Simon Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

Simon ordered “Okay… we will. Is Dad ok?” Raymond inquired “Yeah, he will… I should hang up now buddy” Simon replied and hung up. After Simon hung up, he went with backups to Rex's direction while they assigned agents to try putting them back on track. They got to where Rex car was packed, and he was not there. Suddenly, due to the high intellect they have in their force, they were able to track them. So, they called Simon and the men he was with and gave them the location to follow.

“What do you mean? The guy’s dead, Simeon. We buried him six months ago. It’s over.” Simeon looked up sharply, meeting Jaxon’s eyes, the vulnerability in his own clear. “I know what I saw,” he said, his voice trembling. “It’s like he’s still watching, waiting for something. I don’t know what it is, but I feel it... deep inside. Like the death... wasn’t enough for him.” Jaxon exhaled, pushing a hand through his hair. “Alright. You’re probably right. Maybe... maybe it’s the trauma talking, but we can’t just sit here waiting for a ghost to show up. We need to keep moving forward.”

Riley placed her palms on that ghost's chest to push him away but the ghost won't even budge. "P...please ghost." She stammered. "Shhhh..." The ghost hushed her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it would come out of her ribcage. The ghost was strong. So strong. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead. Her breath hitched when she felt the stubble of the ghost on her cheek. OH, GOD! Ghost was a male spirit! Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek.

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

“It’s better if we split up. Luna and I will knock on the place and you will hide behind us. Be ready when something happens.” “Yes ma’am. Everyone started walking up to the hill. When they got there, they heard voices. Ella gestured to her team. ————- “Let me rest. Are you going to kill me?” said Simon. “Yes, I will kill you, but before I do, I will drain your blood,” Rafael said. Simon forced his eyes to open. He is dizzy and feels weak. Rafael has already gotten one bag of his blood, but it’s still not done. “So you won’t feel sad. I’ll play music. What music do you prefer?”

I tried to sit up. But Riley immediately pressed a hand gently against my shoulder. “Hey—slow down. Don’t rush.” I didn’t know why I was feeling so weak. My head spun every time I moved. “What's going on?” Riley glanced at someone behind her. I followed her gaze. Simon stood a short distance away, his arms crossed—but his expression wasn’t as composed as usual. There was concern in it. “How do you feel now?” he asked in a calm tone. “I’m fine,” I said instinctively, trying to sit up again.

Bury her beneath rumors and warnings, make her a myth mothers told their daughters. My phone buzzed. Another report. “Failed again. Target protected by unknown male. Suspect: Simeon Moretti ”. I leaned back the smile spreading on my face. Simeon. That was unexpected. He was testing my patience. He was supposed to be a ghost, a myth of his own, the Bloody Vultures bloodline was as brutal as it was loyal.. But maybe Sarian had gotten under his skin too, maybe he loved her. Or maybe he was just as stupid as Julio. Either way I’d deal with him soon enough

——— Simon sat on the couch, staring at the screen of his phone, his jaw clenched tight, waiting for the location Elena had sent to pop up on the map. He had left the Gala thirty minutes ago, telling Nina that he had some business to attend to. Of course, she had protested, but Simon didn’t waste any second. Mostly because he wasn’t exactly lying. He did have a business to attend to, and that business was currently on his knees, held by two of his men, bloody and bruised. Simon tossed his phone to the couch and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed his eyes on none other than Richard kneeling in front of him, his lips curled into a smirk.

His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattooed veins along his forearms. God. Why was that so attractive? The office itself was dark and masculine. Black shelves lined with books. Whiskey bottles glinting beneath warm lighting. Simon turned suddenly and I held my breath. His eyes landed directly on me and sharpened immediately. The silence stretched for one dangerous second before he spoke back into the phone. “I'll call you tomorrow.” Then he ended the call. I stepped backward instinctively . “Sorry, I was just looking for the kitchen.” Simon studied me silently. His gaze traveled slowly downward. Bare legs, tiny shorts, barefoot. The look in his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.

“All set?” “Umm… I was about to call you. Something happened.” Simon said, and Aries knitted his eyebrows. “For a month now. Mr. Richardson is trying to connect with you and, as per your orders, we aren’t entertaining any of the Glazier’s staff. But he seemed suspicious, so I kept my eyes on him. I saw him visiting Shane’s grave and the last night, Alfred’s men thrashed him to death. He was admitted to the hospital. I just paid him a visit, and he continuously asked if Milo was alive.”