Simon Blackquill Novels & Stories

"Dante said eight. That's eight. We're good." "We're not good," Simon muttered, already pulling out his equipment. His fingers were moving over the small handheld device he used for everything — scanning frequencies, monitoring channels, patching into surveillance feeds. He was the quietest one of the group, which made it stranger when he spoke up. "There's chatter I don't like." "What kind of chatter?" Dante asked. "Encrypted, short-burst. Could be nothing." Simon didn't look up from the screen. "Could be a second sweep team. I want to go around the east block and check."

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

No one saw the marking coming. Simon visibly pales when he spots my black-clothed, dark-mooded man boring a hole in his skull with laser focus. Kaelin’s eyes glow hard, and I catch the irritated tapping of his hand on the table and the slight hint of a claw or two appearing. He’s struggling to keep his cool.

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?

What Ray really wanted to know was how Mary compared to Lucas. If she were only on Lucas's level, he could crush that faction outright without any hesitation. Channing glanced at Ray. Seeing that his expression remained calm and unreadable, Channing felt a flicker of disappointment. He had hoped to see some tension on Ray's face—if Ray grew uneasy, it would be much harder for him to refuse the proposal that was coming next. Still, he had to test the waters first. "Ray, let me introduce this man to you." Channing pointed at Simon. "His name is Simon. Like us, he's an ability user. His power is… communicating with satellites and reading all server data, bypassing any firewall."

If he can’t make Jewel to spill the beans, Simon will. If eyes can kill, Larry’s already dead. After giving the brown envelop to Simon he takes out all the pictures inside. It was the same picture that was used to blackmail him. “How did you get this?” Simon snarl. “Your friend Michael gave it to me, My people happen to see him the other day.” “Here?” Simon was confused. On the last report he fly back to Australia. “Right, he was able sneak behind your back.” “Are you planning to use these pictures to blackmail me?” Simon smirk. “Huh… you’re underestimating me.”

"In my line of work, being prepared is essential." Drake's mind raced as he tried to piece together the puzzle. Simon's quiet demeanor, his hidden mansion, and now this extensive collection of weaponry—it was clear that there was much more to Simon than met the eye. "What kind of work are you involved in?" Drake ventured to ask, his curiosity getting the best of him. Simon's gaze held a sense of gravity as he met Drake's eyes. "Let's just say that I'm connected to a world that operates in the shadows," he replied, his tone measured. "A world where power, influence, and wealth often come at a high price."

"You be the judge here. I'm pouring my heart out and getting nothing in return!" At some point, Gideon had quietly walked up behind Simon. He pressed a finger against the back of his neck and gave a gentle shove forward. Simon stumbled a step mid-gloat and whipped around, looking annoyed. "What the hell? A sneak attack?" Gideon looked at him calmly. "You coming down with something today?" Simon looked disgruntled. "I'm perfectly fine." Gideon knew exactly what was up. "Then talk normally." Phoebe chimed in gently from the side, "Mr. Blackwood has had about enough."

The same one I visited with Zara before. Why did I just think about that? I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. The CEO of Crest Holdings, Ade Simon is already seated by the time we are shown to our reserved table. He rises as we near and stretches his hand for a handshake. " Mr. Marcello, Mr. Black ,good to see you again” " Likewise, Mr. Simon.”