Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

She shut her eyes and took her shower. If only she had money, she would never have to worry about anything. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── SIMON Whenever Simon said he was going to do something, he always delivered. He was a man of his word. It was one of the reasons why he was who he was today. If he made a decision, nobody could stop him. Not until her. Zoey. Simon had long made up his mind to not listen to any of her recordings at ‘Compagnon Incognito’ because he was trying to be as transparent as possible and he didn’t want to snoop behind anyone’s back to get information, but how could he not want the recordings?

I was just here to see Simon. My eyes wondered about, looking for Simon. I hadn’t seen him all evening. Last I saw him, he was at the far exit, struggling to hide his trembling hands. He looked spooked. Like a single touch could shatter him. I’d caught his gaze a few times across the room, but anytime I wanted to go close, something always happened. Either my fathers wants to talk, or he wants to introduce me to people who don't know me. Yet. Then he disappeared.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

He said. I watched with keen eyes as the guests hovered around, talking aimslessly, oblivious of the fact that my heart was in panic. If anyone knew who Zara really was, then this would be much difficult to manage than I anticipated. “Go find her man and stop being a douche.” Simon said before walking away. I had no doubt that he was going to find the next hapless victim, a girl he could use for whatever dirty game he already had planned.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

Dear God. Tommy made a sweeping gesture toward the forbidding Shaw mansion. “Ghosts are at it up there. Lights burning at night, movement in the windows. We . . . have . . . ghosts, I believe.” Richard laughed nervously. “Yeah, that would be the pastor. George Deadmond told me: Simon Julian lives there, pastor from the church. It’s him you’re probably seeing at night.” Truitt had his crooked grin on. “I knew that. I just wanted to”—change the subject—“see if you knew it. So, exactly who is this guy anyway? I’ve heard around town he performs miracles.”

We may be monsters, but we don’t have to fucking act like it. Simon continues to try to wriggle out of my grasp, but he should know all his attempts are futile. He’s just lucky I’m only using a fraction of my strength, and an extremely small fraction at that. I drag him over to the cooler, open the door and grab two of the blood bags. I lift him up forcing him down on the bench top and with a simple flex of my hand, use an invisible force to make his body remain in position. Simon’s fearful eyes look up at me, “What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouts, realising he’s no longer able to move his limbs.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.