Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

"How is it possible that you can drink? Thought you said you're a ghost?" He scoffs at her. "Thought I said...," he pauses and takes a peek at his body before turning back to her. "Isn't that my body laying lifeless down there?" "Hmm, how is it possible then that you can drink?" "Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations."

He'll get me before I even try to run. Pink kept watching the river, deep in thought. A distraction? Should I just distract him? Yes, she thought. Slowly she turned to face Simon, a horrific look crept up her face at once. "Simon, look," she pointed at the car looking like she was seeing a ghost. Simon hesitated a bit before looking at the imaginery thing she was pointing at. When he didn't see anything, he turned back to ask her what the matter was but didn't find her there again. He immediately became alarmed.

A long silver blade sticking out the back of her head with flames pouring out of it 'The artifact!' Cinnabar howled in approval. Excitement filled us as we wondered if it was Eloise who had managed to escape and take down the witch somehow. Deathly pale skin and white locks greeted us as Simon emerged from the shadows looking around on high alert. He was in a tattered pair of jeans and a shirt that was soaked in blood, along with his arms.

"Save this party from itself." I bumped fists with Simon on the way by. He'd done as he was told, dressed in black, down to what looked like polished dress shoes. The whole getup, combined with his dark hair, pale skin and black-rimmed glasses made him look like an anemic baby vampire with no taste in clothing. "Hey, Syd." His nose wiggled his glasses back up into place.

he said in a very low tone as if someone was going to read through his thoughts, and if I wasn't paying him my full attention I would probably have missed what he said. “Ok trapped by who?" I asked while looking around to listen to anywhere I could get some sort of sound from. “Some stupid rogues,” “Where are you?” “close to the human territory on the east side,” he said. I can't believe Simeon would go there this late in the night. Did I mention that Simeon is already eighteen years old and has a mate? A human mate, actually a married human mate. Simeon was broken when he found

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

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.

Simon adds, pushing off the marble pillar with a dangerous, gliding stride. He steps into our circle, closing the physical distance with casual grace. His fingers brush against my shoulder, lingering just long enough to trace the line of my collarbone through the fabric of my jacket. His blue eyes flash with a mixture of playful mischief and fierce, protective possessiveness. "Don't listen to him, Eve," Simon murmurs, leaning down just enough for his breath to brush against my ear, sending a delicious, familiar shiver down my spine. "Ashford gets all the dramatic monologues, but I'm the one who memorized every single shortcut through these catacombs just so I could sneak into your quarters a

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

Simon was well aware of Uncle Viggo's animosity toward him, and the only reason he hadn't already killed him was because he had a strong wolf by his side at all times to protect him. Devil had instructed Simon to track down Scarlett. There was no way for him to find her quickly since she hadn't yet developed a smell. However, he recently discovered the school she attended thanks to Mace. When he finally did see her, he carefully observed every move she made, which led him to the party she ultimately attended. Simon doesn't have any special feelings for her, unlike Devil. Since his wolf was inside of him, he was able to feel everything the wolf felt.