Simon Ghost Riley Unmasked Novels & Stories

Briley knew that if Simon saw it, he would realize that Annabelle was his daughter. She thought that if the necklace were hidden, Simon would never discover the truth. After all, those who knew the secret had already passed away. But in the end, the necklace was seen, and all the truths she had tried to hide were revealed. Simon played the recordings of everything Briley had said, which was mostly her own confession. She admitted everything because Simon had presented her and Gavyn’s incriminating evidence, and they both feared prison. After a little intimidation, they both confessed.

TARGET NAME: Stephany (Dangerous target) PRIORITY: MAIN STATUS: Terminated AGENT IN CHARGE: JIMMY THOMAS AGE: - METHOD: Mass Shooting ADDITIONAL NOTES: All physical and digital document hard drives at the target's residence have been destroyed. However, indications of backup copies carried by family members are still under surveillance. Rose wept softly, mixed with an unusual rage. A dense anger instantly replaced the fear in her eyes. "Damn it!" Her gaze was icy. I was utterly speechless as Rose's hands began to shake. Her fingernails turned white, gripping the thick paper until a faint cracking sound could be heard.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes.

“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?”

She noticed Helena had only left the compound in a car. Inhaling deeply, she wiggled her hand. The cut around her wrist vanished. Then, she waved her hand over the injury on her face. The deep cut vanished as well. Seconds after that, her face morphed into another face. Susan Banner! Susan stretched her neck and jaws, making sure everything was back into place. Then, she went to the mirror on the wall. She put her hand through and pulled a body out of it. The body was none other than Rosella Chester!

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

My heart sank in an instant, and I felt chills run up my spine. The ghoul holding the cleaver, Trilius, sped up and reached for Simon. With a swing of his cleaver, Simon’s head rolled and came to a stop right by my feet. Trilius wiped away the spray of blood that had landed on his face and grinned menacingly at me. “Do you know him?” I denied it with everything I had, and shook my head so vigorously that it felt like it would fall off. “I don’t know him, I really don’t. I’m just a humble food vendor!”

Maisie was speechless as the man shook her hand. " I am Dashell woods, I love the way you go through your cases like it is nothing. It is just like the way that Zach goes through his cases when he has them. And he made sure that everything went smoothly. You did the same. " the other man took her hand after Marcus had released. " Err, thank you?. " Maisie said in a question form. " We are five, where is the last of us. " Cathy asked with a bite in her tone that made Maisie knew that she was jealous.

I was just here to see Simon. My eyes wondered about, looking for Simon. I hadn’t seen him all evening. Last I saw him, he was at the far exit, struggling to hide his trembling hands. He looked spooked. Like a single touch could shatter him. I’d caught his gaze a few times across the room, but anytime I wanted to go close, something always happened. Either my fathers wants to talk, or he wants to introduce me to people who don't know me. Yet. Then he disappeared.