Novelas y relatos de Simon Ghost Riley

Simon looked down at me, his face splattered with the blood of my crew. "Ivina Coleo, you crossed a line. Giara is not like you. She doesn't know anything, and she's an orphan. Only I can protect her. I'll honor your wishes and have her sent away before our wedding. And once we're married, my entire armory will be yours. But you have to learn a lesson." He leveled the gun at Sally as she crawled forward to shield me. "No!" The shot hit her square in the chest. Simon lowered the weapon and patted my face. "She's the one who egged you on to abduct Giara, right? Now she can't lead you astray anymore."

Now they would see for themselves. “Pair him with Garrick first,” Rhydian ordered. “Standard rules. No killing blows but push hard.” Garrick stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. “You sure about this, Soren? You look like you have not slept.” “I am sure about nothing anymore,” I muttered. My hands felt clammy. The circle felt too small already. The simulation started fast. Garrick came at me with a testing lunge. I dodged on instinct but my body moved wrong. Too smooth. Too sure. My fist connected with his side in a way that made him grunt.

"The old men in the family really think it was an accident. Who would've guessed I paid off his mechanic to tamper with that damn engine?" I had it. I slipped my phone from my inner pocket, confirming the recording was still active. Even though family rules dictated that a recording couldn't be used for a summary execution, once Lorenzo was back on his feet, cleaning up these scumbags would be child's play. I was just about to turn and retreat when a bone-chilling wind swept across the back of my neck. An icy hand clamped around my throat. I spun around. It was the spirit of a burly man in a black suit, holding a spectral submachine gun. Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red bl

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.

" In your case, 6 feet below." Simon stood his ground. He wasn't prepared to go down without a fight. Razor rolled his eyes and nodded to his men. "Destroy him."He barked. The first attacker charged at Simon but was met with a wooden arrow to the head and dissisipated. Simon quickly pulled out a revolver and shot two more driving wooden bullets into them. The fourth and fifth met similar fates and hope began to grow within Simon. That was until a silver arrow sank into his thigh.Courtsey of Razor. Simon screamed in pain and dropped down to one knee. Seeing the advantage, another vampire made his move but Simon intercepted and put a bullet into his skull, wasting him. Razor grew impatient and

“I’ve only seen a bit of what Roy is talking about, but it’s clear that Ian ain’t himself. Surely you could tell that when you took your walk. Did you see his eyes?” “I’m afraid I didn’t,” Adam confessed. “He was walking in front of me and rambling a bunch of nonsense over his shoulder. When he ended with telling me that the engagement was off, all I could see was red. I marched right back to Melody.” “We think there’s somethin’ supernatural going on,” Roy volunteered. Jackson ignored the doctor’s snicker. Of course, he wouldn’t believe in the supernatural. He was a man of science. He, on the other hand was not and was willing to consider all possibilities. “Like what?”

“Why should I hide from Jordan? How could he be able to help if I can’t be able to tell anything to him?” “He will find a way!” The bodyguard argued. “In the event that you are ready to show yourself, look for Anita Sterling! She is one of my most trusted friend. She has everything that you need! Hide, Ms. Rachel!” “In the event that you get to see my family again,” Simon continued with remorse finally in his voice. “Tell them that I love them. And I’m sorry for what I had done.” There was then a loud gunshot heard in the air and the car screeching and running carelessly as the signal of the phone came back, signifying that it’s out of the tunnel.

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

“That sounds about right.” They began walking slowly down the corridor together, guards bowing respectfully as they passed. Riela glanced at him. “Tell me,” she said. “What happened while I was… not myself?” Simon took a breath, choosing his words carefully. “A lot happened.” “I imagined as much.” He hesitated, then decided honesty was best. “I found my mate.” Riela stopped walking. Her eyes widened, then softened immediately. “You did?”

She had stood in the garden, smiling gently. Simon stared at it, his fingers tightening until the photo crumpled into a wrinkled mess. "Send the order," he said coldly. "Search the entire city for Gracie Green. I want her—dead or alive." Connor saluted and left. Simon returned to the bathroom doorway, leaning against the wall, and slowly slid down to the floor. He stayed still like that through the night.