Simon Blackquill Romane & Geschichten

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“Shouldn’t this order come through officially? I don’t understand what some thug getting shot would have to do with—” “Simmons,” Jack interrupts with a falsely pleasant tone. “I dare you, I absolutely dare you, to call the Black attempted homicide victim currently in surgery, fighting for his life, a ‘thug’ one more time. I really do dare you, Simmons.” Simmons’s face turns a sort of mottled purple, and he practically spits when he says, “Are you trying to call me some kind of racist, sir?”

His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattooed veins along his forearms. God. Why was that so attractive? The office itself was dark and masculine. Black shelves lined with books. Whiskey bottles glinting beneath warm lighting. Simon turned suddenly and I held my breath. His eyes landed directly on me and sharpened immediately. The silence stretched for one dangerous second before he spoke back into the phone. “I'll call you tomorrow.” Then he ended the call. I stepped backward instinctively . “Sorry, I was just looking for the kitchen.” Simon studied me silently. His gaze traveled slowly downward. Bare legs, tiny shorts, barefoot. The look in his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.

Blacks and greys tend to be my go-to, probably because they reflect my mental state. Sanguidaes are seated all around the room keeping to their own devices, or at least they were until some jackass decided to throw one of the armchairs through one of the double glass doors. Amber is trying to calm Simon down, but he doesn’t seem to want to calm down. His blood-red irises are burning bright, and his razor-sharp teeth are on full display, the white of them practically glistening against his dark olive skin. His short curly black hair looks frazzled like he’s been yanking at it and his sharp, stubbled square jaw is ticking with tension.

Instead of feeling discouraged, the guy grabbed his whiskey and approached me. “Hi,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Simon.” I stared at his hand and then looked at him straight in the eye. “And I could afford to pay for my own drink. And even if I couldn’t, I’m pretty sure the guy I came here with could.” He looked surprised by my response, but instead of apologizing, he retracted his hand and chuckled. “It’s okay, you do not need any introductions after your show with Blaze Maguire. You’re pretty good. I’m very impressed.”

Simon walked over to him with a smile and said, “A year has passed since we last met.” “Yes…” James sighed. “Goodness me…” Simon said, “You weren’t that strong when we were at the Mount Thunder Sect. Now, you’re already one of the most powerful individuals in the world. You even deceived us all at King Quavon’s Mausoleum. By the way, have you eaten the Novenary Golden Pill you obtained from the mausoleum?” Simon looked at James in anticipation. He came here precisely for the Novenary Golden Pill, hoping that James would offer him one as gratitude for his past deeds.

She was up at the circular bar chatting with bartender, with Kayden close behind her, his thumbs hooked into the tiny pockets of leather shorts, when the man appeared beside them. “I’m Simon,” he said, once Nina finally acknowledged his presence. “And you – you need no introduction.” His green eyes glinted and a lurid smile crept up one side of his face. “Oh, you’re a fan, huh?” Her tone hinted at condescension. Simon shrugged, still paying no mind to Kayden. “I liked what I saw.” “If you’re hoping for a private show, you’re outta luck. It’s my night off. Just here to enjoy.”

Axel growled. Simon couldn't help but let out a chilling laughter. Only if that bitch was in his hold. "Go ahead, kill my brother but then be ready to receive your so-called wife's head." Simon barked and then he squeezed that woman's cheeks making her whimper in pain. Simon muffled it so Axel would think it was Evelyn. Just like that Simon cut the call, shoving his phone into his pocket he plunged in his canines at the same spot and sucked that Lady dry. He let her dead body fall on the ground.

asked Angel. She could not talk! Simon felt very anxious deep down out of a sudden. He was not this anxious even when Aunty Catherine came and wanted him to return the property to her. Did something happen Monique? “I will come over now. Wait for me. How do I find you when I arrive?” Simon agreed immediately then asked. “Wait for me at the side door of the Deli Restaurant on the first floor, then call me when you arrive. I will come out as soon as possible when I receive your phone call. I will be playing at the playground close to the restaurant.”