Novel & Cerita Simon Ghost Riley Unmasked

I don’t know why I didn’t scream for the others to help, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me, so I stood rooted to the floor. “I do not mean to frighten you, Ryan. I am here because I need help, and you are the only one I believe can help me. Will you hear me out, please?” I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. He took three steps closer to me. There was only a foot of distance between us. His scent hit me hard—he smelled of wildflowers and trees. I loved wildflowers. He chuckled as if he knew what his close proximity was doing to me. What the hell is wrong with me? I seem to be getting turned on by every damn guy, I need to get my shit together. “My name is Simon. My people are being frame

After all, the man could not walk. Sharon thought about it for a while and finally decided to tell Riley the truth. “He’s Simon Zachary.” “He’s… What?! Who did you say he is?” Riley covered her mouth as she almost shrieked out loud. After calming herself down for some time, she stared at Sharon in disbelief and asked her, “Are you telling me the truth? You’re not lying to me?” However, why did he not look like Simon at all? Sharon told her everything and Riley learned about what had happened.

“Damn!” Simon saw a man in the crowd who was wearing a hood and a facemask. He looked at Luna, who was still talking to the police. He looked back at the man in the hood, and then it took off the facemask. Simon’s eyes got bigger when he realized who the man was. It wears the facemask back. When Luna touched him, he was surprised. What exactly is it? Luna asked, after noticing that Simon had turned pale. “Rafael... I saw Rafael..” Simon said.

she thought. “Yes, you said you wanted to see me,” Simon was casually dressed, sitting down with a glass of wine on the table which he was drinking from. “What do you want to tell me?” he asked. Riley was wearing a big and long, blue dress, designed to be easily taken off. She stood there, staring at Simon with a seductive smile on her face while he sipped from his wine glass. “You’re just about to find out,” she replied. She pulled off her gown, revealing a black, lacy lingerie while Simon furrowed his brows, “Really? Is this what you want to tell me?”

She twisted the cap off the milk, the plastic crack loud in the quiet room. Before he could answer, his phone buzzed against the table, rattling the wood. Damon glanced at the screen. His expression shifted—playfulness draining, jaw tightening. He answered immediately. “What’s going on?” Static. Then Simon’s voice burst through, thin and frantic. “They’re here!!” Damon straightened. “What? I was really beginning to think it was bullshit.” “They’re dressed in black—faces covered. They’re armed, man.” Damon’s fingers curled around the phone. “They have guns?”

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

She shut her eyes and took her shower. If only she had money, she would never have to worry about anything. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── SIMON Whenever Simon said he was going to do something, he always delivered. He was a man of his word. It was one of the reasons why he was who he was today. If he made a decision, nobody could stop him. Not until her. Zoey. Simon had long made up his mind to not listen to any of her recordings at ‘Compagnon Incognito’ because he was trying to be as transparent as possible and he didn’t want to snoop behind anyone’s back to get information, but how could he not want the recordings?

Then she thought about Ghost’s voice commands, the way he made her come so hard she forgot the camera existed. She typed a quick apology to Marcus and cancelled. Aria: Plans cancelled. Ghost: Good girl. Thirty minutes later she was back in her streaming room, freshly showered, wearing only the black silk robe. The camera light turned red. Ghost joined the private session immediately. Ghost: Open the robe. Slowly. Show me what belongs to me tonight. Aria untied the belt and let the silk fall open, exposing her naked body to the cool air and his gaze. Her nipples were already hard.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t