Simon Gurren Lagann Pfp Novels & Stories

Percy said going to take his seat at the head of the table. " Poison, " Simon, the African American in the group blurted out. " Who is she? " Percy asked looking at the big screen. " Wait let me put up her details, " Simon said clicking at his laptop. A few seconds later the image of a beautiful brunette with Gothic features filled the big screen. " She is a gamma sir. " "That is good, who else?" " Sly fox, " Simon said again, reading off his screen. " That is three people. We need two more. Add someone of high rank, like a beta, " Percy yelled into the room.

What caught is attention, however, was the blonde hair, dark glasses, and white cane. “Know them?” asked Simon, following his point of interest. “One of them.” Simon’s smile broadened. “Care to introduce me, then? That little brunette is quite a stunner.” Just as Gideon was thinking to head the other direction, Rai stiffened and scented the air. Her friend notice Simon’s smile and returned the gesture. Simon, being the overly zealous flirt, extended a hand to the brunette. “I’m Simon,” he said, as if that name could open all kinds of doors.

With that said, she turned to look at the backstage. Surrounded by ten or so international bodyguards, Simon walked to the stage in his black suit. With his fair skin and distinctive facial features, coupled with his dark blue eyes, he looked like an actual prince who walked out of a fairytale. The buttons on his suit were made of black diamonds, and it gave him an air of nobleness and lay-low luxury. An uproar began once he stepped to the stage. “Ahhhh! It’s him; Diamond Prince Simon! The number one chief executive officer in South Africa! The most charming man ever!”

The top is long and flops into his eyes, dark thick eyebrows frame his hazel eyes that sparkle with mischief, and he is wearing a smart white shirt with black jeans. Simon has dark hair that is styled well. His chocolate brown eyes are kind, and he is wearing a blue shirt with black jeans. They both have a slight build, but it’s clear that they exercise and lift weights as both have muscled arms that show under their sleeves. Anya is a petite girl with fiery red hair and brown eyes that promise trouble if you upset her, but there is kindness and loyalty there too. She is wearing a nice pale pink dress with a cinched waist; the skirt reaches her knees, and the bodice has a sweetheart neckline

The hologram shimmered to life instantly, the familiar, sculpted form of the archangel materializing above my wrist. “Hi, Angelina.” I ignored it. Him. I tapped my wrist against the geek’s payment terminal, watching the 3000 kroner vanish from my display with a sickening finality. The boy, now a man who had gotten everything he’d bargained for and more, beamed at me, his earlier predatory smirk softened into a look of dazed, grateful infatuation. “Anytime,” he said, his voice a little too eager. “If you need anything else… updates, hardware, anything… you know where I am, I am Simon by the way.”

And I wasn’t kidding when I said he looked sexy. “SB... And he’s seriously muscular. His body is, like, on fire,” I said, sneaking a glance at Simon out of the corner of my eye. As expected, his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. I could already tell he was mentally constructing a shirtless image of Silvio. I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous Simon looked. He didn’t just breathe and eat rainbows, he practically shot them out of his eyes. His thing for super buff guys had gone way beyond a preference; at this point, it was a full-blown fetish.

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

She flashed a playful smile, her eyes flirting shamelessly. Simon returned the smile, his charm hiding his true intentions. "I've heard many stories of the beauty of the Silver Moon Pack. I had to see for myself if the tales were true." Jasmin's interest was piqued. "Well, it's nice to know we're famous," she teased. "But who might you be, handsome?" Simon introduced himself as a business man, traveler, and photographer. He had to keep his true identity hidden from prying eyes. His contact lenses, the human disguise, was his first line of defense in the supernatural world.

Translate to English perfectly, changing any expression that may sound strange: "My security has that female under control, very different from you with Perez's bitch." "Don't push your luck, even with your lackey by your side," Simon growled through gritted teeth. "I swear I'll smash that smug grin of yours until there isn't a single tooth left." "Don't make promises you can't keep, Salvatore," Pierre sneered, standing behind Tony and his dog Gaia. Simon wanted to grab Pierre, even if it meant getting bitten by the dog. It would be worth it.

Out of the blue, Simon raised her hand. He made a gesture in the air, and an extremely obscene idea flashed through his mind. Xia Gladyce's little ass seemed to be rather curved? So round? Or even a little bigger? He made an arc with his hand and then made another gesture... "Clang, clang." Simon smiled. It was the underwear with a strawberry pattern.