Simon Ghost Riley Unmasked Novels & Stories

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.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

She had stood in the garden, smiling gently. Simon stared at it, his fingers tightening until the photo crumpled into a wrinkled mess. "Send the order," he said coldly. "Search the entire city for Gracie Green. I want her—dead or alive." Connor saluted and left. Simon returned to the bathroom doorway, leaning against the wall, and slowly slid down to the floor. He stayed still like that through the night.

He pushed off the wall and took a step forward. Emily held up her hands, as if to warn him off. "Not going to hurt me, huh?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just kill me and turn me into an undead monster?" William stopped and flinched as though she'd struck him. He said nothing. "I'm sorry," she said in a rush. "But I can't be like you. I'm human, and I intend to remain that way." The little muscle ticked in his cheek again as he clenched his teeth. "It's too late. That's not an option," he said, his voice very gentle and conflicting with his body language.

After he reported everything to his father and he allowed Simon to leave, he would return to fulfill his mission. Anyone who would try to block him, he wouldn't hesitate to extinguishーespecially that rogue and her mate whose identity was still unknown. Simon led his soldiers back to their pack, the Night Ridge Pack territory. Inside the cart they drove, four unconscious people were sitting, all their hands and feet tied. It didn't matter who those people were, Simon thought inside as he stood in front of his soldiers, his eyes glowing intensely cold against the illuminating moonlight. Whoever they were, he would definitely end them once their paths crossed.

the voice is gruff and thick, dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t want to watch how you are tormenting her, Reed. I want her back. I saw the proof of her safety you sent and I didn’t like it.” A silence falls over and he replies, “My name is Ghost,” the man says, almost offended. “You get to talk to Reed when the time is right. Sweet Dreams. Meanwhile, we will keep her awake for the night.” “Wait,” I say, pressing the bridge of my nose. “You never offered me your discounted price,” I add lightly. Raylan was right. Their game is working and I am making myself look weak in desperation to save Riley from suffering.

Blanche said, she stood and walked in front of the table, she crosses her arms, not leaving her stare on Hent. “How would you know?” Blanche turned to Moss. “She’s not a shaman. She’s Hent.” While she’s saying that, Rat silently went to the door and pushed it open where a tall man in trench coat was in the verge of opening it. “You traitor!” Moss kicked Rat’s behind and he twisted in pain, he was about to pull Rat too, but Blanche talked. “Stop it Moss, you knew there’s no ghost in the first place,” Blanche said, squinting her eyes at the man who just stood in the door silently and a lady in white jumpsuit crept in behind him“…. Only Mr. Tassel…. and Justice.”

"I've called the cops and these doors are bullet proof. You're not getting in so easily." "Stephanie open up the door it's me Simon," he said, when he heard her talking consistently. "What in the world?! Are you crazy?" Stephanie asked Simon as she opened up the door. The fragrance of his perfume hit her, the hairdo and the way he dressed all took her by utter surprise. "Yeah I know it isn't Halloween yet but trick or treat? Fine I'll trick you till you let me treat you. So I'm dressed up in this consume, I'm playing the part of ghost boyfriend."

Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó

After a string of expletives, he walked over and grabbed Simon by the collar as he yelled. "You bastard! You dare fool me with a fake blueprint?!" Being grabbed, Simon's face turned green as he suffocated a little. He then looked at Rhein's twisted face as he shouted with extreme difficulty. "What's wrong with you? Let me go!" Rhein looked at the ugly face and sneered. "I never thought that you would have the balls to deceive me. Are you not afraid that I'll expose what you've done?" Simon was scared witless by Rhein's menacing look as he looked at the latter and said fearfully, "No, I did not!"