Simon Ghost Riley Face Novels & Stories

I shook my head as I felt it coat my throat. God, give me strength for tonight. And please have mercy on. With some newfound courage and strength, I dusted off invisible dust from my dress and put on a huge smile on my face. And I walked out into the living room where Elizabeth was hugging Rowan, though from the way he was scowling he did not like whatever she was whispering into his ear. "Rory." Simon smiled as soon as he saw me. "Simon, Beth, Sonya!" I exclaimed as I approached them.

**** A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought. He stood up and opened the door without bothering to check who it was. To his surprise, it was his self-proclaimed archenemy, Richard Grey. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Anger burned between them. "Well, hello! If it isn't Almighty Simon Maxwell," Richard sneered. "What are you doing here?" Simon asked angrily. Richard smirked, his eyes filled with hatred.

I hugged myself as my mind slowly processed what was happening infront of me. I saw blood from Simoun's face. So much blood. He was already laying on the ground but Rael did not stop punching him. I could see Rael's chest waving violently. He aggressively pulled Simoun's collar as if the man was just a piece of paper. Simoun had completely gave up. He could not even move but Rael never stops. "R-Rael... s-stop... stop it..." my voice quivered as I called him. That is when he glanced at me. His lips were parted. I could see the anger and pain in his eyes. He aggressively pushed Simoun before he walked towards me.

“Shantal.” Simon’s voice broke through the tense air, sharp and low. Shantal’s eyes shifted, landing on Simon, calm and steady. Simon walked over, ignoring Natalie’s smug face entirely. His gaze swept across the scene, the faint red mark on Natalie’s cheek, Shantal’s cool expression, and Ullysis, standing there like a bomb ready to explode. “What happened?” Simon asked, his tone gentle, but there was an edge to it that only Shantal could catch.

“Try licking his ear.” I swivel my head further to give Simon a disgusted look. He’s on the bleacher behind us three, nose in phone. “What?” “Like this,” he says, poking out his tongue and making a sweeping motion. “Trust me, it works.” “You’re so gross, can’t your million fan girls see that?” His eyes finally lift to me. He winks. “You think they see anything past this face?” I huff and turn back. Life would certainly be easier if Simon hadn’t picked some degree of cockiness along the way.

“Your face is flushed.” Shit. “I’m fine,” I said too fast. “I think I’m just… coming down with something.” Simon didn’t blink. He studied me. For a full heartbeat, his expression went blank—and then something shifted. His mouth curled slightly. Not a smile. Something darker. “Excuse me,” he said suddenly, standing and tugging me up by the hand. “We’ll be right back.” Before I could protest, I was already following him through the hall like a puppet on strings, heart hammering in my chest. He opened a side room—one of the rarely used studies—and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind us.

But finally, after much anticipation, the camera icon appeared, and after a moment with just a blur of black, a light came on and, breath caught in my throat, a man appeared on the other side. She knew that Simon had recently turned twenty-one, so in her many fantasies about what he looked like, she had envisioned more of a boy, like the boys at her old school. However, who was there in front of the camera, with the rigid face and the gentle gaze, there was nothing childish about it. It was indeed huge, as the computer's camera wasn't there she was this close to him, yet Grace couldn't make out where his shoulders ended. There was a hint of stubble on his sharp, angular face, and just below

Ethan said while he put his phone on the table and pushed it forward to Simon, “I want you to see something.” Simon frowned. “What?” He took the phone, not really bothered about what Ethan wanted him to see. He merely wanted to delete the recording immediately. However, the moment he picked up the phone, Simon froze on the spot, and color instantly drained from his face. Despite having weathered countless storms, he could not help but tremble uncontrollably now. He nearly dropped the phone, and his breath became rushed and erratic as if he had seen a ghost! He saw a photo that had been taken that afternoon. There were three people in the photo, all of whom he knew. Ethan stood in the middle,

~Author’s POV~ That night, while Harriet got ravaged by Rael, Simon had booked a hotel and was just about to enter when someone crept up behind him, wrapping arms around him from the back. He was stunned, his eyes widening as it moved lower to see a pair of dainty hands. But when he turned, the woman's face did not match her hands at all. She looked hideous, her hair like a bird's nest and her face filled with red spots that would make anyone scared.

Gladyce paused and turned to look at him. Simon's face was slightly flushed. He was not an emotional person, usually quite shy in love affairs. At this moment, he didn't even dare to look at Gladyce's eyes. "As soon as I came, I saw you being all lovey-dovey to another man. How can I let you eat another man's food?" Gladyce was still in a daze. "You!" Simon raised her hand and stroked her face. "Your face is dirty..." There was an ink mark on her face. Simon used a lot of effort to wipe it clean.