Simon Cowell Young Novels & Stories

“But here’s the real twist, Stella. Simon isn’t just a member. He founded this Society… to find the perfect girl to share with the family.” My eyes widened in horror and dark arousal. As they left me to “rest,” the door opened once more. Simon stepped in — my devastatingly handsome stepbrother — already unbuttoning his shirt, gray eyes locked on my cum-soaked, naked body. “Hello, little sister,” he said with a wicked smile. “Ready for your final private rehearsal before the world sees what a perfect Society whore you’ve become?” He dropped his pants, revealing his familiar thick cock — rock hard and leaking for me.

Simeon didn't look happy saying this which was a little pissing off. Newton is Simeon's last child and son, who is barely a year old. “What is wrong in being a wolf Simeon? You need to give Sharon some slack,” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. “I know that now, I was scared he might harm us when he gets older, I freaked out and…” he broke down, leaving me hanging. “What the fuck did you do asshole? You make things easy to ruin,” I yelled, folding my hands in my bare chest as we stood.

Ryder glared at Simon, the unmistakable challenge blazing in his eyes as Simon smirked, as if he'd already won. Roderick, noticing the tension, quickly jumped in. “I think we can all agree that their children are their own business, Simon." “Agreed,” Liz added, her tone firm as she glared at Simon across the table. "She's only eighteen, Simon. Give it a rest," Helen stated, shooting Simon a scathing look. "Right. Eighteen and likely quite capable of bearing children..." Simon responded nonchalantly, digging into his chocolate volcano cake as if we were simply discussing something as boring and bland as the weather.

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

"Not yet. So, we're not married yet. But I hope that will change soon,' he smiled contentedly and kissed Jill on the cheek. The camera clicked and Jill almost had a nervous breakdown. "Will you tell us what you do for a living?" the journalist persisted. “I'm an entrepreneur who owns an investment firm called the Gardner Corporation. So if you ever need a hot tip, don't hesitate to call me. Don't despair – ask Gardner!” Simon laughed out loud, as if he had made a good joke and Jill could have strangled him. It was high time to end this interview before it got even more embarrassing.

“So, this is the girl you were telling me about, huh?” “Yeah,” Calvin admitted, the faint tension in his jaw betraying the restraint he tried to maintain. “Sweet,” Simon said, his smirk widening, eyes glinting with amusement. “What do you mean, ‘sweet’?” Calvin asked, narrowing his eyes, wary yet curious. Simon leaned casually against the glass railing, letting the night breeze tousle his hair. “You were worried she might be a minor,” he said, voice smooth, teasing, “but damn she’s beautiful. Now I understand why you’re completely head over heels for her.”

“Try licking his ear.” I swivel my head further to give Simon a disgusted look. He’s on the bleacher behind us three, nose in phone. “What?” “Like this,” he says, poking out his tongue and making a sweeping motion. “Trust me, it works.” “You’re so gross, can’t your million fan girls see that?” His eyes finally lift to me. He winks. “You think they see anything past this face?” I huff and turn back. Life would certainly be easier if Simon hadn’t picked some degree of cockiness along the way.

, I told him as I continued back to my table. “Yeah, yeah! You’re Kev’s little girl, Kevin Williams”, he says. I looked up at him again and said, “oh yes, we met on my birthday. Funny we should keep running into each other in restaurants”. “Well, I don’t know how to cook but I’m a very wealthy man. So how is your business entrepreneurship coming along?”, he asks. “It’s still in development”, I shrug. “Well, I hope you consider my offer to invest in you when you’re ready”, he says with a smile. “I’m Simon Richards, I didn’t catch your name”.

I mean most guys his age are still fucking around with girls with no sense of responsibility not to talk of the fact that a twenty-three-year-old billionaire isn’t something you come by often. “You must be in college.” And once again Simon’s attention was back on me or rather his dinner plate ‘cause the man had chosen not to spare me a glance. He probably thought I wasn’t worth looking at by the likes of him and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. “What’s your major?” My heart dropped at the same time I dropped the cutlery I was using to play around with my food. I let my hand sit on my thighs as I twiddled my thumbs nervously.

’ Zayn had heard of Simon’s name before, who’s a highly respected person who has designed many wealthy people’s houses for them and is also highly sought after. “You really do know your stuff despite your young age, Mr. Larson. If I’m not mistaken, you’re born in the year 1992, so that would make you 28 this year, correct?” asked Seth before he continued to exclaim, “Although you’re only 28, you’ve already achieved this level of success and are so knowledgeable. Not only have you been able to consistently build up your company to greater heights, you’re even knowledgeable in architecture. It actually wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that you’re the most talented man I’ve ever met, Mr. Lars