Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

Gavin shot back his drink and flipped Piercy off as he tossed his head back and laughed. “Black.” Tossing the card over, I took a long breath before looking around. “Simon, show the group that tattoo you got when I was there that summer.” “Fuck that.” He shot back his drink as Stacy died laughing. “It’s a-” “NO!” Simon covered her mouth with his hand. “BUTTERFLY!” I finished, as he looked at me. Instantly, I got up and ran over to Piercy and sat down on his lap. “You can’t touch me here.”

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

For a moment a blurry image flashed through his memory. The silhouette of a little girl standing in front of a moss-covered grave. Simon frowned, raised his hand to his head, and collapsed. It was this pain again, every time I was with her. "This is Simon, your husband. My daughter's happy day couldn't come, so I brought him here today to debut. Look at him, isn't he very handsome? "

She flashed a playful smile, her eyes flirting shamelessly. Simon returned the smile, his charm hiding his true intentions. "I've heard many stories of the beauty of the Silver Moon Pack. I had to see for myself if the tales were true." Jasmin's interest was piqued. "Well, it's nice to know we're famous," she teased. "But who might you be, handsome?" Simon introduced himself as a business man, traveler, and photographer. He had to keep his true identity hidden from prying eyes. His contact lenses, the human disguise, was his first line of defense in the supernatural world.

Simon snickers, "That just because there's that in the room, I can't hear what you're saying. That I can't come in here and finish the job?" Alex looks back at me again, "What is he talking about?" "Hell," Simon laughs, "It's in the middle of the room! As long as I don't step on that red circle I am free to do anything I like." "You know," I smirk, "Before you say that, you may just want to look up." Simon slowly raises his head and glares at the ceiling. "Oh dear," Simon mutters, "It appears I am stuck." His eyes flash black and I quickly lunge forward, stabbing the syringe into Simon's chest. He lets out a haunting scream and falls to the floor.

"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.

Simon glared haughtily at Esther. “I’m in the geomancy market’s Empire Hall, Silas…” he began. “Someone named Esther John is trying to trick my money out of me. I need your help. You…” “Hello? Hello?” “What did you say, Uncle? The signal’s getting weak…” Beep, beep, beep! The call ended right after. Simon froze. He dialed the number a few more times, but the busy tone would always play. Without Silas’s help, he had no idea how to deal with the situation.

Luna whispered in Simon’s ear. “Don’t cry. I’m still breathing...” Simon whispered. “Simon!” Luna said with disbelief. “You are alive! You are alive! ” Simon did not answer. He just closed his eyes. ------- As Simon opened his eyes, he saw the white ceiling, with light coming from there. ‘Am I dead? Am I dead?’ Simon thought.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.