Simon Ghost Riley Face Novels & Stories

Simon lowered his eyes while she said, “Simon, I love you so much. From the moment I set my eyes on you, I have wanted you. I've desired you so much, but you were married to Mel, so I couldn’t tell you how I feel. And now, I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore. You both are divorced, so you’re available.” She kept taking slow, careful steps toward him until Simon finally lifted his head and stared at her as though he was interested in what she was saying. Just as she got closer to him, she felt someone else's presence and turned to her right. She spotted Mel standing there, and her eyes widened in surprise. Mel held her phone in her hand and she was filming Riley, with a sly grin flashing

So I go upstairs to the sundeck and call Simon the chief. "Good morning old friend, how are you doing?" I greeted him after he picked my call. Morning Riley, I'm cool, busy as usual, you know criminals never sleep so yeah....but what can I do for you my friend, hope you did not get robbed or anything?" "Nah not that....although a little girl stole my heart!....but she can keep it!" I smirk and Simon laughs hard. "Riley you never change! So who's the lucky girl?" "Yeah that's some story that goes with an ice cold beer but that's for

Just then, the door suddenly flew open. My mom rushed in like someone had told her I was dead. She grabbed my face, touching everywhere at once. Now, I can’t help imagining if someone had actually told her I died in the accident. “Rachel—oh my God—are you okay?” Simon came in behind her, his expression unreadable. Technically, the man always wore that same expressionless face unless he was using one of those charming smiles like Thane’s, or he deliberately wanted you to know what was running through his head.

"Why is her face so swollen?" When Lily saw that Simon had noticed my face but didn’t react otherwise, she felt relieved and continued to fabricate her story. What she didn’t know was that Simon didn’t recognize me because my face was completely swollen and covered in blood. I had never been in such a pitiful state in the past. The situation was so dire that even Simon, who had known me since childhood, couldn’t immediately recognize me. Simon appeared anxious and stood up. “Alright, I hope this doesn’t happen again. Replace the receptionist and fire the security guards downstairs.”

“Just talk to me casually, okay? Pretend I’m any other person you’ve met. I’m not here as a ‘Gray.’ I just want a normal conversation.” Nick hesitated before nodding. “Alright… Rose.” “That’s better,” she said, smiling in approval. When she turned back toward Simon, she found him staring at her with that unreadable expression of his — half suspicion, half irritation. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, raising a brow.

“This isn’t happening!” Simon was shaking in anger. His eyes shifted black as he glanced down at me. I couldn’t help but laugh at his expense. “Xavier and Grim are probably dead by Luca by now.” Simon looked around before looking back at me. His hand pulled back and slapped me across the face. Blood filled my mouth from the large gap in my lip. “This isn’t over.” Simon’s hand went back to my throat and drug me along with him. “Does this make you feel better?” I spit a wad of blood on the ground.

"Then tell me what you're hiding from me!" The edge on his words slices cleanly through my mind. I keep looking at my feet, and I feel my legs trembling, worried that I'll lose control, that my legs are about to send me tumbling down the stairs, and then ... Clamping my arm over my stomach, I shudder helplessly. Another man's face flashes through my mind—different words, a different time, but all too similar to this. Simon is a ghoul who still haunts me. Every time I think I'm free from him, I realize I'm not.

Lilac’s P.O.V. “You’re talking to him, aren’t you?” Riley’s raspy voice gained both mine and the Whisperer’s attention. His eyes narrowed as he looked down on her, and if I didn’t know any better, I thought I saw hatred flickering in their depths. I raised an eyebrow. “Talking to who?” “The ghost. The spy. Call him whatever you want, I don’t care. It’s him, though. Isn’t it? He’s here watching us, watching me.”

“You’re stuck with me now, Riley. Haunted houses, demons, whatever comes next… I’ll protect you and fuck you through all of it.” Riley smiled, adrenaline still buzzing. “I think I believe in ghosts now… because that was otherworldly.”

Her crimson nails suddenly clamped around my wrist, and the faint scar on her face came close to my eyes. “Do you know how disgusted I feel every time I see Ben staring at you in a daze? I’m clearly the one who looks most like her!” All the blood in my body instantly froze. Under Riley’s wine-red curls, her side profile indeed overlapped with the photo of Mandy on the gravestone. Riley suddenly yanked at her curled hair like a madwoman. “Why? I ruined my face for him, I went into the operating room to turn myself into Mandy, but his eyes are still on you!”