Simon Ghost Riley Unmasked Novels & Stories

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

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

He looked as though he was seeing a ghost. I felt bad; I had been rummaging through his dead mate’s things. Even though he had long mourned her and he was now with Melissa, this dress had to have brought memories for him. “I’m sorry,” I was saying, my hands moving to the side where the zip was. “I’ll take it off.” “What are you talking about?” Simon looked confused. “You look wonderful, dear.” My hands paused and I stared at him, into his eyes for a long time to be sure there was bo show of anger form him before I relaxed.

Laura Anthony I woke up startled hearing Simon's voice. That afternoon hadn't been out of my head for thirteen years. It was our last game together. After that day, my uncle Thomas and Simon's father, Mr. Richard, announced that they were going to New York to start a security company. The two had worked together as bodyguards for at least fifteen years , but wanted to have a business of their own. They planned, they saved, they really prepared for that dream.

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."

"We aren't just saving her anymore. Tomorrow, I’m not going to that cathedral as a man. I’m going as the monster they’ve been so afraid of." ​He picked up a black mask, the carbon-fiber shimmering in the dim light. ​"Julian Montgomery wants a show," Roman whispered, his eyes narrowing into two points of lethal light. "I’m going to give him one. I’m going to let him stand at that altar, feeling like a god. And then, I’m going to show him what happens when you try to kill a ghost." ​The clock on the wall ticked toward the day of the wedding. The stage was set. The "Blinding White Forest" was waiting for its blood. And as the city slept, the real Ghost began his final descent into the tunnels,

As the door creaked open, anticipation hung in the air, and we began our descent into the unknown, guided by the hope of rescuing Melvin and exposing the truth behind the men in masks. To our surprise, we stumbled upon another door instead of seeing the way we pictured it. "All right, change of plan," Simon whispered, his voice strained with worry. Then he ordered half of the humans with us to step back and be our eyes and ears outside. "Why? What's wrong?" Alex whispered back. "I could not help the feeling that something is behind that door," Simon said while glancing through the corner, searching for CCTV cameras or anything unusual. "So, what's your plan?" Glester inquired, guarding and s

As Kelly slipped into unconsciousness, she heard Simon's promise. "Next time, I'll take you with me!" Simon had barely finished speaking when a shadowy figure appeared, moving with lightning speed. Simon parried a few blows, but the attacker, wearing a silver mask, was relentless. With a frown, Simon dropped Kelly to the ground. The masked man caught her just in time, cradling her gently.

Red lights glow, and the air is thick with whiskey and want. Twelve masked bidders lounge like predators, their paddles twitching. I sit front row, legs crossed, blazer buttoned to my throat, diamond choker glinting like a collar I’d never wear. I’m here to watch, to feed the secret itch that’s haunted me for years: What if I let go? Just once? Then he steps out. Silas, Ghost to those who whisper his name, materializes like a fever dream. He is shirtless. Inked skin ripples over muscle.