Simon Ghost Riley Unmasked Novels & Stories

Without saying anything more, she walked away with Simon. Meanwhile, somewhere among the crowd, Rael wore a black mask, staring at the red-haired college student as she walked away.

"Time for what?" asked Raven, trying to reach him. "Time for you to remember who you really are," Simon replied, his eyes blazing with an intensity she'd never seen before. "And, when you're ready, I'll be back to take you home." With those words, Simon's image vanished, and Raven awoke with a heart full of fear, but also curiosity. All the questions that had been haunting her began to press for answers, and she knew that no matter what, Raven could no longer run from the truth of who she was.

Richard was sitting beside me, his summit suit wrinkled, his sleeves pushed to his elbows, and his hands clenched tight around the edge of his chair. “You should’ve let someone else speak,” he said, his voice rough and frayed. “How would that have changed anything?” My voice came out dry and low, but steady. He looked at me for a long moment, searching for something, but he didn’t answer. Simon arrived minutes later. His face was tight and pale, and he looked like he hadn’t slept at all. “Your system didn’t resist the pulse,” he said, already pulling up data on his tablet. “It responded to it, actively.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

The twins managed to continue an innocent conversations nd Liam was glad. He was however nervous about the other times when he wod see his twin sister's body through her cloth. "Are you a ghost?" He asked as they were reentering the orphanage home from the back. "Uhn? First I'm not as pretty as your secret crush and now I am a ghost? Don't you think you are taking this too far Liam?" Tanya asked as she paused. "Uhn not at all. It's just the clothe you are wearing that makes you look like a ghost."

She locked the doors behind her. "Help with what" Simon was perplexed wondering if she was sent to kill him. "You know what I mean, it's the part of the celebration where we'll wear masks and you would never know who I am" Simon found it hard to decipher who had the voice behind the mask. "What do you want?" "I want your cock and I'm going to get it" She knelt before Simon holding on to his cock. "I'm not yours, I belong to another" Simon divulged.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

They observed Mary Jane from a distance and they were sure that Mary Jane was also an alpheno werewolf. "Who are you?" one of the Moonstone clan members demanded, their voice trembling with fear. The figures remained silent, their presence exuding an aura of menace. Finally, one of them stepped forward, revealing himself to be Ryan, a master of disguise and manipulation. With a mischievous grin, he revealed his ability to mimic the faces of others, his features shifting and morphing with uncanny ease.

Ethan grabbed his father’s arm. “We’re not leaving you again.” Richard gave him a proud smile. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.” Then, from the darkness behind the attackers, another voice rang out. Cold. Commanding. Unmistakably familiar. “Kill Richard Blackwood.” Everyone froze. Marcus slowly turned toward the approaching figures. Standing at the center of the armed team… With Margaret beside him in handcuffs… Was Samuel Reid. The Ghost. He raised his pistol and pointed it directly at Richard.