Simon And Wilhelm Novels & Stories

I asked him via mind-link. “She’s pretty,” he said simply. “And since when is my love life your business?” “She’s my head witch. I need to know what your intentions are.” Simeon isn’t a playboy in the sense of the word but he has had a vast number of lovers: werewolves, vampires, witches. He doesn’t see species, he sees the soul inside (his words not mine) but none of them really stuck for more than a month. He was attractive and the women, regardless of the species, fell at his feet.

He believes Albert would not betray him, and this fact threw Hadrian’s mind into chaos. ‘Very well.’ Hadrian answered. ‘We’ll discuss this in detail back in Vienna.’ ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ Anton answered and walked back to his horse as Wilhelm walked out of his tent. ‘Shall we set forth, King Wilhelm?’ Hadrian asked, pocketing the list Anton gave him. ‘Yes, I am quite intrigued what the Danish King has to say.’ Wilhelm said. ‘I reckon he’s too old now that he may have forgotten.’ Wilhelm laughed loud as the proceeded to their horses.

He's probably gone to his room to do God knows what with Simon. Is it even worth tracking him down and risk traumatising myself for life if I catch them in the act? I’m not against them but sometimes Stan was something dominant and I don’t want to know it. And Simon was something you can call a freak. Best Duo. Simon managed the cartel around the world specially the Virus met and he knew his deal so much. And he has a lot of ways to ‘negotiate’. I don't even fuckin' scare easily but Simon's a goddamn freak when it comes to that shit.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony with you, Mr. Wilbur. I hope we can collaborate again in the future." "Of course," Wilbur nodded, adding, "I mean if the Holy Illuminati Church offers adequate compensation, I would naturally be willing to work with you again." In reality, Wilbur was uninterested in continuing the conversation with Aisha. He had noticed Symon's eyes glinting with murderous intent, clearly desiring the Light Helmet for himself. To avoid becoming Symon's enemy, Wilbur decided to shift Symon's focus onto Aisha.

No one was eager to help the witch who forced them to make a superhuman effort. “With pleasure. I wanted to offer my help.” Alex replied, quickly moving towards her room. “And this is a shit!” Simon laughed. “Apparently, it is not only Michael who likes the witch. Have you seen him run like a dog on a leash like this, ever?” “They look good together.” Adam said honestly. “Ken and Barbie in denim! They could have a dizzying career on the spread of some stripper magazine or in hard-core porn…” He began to laugh. “Actually, you are right, man.” Simon agreed.

“It’s an IP address from Wilhelm Group.” Annie sneered. “Looks like Duke Wilhelm’s underlings aren’t that talented. Look at how sloppy they are? They actually used the group’s internal connection?!” Melanie then smiled coldly. “Then post this result on the web. Not only must we make the netizens believe that Wilhelm Group planned all this, but we also need to tell the Whites that the ones they should hate are the Wilhelms.” “That’s right. To clear Grace’s reputation, they didn’t mind offering up Jacob’s reputation as a sacrificial lamb. Looks like White Group and the Wilhelms are going to be lifelong enemies from now on!” Annie said excitedly.

But she would be. He would make damn sure of it. Adrian turned, locking eyes with Simon. "You want to tell me what the hell is going on?" he demanded. Simon met his gaze, his expression unreadable. Then, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I think," Simon muttered, "we just declared war on the wrong people." Adrian’s stomach clenched. Sophia’s fingers tightened around his. The night was silent. Too silent. And in that silence, Adrian knew one thing for certain—

However, Wilhelm's sudden acceleration didn't match Gabriel's speed, causing him to stumble forward. Gabriel quickly grabbed the back of Wilhelm's shirt and pulled him upright. "Wil, are you okay?" he asked. Wilhelm, flushed and anxious, replied, "I'm fine, Daddy. Let's hurry, or we won't win!" The more Wilhelm rushed, the harder it became to synchronize their steps. They ended up stuck in place for several moments. Meanwhile, Damon and Mason crossed the finish line, securing first place.

He ran down and seated himself at Helena’s feet again. “Catch my baby with a cloth, Simon,” Helena shouted. “What?” Simon said, shocked. “Geez, Simon. What happened to you? You suddenly became deaf?” Helena said while breathing in and out. “Aaaaahhhh!” Helena screams while she pushes. Helena gripped the seat. Afterward, Simon felt something had landed on his hand from Helena’s v*****. A loud baby’s cry followed. PRESENT TIME It surprised Simon when beer in a can caught his eye. He took it and turned his back.

“You know Simone, right?” “Simon? The name doesn’t ring a bell,” Anthony shook his head negatively, a little bit of a frown on his face. “Is he a competitor or a partner? Have I met him?” “Yes, you’ve met her. Simone as in my stepsiter,” the smirk was back on William’s face. “Oh? OH?! Are you telling me you’re going after her at long last?” Anthony then asked. William nodded, his smirk broadening. “I pray to the gods she changes this steely heart of yours, and makes you more human,” Anthony let out jokingly. “I see she’s already doing her magic.”