Simon Prebble Novels & Stories

The same one I visited with Zara before. Why did I just think about that? I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. The CEO of Crest Holdings, Ade Simon is already seated by the time we are shown to our reserved table. He rises as we near and stretches his hand for a handshake. " Mr. Marcello, Mr. Black ,good to see you again” " Likewise, Mr. Simon.”

If looks could kill… “How so?” Simon was an annoying little man that wanted his ego to make his appearance seem taller. When in fact, his short 5’6” frame wasn’t going to do anything. His mustache might scare away some kids and that toupe wasn’t fooling anyone. The Harry Potter style glasses were perched on his nose to the point I wondered if they were going to fall off. “You might get to witness an interrogation.” Simon straightened his back as his uneasiness grew. My happiness raised as I watched his false empowerment shrink. “O-oh?”

His gaze was cold, wary, and tinged with fear as it landed on Hayley. Especially when his eyes shifted to their teammate, Simon Porter, who lay on the ground with his head blown clean off. He had died instantly. The people across from them were ruthless. And strong. Simon had a terrible reputation in their base. He was violent, unreasonable, and loved watching survivors get torn apart by zombies. He had tricked residents who angered him into going outside a few times, just to watch them die for his own amusement. Still, he had been their teammate. Seeing him die so cleanly right in front of them sent a chill through everyone present.

Simon complaint dramatically, but then, he turned to him with eyes sparkling already, "Can you play it now?" Sebastian shook his head as the corner of his lips tugged upward. He knew he already got him there. He knew Simon like the back of his palm. He's gullible when it comes to his price possession, which was music that was written and composed just for him, and nothing more, except of course Sandra Mendez. Everything about her can be use to bribe Simon. He's on that high level as a fanboy. "Bro!" Simon whined. "I won't let you hear it if you won't tell me first what you wanted to tell me earlier"

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 looked up from his computer. Simon was six-foot-three, had sharply defined brows, a straight nose, and a pair of deep, cold yet mesmerizing eyes. Overall, he was ridiculously stunning. He glanced at me briefly, his expression indifferent. "No." Dr. Wilson, who was sitting across from him, raised his head in surprise. "Dr. Lawson, weren't you—" Simon shot him a sharp look, and Dr. Wilson promptly swallowed the rest of his sentence. Josie pressed on. "Then are you going out for dinner?"

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Phoebe Woods." "Likewise," I said, my cheeks growing warm. "Who are you and what do you want?" "Simon, from the West of here. Pardon me for not sending a letter before I arrived." "I suppose you could tell your men to stand down. You are on our territory," I warned. "She is quite the fighter," he remarked to Reed with a light chuckle. "Without the claws." Claire shook her head before I could make a retort. Orion ushered us with his wife up the stairs, away from the living room. We locked ourselves in the reading room, trying to listen in on the conversation.

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.