Simon Marsh Novels & Stories

“My cousin. You’d hate him. Everyone does. Except for the bride. She’s lovely, but also possibly blind.” I sighed. “Let me guess—you need to prove you’re not a sociopath with zero personal connections.” “Something like that.” “And you thought dragging in the mafia’s enforcer would improve your image?” I could not help but keep the sarcasm in check because there’s absolutely no one in their right mind who would ask me to be their plus one. But Simon seemed determined, and oddly adamant about it. He grinned. “Oh, it’ll do the opposite. But it’ll keep them from asking when I’m settling down.”

" Marco couldn't believe what his father had admitted. "What I said is true, Marco. I compete with Simon Colster for your mother's affection. Your mother was the most beautiful girl on our campus back then. Simon and I both tried to court her. But it hurts because your mother did not choose me to receive her unconditional love. After learning that Simon had won her heart, I did everything I could to win her over. Something happened between us one night, and you were the result. Our family found a way to get us married to avoid public disgrace. When Simon learned the truth, he became enraged. Since then, he has vowed to return for vengeance. You were only seven years old when you found out yo

So they understood that the house was quiet and there were only maids and guards besides Alpha Darren and Diana as the hosts of course. "Welcome," Diana said. She was as friendly as possible and also showed a cheerful face. Meanwhile Alpha Darren remained as usual cold towards them. "Congratulations on your pregnancy, Diana," Adam said to her. "Thank you. Please have a seat mother and father-in-law." It was time for the show to begin. The waiters started bringing out the food. And one of the waiters was Damien, who was in disguise. Either because they were not focused or because Damien's disguise was too great, Adam and Janette did not realize that the waiter who arranged the food in front o

"Today is the day I leave for my new assignment." The other end went quiet for a moment. Simon sounded as if he hadn't heard clearly, or as if he was trying to process the sentence. "What did you say?" "I said," I repeated, word by word, "today is the day I report to Havenmist for my new assignment. "As for the wedding, it's canceled. Simon, I'm not marrying you." "Are you insane?" His breathing was heavy, as if he was desperately suppressing his anger. "Maren, do you know what canceling the wedding means?

asked Chris. Jessica propped her chin on her hand and looked at him. “Since you were attending this kind of meeting, how could I not check beforehand? You know, the International Medical Organization is extremely dangerous internationally. Simon cannot return to Cheria because, in some people’s eyes, he saved people he shouldn’t have saved.” This was Simon’s external identity and his whereabouts over the years. Chris hesitated for a long while before saying, “His real name is Max Jameson.” ‘Jameson?’

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.

It had edges. Simon looked at me. Then he did something I had not seen him do in the entirety of our short and eventful acquaintance. He looked away first. "I know Maren Voss," he said, to the middle distance. "I have known her for thirty years. We worked together, a long time ago, before either of us was what we subsequently became." A pause. "I believed she was dead. I was told she was dead. I attended something in the nature of a memorial." He stopped.

In a few minutes, Maria, Evina and Simon were already buckled in the car and was travelling the roads to their destination. “Simon, you thank Paul for letting us hitch in their car,” Maria told Simon as he fixed his hair. “Thank you, Uncle Paul. You’re a lifesaver,” Simon bowed to Paul even though Paul was focused on his driving. Paul couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m your lifesaver? Do you like badminton that much?” At his question, Simon’s eyes lit up. “Very. Have you played badminton before, sir?” Paul paused as if he was thinking. But he answered after a few seconds.”I’m not that good. But I won a summer competition before.”

I'm kind of exaggerated but who cares! Alex looked at me like I was a criminal; like it was a crime to hate marshmallows. “How… how… oh my God. How can you say marshmallows are disgusting? They’re divine…” Okay, this guy was just being dramatic. Did marshmallows save his life or something? I chuckled, amused that it was bothering him this much. "Okay, okay. I’ve heard you. Can we drop this and focus on what we’re here to do?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows and pouted like a kid who just got scolded by his mum. "I guess we can."

And to be honest, their existence has intrigued me ever since I got the information about them, but I don't have a chance to know them in person until yesterday. ‘You mean, they just arrived in this town?’ Martha nodded. ‘Because in the five years I've been here, I never heard of their existence. According to the information I managed to obtain, they arrived here shortly after you, Raymond.’ Totally unexpected, Raymond muttered to himself. Then he looked back at Martha. ‘Who is their boss' name?’ ‘Simon. Simon Clive. They should be operating in the UK, but somehow they are here. I dunno their motives, though.’