Simon Ghost Riley X Reader He Yells At You Novels & Stories

Razel let out with a dominated tone. "who you think you are, to command me! you're just a new student, your look like a rat in front of a lion" Simon mockingly said. Yet, Razel just smirks. "do you think that a rat was not dangerous? you're all wrong because I can kill you while you're sleeping." After that Razel pulled my hand, tried to drag me however, Simon held my other hand and pulled me in the other direction. "Get off of her" Razel said gently, yet, you can feel the tension in every word.

Steph’s Pov I yanked the door open, expecting one of my roommates, but instead, I found Simon standing in the dimly lit hallway, hands shoved into his pockets, looking as if he had every right to be here. I exhaled sharply, pressing my fingers to my temple. "You can’t be here, Simon. Wait downstairs." His lips curled into a smirk. "Why? Afraid your new team will see me and think you’re fraternizing with the enemy?"

What is up with you? He lets out a long sigh and looks me in the eyes. When our eyes meet, he relaxes a little. - I wasn't sleeping, and I heard my father screaming in the house in the middle of the night. - I was in my house. – Why am I defensive? It's none of his business. - I know you weren't there. He was yelling on the phone with some guy named Tyson. - Tyson? – what the hell is going on? Why was Simon yelling at Mickael's right-hand man?

By evening, my phone rang. “God, Dianne, I’m so hard right now,” Simon whispered. “I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.” I held the phone between my shoulder and ear, one hand already under the covers, fingers circling my swollen clit in slow, steady strokes. But it wasn’t Simon I pictured. It was Raymond—his strong hands, that quiet intensity, the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wasn’t looking. “I know, Simon. Just come home soon, please.” My voice came out almost like a moan. Fuck.

"Most women, after being sold out by their own father, would have cried. Instead, you turned around and started negotiating percentages with a ghost." "That's because tears don't pay the bills." "See?" He smiled, his eyes growing deeper. "A woman like you. One second you're calculating profits, the next you're walking into a warehouse to record a confession for me." He pulled me sharply. I fell against him, one hand bracing on his chest, my nose almost touching his chin. He smelled faintly of cedar and whiskey. "Let's try this," he said, his voice low, a whisper against my ear. "You said it yourself. You have to test a ghost to know if you can trust him."

Lilac’s P.O.V. “You’re talking to him, aren’t you?” Riley’s raspy voice gained both mine and the Whisperer’s attention. His eyes narrowed as he looked down on her, and if I didn’t know any better, I thought I saw hatred flickering in their depths. I raised an eyebrow. “Talking to who?” “The ghost. The spy. Call him whatever you want, I don’t care. It’s him, though. Isn’t it? He’s here watching us, watching me.”

I heard heavy footsteps and a gruff drunken voice. "Who is the bastard at my…!" The door flung open and all was silent. The smell of liquor exuding from Simon, along with the tension in the air, made me heady. I was going to pass out soon. “What do you…” "I need to talk to you about Hannah. May I come in?” Simon glared at me and I felt something snap. This was too much to bear. My legs buckled under me and I crashed to the ground, seeing and hearing no more.

I lightly slap his chest and tell him to behave. “If you think that is going to make me behave you are wrong my precious jewel.” Dylan drawls. “Why are you throwing shit at me?” Dylan asks. “Because you are being gross and I don’t want to see that shit when it pertains to my sister.” Riley sneers. “Then don’t watch.” Dylan says.

His body was stiff, his shoulders trembling under the things he’d just learned. “Riley, you have to get out of here,” I tried again, more forceful this time, but it was like talking to a ghost. Finally, his head snapped towards me, and those bloodshot eyes bore into mine with so much anger and pain it felt like a physical blow. “Shut the hell up, Silas,” he snarled, his voice shaking. “I don’t want to hear a word you have to say, you fucking liar.” My throat tightened, the lump there too large to swallow. “Riley, I—”

**** A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought. He stood up and opened the door without bothering to check who it was. To his surprise, it was his self-proclaimed archenemy, Richard Grey. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Anger burned between them. "Well, hello! If it isn't Almighty Simon Maxwell," Richard sneered. "What are you doing here?" Simon asked angrily. Richard smirked, his eyes filled with hatred.