Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

"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." She raises her brows at him. "Yes, I can't sleep. And can't bath. I can't also change out of these clothes." "Hmm, that's pathetic. I know we will soon get a solution. But how we gonna do it is what I don't know. I wish my Queen and King were back from their journey." Giovanni walks back to the sofa and crouches without saying anything. "We ain't done with our first conversation by the way. What do you mean by I'm not your kinda female?"

He found that weird so he turned to look at Simon. And there, Simon was staring at him like he saw a ghost. "Are you alright? Look I know you consider Celia your younger sister but I still need to find this out. So please, I need the result even tonight," before the king's birthday, he said while touching Simon's rigid body. He left Simon and entered his bathroom to shower. He failed to see the real look behind that ghosted look on Simon's face or perhaps he just pretended he didn't see anything or interpreted the look wrongly.

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

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

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.

He held it out to me, but I hesitated in grabbing it. "What is it?" I suspiciously asked. "It's a potion for disguises," Simon said, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Just trust me." I didn't trust him, though. I didn't trust anyone. Realizing that I wasn't going to take it willingly, he suddenly tackled me to the floor and pinned my arms down with his knees. I watched in horror as he took the stopper out of the vial and poured the contents into my mouth.

He's probably gone to his room to do God knows what with Simon. Is it even worth tracking him down and risk traumatising myself for life if I catch them in the act? I’m not against them but sometimes Stan was something dominant and I don’t want to know it. And Simon was something you can call a freak. Best Duo. Simon managed the cartel around the world specially the Virus met and he knew his deal so much. And he has a lot of ways to ‘negotiate’. I don't even fuckin' scare easily but Simon's a goddamn freak when it comes to that shit.

——— Simon sat on the couch, staring at the screen of his phone, his jaw clenched tight, waiting for the location Elena had sent to pop up on the map. He had left the Gala thirty minutes ago, telling Nina that he had some business to attend to. Of course, she had protested, but Simon didn’t waste any second. Mostly because he wasn’t exactly lying. He did have a business to attend to, and that business was currently on his knees, held by two of his men, bloody and bruised. Simon tossed his phone to the couch and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed his eyes on none other than Richard kneeling in front of him, his lips curled into a smirk.