Simon Prebble Novels & Stories

Simon’s voice came through, low and dangerous. Steve stood still for a moment, his jaw clenching. “Simon, what do you want?” Simon laughed, a cold, mocking laugh that made Steve’s blood boil. “I just wanted to have a little chat about my mate, Gabby.” Steve’s stomach twisted. He knew where this was going. “Stay away from her, Simon.” “Oh, but I have already met her,” Simon said, his tone full of satisfaction. He paused then continued .“She is quite an interesting girl, isn’t she? I can see why you have been keeping her so close.”

I counter, though the sharp sting in my tone falters slightly under the heavy, devastating sincerity shining in Simon's amber eyes. "It is not a spectator sport because we are stepping directly into the crossfire with you, Evelyn, and you can yell at us all you want, but you are never fighting alone again," Simon insists, his voice dropping all its usual mockery as he steps closer, his hands resting palms up in a silent surrender of protection.

That small acknowledgment made everything else—Kimberly’s presence, her sly smile fade into the background. Ashley’s voice cut through the subtle tension. “Simon! I’m so glad you came.” He made his way over, smiling genuinely. “Wouldn’t miss it.” Ashley gestured toward the rest of the room. “Everyone, this is Simon—my oldest friend and partner in many adventures. And of course, you know some of my former colleagues from Brighton.” “You’re still single, you know,” Ashley teased suddenly, leaning close to him with a playful smirk. “I keep telling people you should have settled down by now, but here you are still chasing deadlines and spreadsheets.”

Simon was in the baby essential corners in the mall, pushing a cart filled with baby things. “Sleeping wears. Check.” “Diapers, wipes: check.” “Formula bottle and milk: check.” “Bathtub: check.” “Should I buy a crib too?” Simon asked himself though his eyes were already fixated on the cribs at the end of the aisle. Then, without hesitating he went towards it. he was even humming, unbothered by the people who were mostly mothers or becoming mothers staring at him.

Sheridan hesitates, her gaze darting around the dimly lit club with poorly hidden interest. “Yes.” Trey steps between her and the vampire king. “As long as everyone remains on their best behavior.” “I’m sure my vampires will,” Simmon offers with a glint of fang. “And your pet shifters?” Trey looks at me. “I have no pets shifters. Only friends and…playmates,” Simmon says. “Which one is he?” Trey asks, still staring at me. “A business partner,” I offer. “I’m sure Alex will also respect the rules of the club, and all its members.” Simmon raises an eyebrow at me.

Simon had truly transformed, leaving behind the shadows of his past, and now fully embracing the responsibilities of impending fatherhood. One day, as they were browsing through a quaint little baby store, picking out tiny onesies and plush toys, Gabriella's face lit up with a smile. "Simon, I can't wait to meet our little one. I believe we're going to be great parents." Simon smiled back, his heart bursting with love for Gabriella and their unborn child. "I know we will. We've been through so much, and it's made us stronger. This baby is going to have an amazing life, surrounded by love and support."

“Two words: Crescent Shade. ” I paused. “What?" His gaze locked on mine as he spoke in a halting voice. “Spencer Auster. That's his name, and that's all you're getting from me. He definitely wouldn't mind this. ” I snarled, pressing my claws deeper. "Tell me more. " Simon's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's going to kill… Every. Single. One. Of. You. " As I considered my next move, Simon's body tensed, and he jabbed an unseen dagger into

But noticing Stuart’s obsequious smile directed at Elias, Simon held his tongue. Abby, relieved by Simon’s arrival, hissed, ‘Where have you been? What took you so d*mn long?’ Simon remained silent, and Stuart introduced him. ‘Lieutenant Colonel Westwood, this is my daughter’s husband, Simon Moncrieff. He’s a general surgeon at Rosedale.’ Stuart turned to Simon and continued, ‘Simon, this is Lieutenant Colonel Elias Westwood, the very man I’ve been raving about...’ Lieutenant Colonel Westwood...

CHAPTER FORTY ONE Sunday, 6th March 2016 My gaze flickered between the two men. “Y-you’re t-twins?” I stuttered. “Oh yes, we get that reaction often. You will eventually get used to it.” Simon took my hand in his and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you in a more aware, less drunk state. I am Simon Jacobs, Chief Operating Officer of Legacy Real Estate, the COO for short.” What? He had seen me drunk! Even worse, I couldn’t recall most of last night.

"But not in drug development like you, Professor Hughes. That's too advanced for me. I'm just an ordinary person." When Jim met Simon earlier, the latter was driving a Bentley. There was no way Simon could be an ordinary person.