Simon Prebble Novels & Stories

Simon was waiting outside the double doors in a grey suit, his brown hair neatly combed. “Well, this is fancy,” I said, shaking his hand. “Everyone says that.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. They’re all good guys.” We walked into the events room. It was only about a third full, with men in suits and bar staff carrying trays of food. “Let me introduce you to my lot.” Simon led me to a group of five men. I shook everyone’s hand, but one of them caught my attention. “I’m Ben.” He had medium-length black hair and wore a grey suit. He was about my height and build, but it was his eyes that got me.

My eyes widened in horror, my lips twitched big I didn’t even know what to say. “I—“ I stuttered. “My family, they—“ “I know,” he came closer. “Simon spilled the beans.” “Where’s he?!” “Locked him up in Marr. We’ll deal with him later.” “No, no, no, you guys are making a mistake! Simon might not be strong but that brain of his, I tell you he’s two steps ahead of us!”

This time, Prothero's voice went low and shaky, spreading chills around Simon's system. Simon trembled twice, vividly affected by Prothero's words. The only ghost Simon liked was the one found in the video games, but when it comes to reality, Simon doesn't even want to hear the mention of ghosts. "STFU." Simon snorted unhappily yet pretended to be indifferent to the mention of a ghost. "Fine, I'm coming, you little jerk." Simon scowled angrily. "Right now?" Prothero arched his brows, not trusting Simon's words. He had always believed that he'd have to deepen his act before he could lure that person over!

But Simon never looked back. ***

His sister had told him about Stephanie revealing to her that she once dated Kane’s younger brother. Simon had difficulty, recalling the name Simone had called Kane’s brother but knew it started with an S. He also remembered that day how he had amused her with the simple fact that the names starting with an S were starting to become so popular around them. Simon had been sitting idly at the table along with Kane, Arthur, and the other guy from the news this morning whom he learned his name was Jim Morrison.

She shut her eyes and took her shower. If only she had money, she would never have to worry about anything. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── SIMON Whenever Simon said he was going to do something, he always delivered. He was a man of his word. It was one of the reasons why he was who he was today. If he made a decision, nobody could stop him. Not until her. Zoey. Simon had long made up his mind to not listen to any of her recordings at ‘Compagnon Incognito’ because he was trying to be as transparent as possible and he didn’t want to snoop behind anyone’s back to get information, but how could he not want the recordings?

attempting to respond bubblier, like the Su Monster beside me who seemed to burn to get her chance to speak with the strange guy sitting with us. Opal nodded her head and smiled with her palm facing upwards towards the new guy. “This is Simon, my twin brother.” Susi’s and my mouths dropped. This Simon was gorgeous. He was on the same scale of sexiness as Connor. The resemblance to Opal was extremely obvious now. Both had vivid, dark red hair and freckles splashed on their faces. They could’ve been a pair of models. Light brown eyes with speckles of green in them. They’re both stunning.

His scores weren’t the highest, but they were enough to comfortably advance him to the next round. After meeting with Mr. Zane last time, Layla had become curious about Simon and even asked William to help her investigate his reputation in the industry. The feedback was consistent that Simon was known for being steady, reliable, and principled. Those who worked with him spoke highly of his integrity, noting that he never made promises beyond his capabilities and always followed through on his commitments. Watching his presentation today, Layla could see those qualities clearly. While other candidates used their slides to flaunt grand visions and ambitious goals, Simon focused on a practical,

Sebastian said with a grin, holding up the wine he brought. Caitlin looked Simon up and down. “I’ve seen you in a white coat plenty of times, but never an apron. Gotta say, it suits you. Molly’s a lucky woman.” Molly beamed proudly, slipping her arm around Simon’s. “Of course he’s good. He’s a master with a scalpel and a kitchen knife.” Simon chuckled. “Come in, everyone. Dinner’s almost ready. I hope you don’t mind a home-cooked meal.”

Simon was skinny and tall with dark blond hair that he cut low. "What exactly is your specific area of expertise if you do not mind me asking," I requested. "We sell fish," Simon blurted out. "Do not be so crude, Simon, but yes we are involved in the large distribution of edible aquatic animals, it's fun," Daphne said. She was dressed in a black suit and skirt with a matching pantyhose and high heeled red bottom shoes. She did not look like a fisher man. Danny on the other hand was all Peaky Blinders and it was not even corny. It suited him just fine. If fish was really what they sold, then it must be some kind of special fish because even the car seemed brand new.