Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

Simon was there, but now he was alone. Simon was waiting for me with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He smiled, a smile that was anything but professional but full of ulterior motives. “Two surprises in one night,” he commented, his tone amused. “You must have run into your cousin at the entrance. What’s her name again?” “Maia…” I replied, nodding toward the door. “She was spying. Probably sent by Aaron.” Simon merely shrugged, unsurprised. “I figured. I just didn’t expect your visit. I think you arrived at the right time.”

A part of me said something definitely happened between them, while the other said they were both telling the truth, but I chose to confirm it myself, I was not going to let them fool me if something did happen then, I don't know what I would do with myself. Simon! Yes, that's it, I screamed in excitement as my eyes shot wide open. Simon was a computer guru who always wore recommended glasses to school when we were in college, he studied ethical hacking and computer operations. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contact list hoping I still have his number. My lips stretched to a smile when I found the number and called it, he picked on the first ring.

The police had acted quickly, arriving just in time to save her. From what Hannah had heard, Simon had a compulsive personality. His pattern was always the same—he would disguise himself as someone close to his target, gain their sympathy, and then eventually assault them. A chill ran down Hannah's spine. She couldn't believe a monster lurked behind Simon's innocent, polite facade. Ashton soon returned with a tray of tea and some snacks. He placed it on the bedside table and sat down beside her. "Come on, eat and drink so you can recover faster," Ashton urged.

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

take the marking process." Ciel froze at that time. Was what he heard right? "What did you say?" He asked to make sure he heard. Simon just gave him a sweet smile and said. "No. You're thinking so deeply that you didn't hear my sweet words." He stared at it. "Go home now." Simon walked out the door laughing. While Ciel watched Simon. He looked freaking hot. He could not believe that a handsome man like Simon de Raizel would kiss him and do what he had done to him before. Is it the end of the world now that destiny is playing us like this? He took a deep breath then closed the door of the house and locked it then he hurriedly went up the stairs to his room. He needed to take a bath and c

Simon said standing and gently taking my hand. "Vampires aren't real. I don't know what happened to you the last two years, but now that your home we can get you the help you need" Simon told me nicely as he pet my hand like he would an injured puppy. Is he trying to call me crazy? Of course he is! It's Simon! I pulled my hand back . "Sy I'm not crazy" I said a little offended by his assessment of my sanity. The expression on his face was enough to know he didn't believe me.

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

After a few more moments of talking Simon realized I was not paying attention to him at all, “Hey man. What’s wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost.” I slowly looked at my best friend and if I liked it or not, he deserved an explanation, “No. not a ghost. But I just realized we both the same club where Mandy works.” His eyes grew in size again and he uttered just one word, “Fuck!” and I could not agree more with him.

ASHLEY The horror that gripped me was so strong that it pushed me down to the ground. I didn't stop screaming and the shock didn't disappear either as I stared at the ghostly body covered in blood. “Help! Help! Ahh!" I screamed, unable to get up or run away. "Simon!” I screamed and burst into tears. Real tears. They killed him before I could reach him. They took his life when they realized that he didn't want to be part of their game anymore. How could they be so evil? How?”

Just as the video glitched into green-and-black static on the final frame, my eyes caught a detail near the corner of the alleyway. Standing beside a dark sedan parked three blocks away from the chaos was a tall, solitary figure. The angle was too dark and distorted to catch a clear face, but the silhouette was distinct: a man standing perfectly still, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, holding a cigarette in his other hand. I zoomed in as far as the damaged pixels would allow, staring intently at the outline. I knew that posture. I knew that calm, calculating stance. Simon. My pulse spiked, a dark, heavy confusion wrapping around my chest. What the hell was Simon doing near the area in