Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

"It was that bitch Nica who snitched on me." She continued, "She was the only one I told about the hunt on Morticia. She must have told Vincent, her crush. That bitch, I want her dead." "I can’t kill anyone, not with Void's order," Simon muttered, hating that he remained a puppet to a man he had never seen. "Who the hell is Void?" "I don't really know. I became a puppet to him the day our parents died in that train crash. He gave me the only path to survive, with you."

He offered me a present, and a future to build, without looking back. Sometimes, at night, I still wake up. The memory of a cold shadow in the hollow of my ribs. Parquet against my back. A dark gaze that reflected me as a piece of darkness. Sometimes, it's Clara's face that surfaces, and shame, though dull now, swells for an instant like a distant tide. But these are no longer demons. They are ghosts. And ghosts, Simon taught me, are not fought. You learn to live with their silent presence. You let them wander the corridors of the past, while you close the door of the present room.

“He said he never imagined he would love me this much. That the hatred he feels for the humiliation I caused him only compares to this obsession he calls love. He said he looks at Maia and sees a ghost, but he sees me in everything.” A long silence followed. Simon placed the glass on the coffee table with excessive care—a clear sign he was controlling the fury simmering beneath the surface. He let out a short, joyless laugh. “Well,” he said, turning to me with an intense gaze, “it seems even monsters have eyes, Amy.” Even the most abject beings can’t resist you. Who could blame him for that?”

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Then I get exactly what this is. Simon seems to fall apart right in front of me. He lets out a bloodcurdling wail, rakes his hair above his ears with raspy fingers, and starts clawing at his head and face as his eyes go bloodshot over and all of his skin turns deathly pale. As though trying to peel off a mask or an invisible head covering. Jerking around in a circle and stumbling backward away from thin air. He slaps out at nothing, grabs his head again, and presses palms over his ears. Shaking and stumbling like he’s battling something we can’t see. Something horrifying.

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

But when Simon saw his picture, he froze for a bit as colour drained from his face. Layla noticed this and nudged him as Simon leaped from where he was seated. "Hey...is everything alright? You look like you have seen a ghost." Simon shook his head and bit his lips. Layla thought he didn't want to answer her because he assumed she was Claudia and she would use it and tease him in the future.

This was the first time since he started working for Freddy, he had no clue what Littleman would do. “I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible anymore Simon King, the man you failed to assassinate his a ghost, that’s what we call him; he knows how to vanish from the face of the earth. You blew our only chance Simon King, what shall we do?” Littleman stood up from his chair strolling towards where Simon was standing, puffing out smoke all over the room. Simon heart beat started to increase little by little, it was now he realized that he really fucked up, the money he was paid. He had used it all.

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