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

"I killed Gwen tonight with my bare hands. I will peel the skin off your bones piece by piece if you don't answer me." Simon looked me dead in the eyes, and instead of flinching, he let out a low, raspy laugh right in my face. "You think threatening me works?" Simon laughed out, shaking his white hair out of his eyes. "I don't care what you do to me, Dante. You're already dead inside anyway." "Shut your mouth!" I snarled, tightening my grip on his jaw until his skin turned white under my fingers. "Look at you," Simon taunted, his eyes filled with dark, cruel amusement. "Covered in blood, covered in burns, shaking like a pathetic lost dog because your little human mate is dead."

Note: This chapter contains an intense sex scene. ** * * * * * Lucy's POV * * * * * I opened the guest room door and walked in with a sad face. Simon was seated on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at me and crumpled his face. "What is wrong sweetheart?" "Don't sweetheart me!" I retorted and he chuckled. "Fine, no sweetheart. Tell me what is wrong," he said. "Well, it's… It's Crystal, I think she's ill," I replied with a sad face.

well, I suppose anyone could guess how their interviews had gone, but, all things considered, I suppose it could have been worse. Of course, Tyler had managed to keep his cool, leaning on his natural ease and logical explanations to navigate Simon’s relentless questioning. Ryder, on the other hand, had not fared as smoothly. He and Simon had gotten into a heated argument which almost ended with Ryder physically assaulting Simon. Fortunately Helen had stepped in and told Ryder to go and take a walk to cool off. There was no walk. Instead, I got to listen to Ryder's angry rant about how much he hated the man along with a detailed description of all the heinous things he would do to him if they

Her face was pale and sunken, her body thin, yet her eyes burned with a terrifying intensity. "You stripped me of my chance to become a mother!" she shrieked. "I'll make you pay with your life, Simon!" Simon looked at her, then laughed. "With my life? I've been waiting to die for a long time." He coughed up a mouthful of blood. "In that case, goodbye." Gracie shoved him hard against the chest, causing him to tumble over the edge. I instinctively reached out, trying to grab him, but my hand passed through his body.

Riley’s POV His fingers were like iron bands around my throat, cutting off my air, squeezing until stars began to dance at the edges of my vision. He was so close I could feel the ragged, violent rise and fall of his chest. “Tell me, Riley,” he said, voice low and rough, “why I shouldn’t kill you for treason right here.” My hands flew up instinctively, wrapping around his thick wrists. My nails dug into his skin, desperately seeking purchase, but he didn't flinch.

“I’m… okay. Don’t worry.” It was a lie—but a softer one than before. Riley, of course, didn’t buy it. Her gaze flicked to Simon, silently demanding answers. “Get me an exam room,” Simon said to a nurse, authority slipping naturally into his tone. “And some ice.” They moved immediately. Riley helped me sit on the edge of the bed once we were inside, then exhaled shakily as she stood beside it with her arms crossed. “I can’t believe Mr. Bennett could do that to you,” she muttered, anger seeping into her voice. “To his own daughter? Come on!”

"If you still don’t understand, let me make it clear. The man I love is Spencer. In this life, and every life after.” "And from now on, you will respect me. After all, I am your sister-in-law." After saying that, Simon lunged forward, seemingly even more desperate not to let go. Finally, I snapped. Leaning in, I whispered words only he could hear and revealed the true end of our past life. "If you feel even an ounce of guilt for murdering me, then let me go."

“Yes.” The honesty caught me off guard again. Simon walked deeper into the library slowly, and I became hyperaware of the storm outside, silence inside, and the fact that they were completely alone, again. Simon stopped beside the couch. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked down at the cover quickly just to avoid his eyes. “Some romance novel.” One corner of his mouth tilted faintly. “Any good?” I swallowed hard. “Depends.” “On?” I looked up reluctantly. “Whether you like toxic men, I guess.”

So I go upstairs to the sundeck and call Simon the chief. "Good morning old friend, how are you doing?" I greeted him after he picked my call. Morning Riley, I'm cool, busy as usual, you know criminals never sleep so yeah....but what can I do for you my friend, hope you did not get robbed or anything?" "Nah not that....although a little girl stole my heart!....but she can keep it!" I smirk and Simon laughs hard. "Riley you never change! So who's the lucky girl?" "Yeah that's some story that goes with an ice cold beer but that's for

Simon gave out an evil-looking smile to back up his words. " Excuse me b*tch" I yelled at him without any atom of fear nor being scared of anything at would happen at that time or moment. I looked into his eyes directly without any words from either us or anyone interrupted. But he took the bold step of breaking the silence with his crazy laughter. " What do you think you can do to me? Daughter of the devil?" Simon asked trying to touch my tits which I scolded his hand off thing. " You should have just told me you were horny earlier instead of coming down here for it" I yelled stalking out my middle finger towards him with an angry look all over myself.