Simon Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

Jiroo stifles a loud laugh while shaking his head as he's gathering his babies from the enemy's neck. "Of course." I said smugly. Simon used his ring to finally seal the papers and with his trembling hands, he handed me the paper and I smiled at him genuinely. "Thank you so much!" I said sincerely and as I turned around, Simon was already choking and blood spurting out of his neck, he was trying to stop the bleeding while catching his breath. "Sorry but you are the target." I said as I looked over my shoulder and saw Simon's body fell on the ground with a loud thud as his head hit the floor, eyes open and staring at me in betrayal. "Rule number one, never trust a Demon assassin."

“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.”

Just as she thought she might have a few peaceful days, there was a loud bang and the door was kicked open. Lucien stood at the doorway with his head wrapped in white bandages. His gaze was so cold and vicious that Elowen was terrified. Elowen stumbled back into the corner of the room and shouted, “What do you want? Ryan said you people were supposed to leave me alone!” She cursed her own stupidity. Ryan was on the same side as them. How could she have believed his promise? “Ms. Ghost, please save me… I want to get out of here!”

CIARA'S POV The reporters were still outside. Their voices carried through the front gates. "Mrs. Hale!" "Is the video real?" "Did you leave with Cain Hale?" I shut the car door harder than I meant to. The noise didn't stop. Camera flashes bounced off the mansion windows. The front door opened before I reached it. Simon stood there. His tie was gone. His sleeves were rolled up. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked tired. "You took your time."

His eyes dropped to my cock in Simon’s fist and stayed there. “I also want a taste.” Simon stepped between us so fast I almost tipped out of the chair. His shoulders were tight. Rion leaned in and whispered something against his brother’s ear. I couldn’t hear the words, but I watched Simon’s eyes go wide. His mouth opened, then closed. He looked at me once, soft and almost apologetic. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Wait what?” I said. Rion laughed, already dropping to his knees in the sand between my legs.

She blinked at him and asked, “Do I nag a lot?” Simon shook his head seriously. “I love listening to you talk, so you must talk to me more.” Riley could not stand both of them anymore. She waved and said, “I’m leaving. I don’t want to see both of you acting all lovey-dovey in front of me anymore.” “I’ll send you down,” Sharon said. “It’s alright, just remember what I said. Don’t tell Jim about my whereabouts,” Riley reminded her once again. “I won’t tell anyone without your permission.”

Sharon's sleep deprived self asked ruefully. "Sharon, this is serious." Geneva was almost hyperventilating. "I think, I, oh my; I think I've fallen in love with a ghost."

“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.”

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.”

Instead, he lit a cigarette. Hunter hadn't been able to answer his questions, but that didn't mean Grayson left empty-handed. Getting those drawings from Hunter was a good outcome, regardless. At the very least, Grayson could examine them. Before he could finish his cigarette, he received a call from Simon. "You had me treat a psycho today, Grayson. The guy behaved like a classic rich kid, all obnoxious and ignorant … " Simon argued. He clearly had had a bad experience. "Is he sick?" Grayson asked.