Simon Blackquill Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

We are not truly legal, so we do our best to stay under the radar, and this is where Jake Hamilton comes in. On the way to my office, yes, I am the owner of The Summit Club too. Now on my way, I get a message from Mr. Arrogant himself. "Can you still feel it?" "Feel what?" "My tongue in your mouth." "I had to gargle hand cleaner to get your taste out of my mouth." "I am waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For you to call." "Prepare yourself to wait very long." Before I go into my office, I prepare myself. Simon’s is no longer than a toothpick. He is overweight, and the only good thing about him is that he lasts no longer than four minutes.

Simon was holding his breath when Lilian stood in front of him. Pulling an all casual expression, she voiced out, "What's with your look? Aren't you happy marrying the love of your life?" Lilian gave Evana a smiling look and then again turned to Simon. Shane got there and stood beside Lilian. For some reason, Simon looked somewhat familiar but he wasn't sure where he saw him. "You?" Gulping hard, Simon spoke up, "Sir, I am Simon Caldwell, a project manager of your company."

I run a mental hand down his black fur, assuring him that I’d never do it. “How do you know this,” Roger asks, sharp but curious. “I’ve never heard of this practice.” “Um…” Simon says, looking down at the table for a moment, perhaps a little embarrassed. “My mother…lives in one of these communities. I was born there.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. I hired Simon three years ago, selected him for his intelligence as well as his hard work and potential. We did a thorough background check on him and while I knew he came from a remote region, I was unaware of his unique connections to a priestess of the Goddess. I make a mental note to have a further discussion with him, both about his backgroun

“What?” “When I was with the rogues…” Simon cringed, the memory of what he went through stinging him. “I overheard a conversation.” “What kind of conversation?” Asher pressed, leaning forward a little bit, his voice falling to just over a whisper. “I…” Simon took an unsteady breath in, and every second that passed made Asher sweat more. “I heard them talking about the attack at Blackmoon.” Asher’s heart leapt to his throat. “Yeah?”

Becky might be friendly on the outside, but deep inside, Maya wasn’t sure if she could trust her either. ~~~ Inside his house, Simon placed his phone down slowly after ending the call. A cold smile spread across his face as he leaned back on the chair. His face was dark with evil thoughts as he muttered to himself, “Finally… finally the right opportunity has shown itself.” He stood up and walked around the room, thinking deeply, then let out a soft laugh. “That anniversary party…” he whispered. “Everyone important will be there. Steve will be there… Gabby, too.”

"Reverand, I need your help…" Simon spoke on the phone for quite a long time and in forty minutes, a light-skinned man dressed in a long white cassock came in and found him alone sitting on the chair conversing with Queen as if he was crazy. He didn't see him come in. The reverend stood behind him and listened to his monologue and was baffled, "What kind of faith is his! Surely the good Lord will not abandon him!" He meditated and tapped on him, "Son!" Simon jolted,

She twisted the cap off the milk, the plastic crack loud in the quiet room. Before he could answer, his phone buzzed against the table, rattling the wood. Damon glanced at the screen. His expression shifted—playfulness draining, jaw tightening. He answered immediately. “What’s going on?” Static. Then Simon’s voice burst through, thin and frantic. “They’re here!!” Damon straightened. “What? I was really beginning to think it was bullshit.” “They’re dressed in black—faces covered. They’re armed, man.” Damon’s fingers curled around the phone. “They have guns?”

Simon announces holding the power control under his thumb grinning from ear to ear. Fuck! He had this planned.

"What do you want? Why are you blocking me?" Simon asked in a panic, then shouted toward the guard booth, "Security! Security!" There were clearly people inside, but no matter how loudly he yelled, no one came out or even looked his way. Simon was overwhelmed with despair. He turned to run, but the men in black quickly grabbed him. "What are you doing?" He struggled desperately. Just then, the door of the black car parked nearby opened, and Summer stepped out.