'd make sure to give those f*ckers a painful death and takes his son's revenge. He'd finish the whole race of werewolves once and for all. Simon stopped the car with a screeching sound outside the building as he alighted his car with his men and dashed inside the building. Axel and his little bitch were in hiding but the scapegoat still lives in this building. And if Simon could get a hold of that Joshua guy Evelyn would come running to him.

Simon replied, standing up abruptly, grabbing his suit, and heading straight for the door. As he opened the door, just at the entrance was Steve Harold, Sophia's husband, with a broad smile on his face. "Hey, you look like you are in a hurry," Steve said, seeing the same expression on William's face, who was right behind Simon. "I am. When did you get back?" Simon asked, walking past him. "Hello, William," Steve said, waving at him. "Hello Steve, it's good to see you." William replied with a smile.

Even with his so called friends, they never understand the true him "Fiancee, huh? Just the thought of it makes me want to vomit hard enough. Don't ever compare me to that stupid good-for-nothing sister that I have.She’sbasically being overly obsessive with that Maxwell's son - Damon" Wilhelm whispered through the room while tears continue to stream down his face

“I do hate the city. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a party when I’m invited to one.” Richard couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Simon Walsh had always been an arrogant bastard. Despite the fact that they were both successful businessmen, Simon always seemed to have everything Richard didn’t. He was more famous, more popular, and more beloved by the investors. He was the man who everyone wanted to be associated with, and Richard couldn’t stand him for it.

I nod, no idea who the person speaking to me is, and start towards the gates, where someone in a suit is speaking to a few of the other guards. The stocky man turns to us once we approach, dressed in a suit with too many ruffles. I wonder if he dressed up at this hour of the night to receive us. “Wilhelm!” He greets the older guard with a wide smile “It’s been too long!” “Hugo,” Wilhelm greets back frostily I give a subtle shake of my head. What’s with people around here pretending to be so cold and arrogant to each other? Wilhelm gives me a confused look.

Tila ganoon din ang naramdaman ni Wilhelm, dahil sa sandaling isinara niya ang nakakagulat na maliit na pinto na humahantong mula sa pasilyo patungo sa kanyang mga pribadong silid (bagaman ito ay pinalamutian pa rin ng ginto) at lumingon kay Simon, ang kanyang ngiti ay tumugma sa kay Simon. inaan ng lungsod, dumating ang mga druid. She gradually heard some voices, things happened, and after a while she had vanished. Few minutes then kneeling on the from a hare that was bright yellow. As if she deeply knows she was more than a bit nervous, but that was so understandable, right? a good excuse to act weird at all. She told herself she had excellent reason to be anxious as she fixed her gaze on

Hazel went on to ask, "What do you do for a living?" Simon’s eyes went a bit deeper. "You have brought me here, and you still want to hide your identity from me?" Hazel folded her arms across her chest and looked at him like a smile. Simon put down the cutlery and smiled with a bit of seriousness, "Since you really want to know me, then I will fulfill your wish. I am the king of the dark world." Hazel was drinking water. Hearing what Simon said, she started choking and spit it all over Simon’s food. Chester’s face changed, he quickly removed the food and replaced it with fresh food.

Carl said, but his voice wavered slightly. "I should." Simon's voice dropped lower. "Because if you come near my wife again, if you contact her, if you even think about her, I will make sure you regret it. Do we understand each other?" Carl tried to laugh it off. "Is that a threat?" "It's a promise." The two men stared at each other. Carl tried to hold his ground, but something in Simon's eyes made him look away first. "This isn't over," Carl said, backing toward his car. "I'm going to find out who you really are. And when I do, Victoria will see she made a mistake."

Lord Wilhelm stood up, his finger shaking as he pointed it at Deimon. "Your arrogance will be your ruin! You think you can fight your way out of destiny? The Supreme One is a force of nature that acts like a double edged sword. It's either it repairs, or it cuts. This time it does not want your fortune or your women. It wants your head, in blood and in ruins . If you do not start acting like a leader, I will personally see to your removal from the Ashworth seat." Deimon snapped. He moved so fast the human eye couldn't track it. One moment he was at the end of the table; the next, he was nose-to-nose with Lord Wilhelm. The old wolf froze, reeking of fear.

If he was saying that he would not let her die easily that meant he would make his last effort to make her life hell but didn't permit her to die. He walked out of the room. She saw his back with teary eyes. Simon was the kind of man whose enmity was destruction for his rival. He belonged to a strong political background. As a beloved nephew of a powerful politician, no one dared to entangle with this tyrant and Sia killed his wife. In the Bangalow,