Simon Prebble Novels & Stories

But now, something felt different. And his instincts told him it had everything to do with Caleb. “This is about Caleb, isn’t it? He’s doing this on purpose,” Simon sneered. “Everyone knows he’s dating someone now—some washed-up heiress from the Mason family.” His voice turned sharper, more mocking. “He’s just trying to get under your skin. He couldn’t have you, so now he’s flaunting some nobody in front of you. He’s pathetic. A man like that isn’t even worth calling a man.”

Everyone was all set in their costumes, and they were all led to the place where the shoot would be taking place. The crew were all ready and prepared. “Good day, Mr Simon.” Mrs Sharon greeted. Mr Simon, also known as the crazy photographer. He's well known in the entertainment industry for being a perfectionist. Any artist he works with must be in the top one percent. He's known to be a person who hates mistakes. He prefers working with well experienced people, and he's known for his bad temper. Just a look from him and even an A-lister would feel cold child's on his or her body.

Simon said as Sabrina watched him stagger to the darker side of the office, soon he was back with a box. "Seat," he ordered. Sabrina watched as he pulled out a liquid substance. Simons's hair fell towards his forehead as he slowly poured the substance on the dry wool, "this might hurt a little," he said and Sabrina couldn't help but remember kai. He was this caring but all along his pack and family are monsters. "Let's just get this done sharply, sleepy," she said, Simon gazed at her one last time before nodding his head. "The plan might not really work but my men will try their best," Simon muttered.

Simon was still under the impression that his relatives were all impressed by the video he put together, and he was relishing the thought until he noticed Plum glowering. Noel quickly dashed up the podium just then, anxiously pointing at the screen. "Dad, Dad…" Simon turned around and almost got a stroke when he saw what was playing on the screen. It was all records of his affair with Fiona Lamb! There were not just photos and videos either, but also records of their cringeworthy text conversations.

He blinks a few times trying to think of a comeback but he draws blanks. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 20 minutes later at the top of the hill overlooking the city “Your friend was something else.” I say looking down at Simon’s hometown. He has his father’s convertible top open and we are sitting in the backseat. He brought a blanket so we can cover up from the night breeze. “He’s always been like that.” Simon says looking at me. He smiles when I look back at him. “Life with him has always been a competition.” He says sighing deeply.

“I can’t tell you that here. It’s not safe for you anymore to be away from me. I hoped it didn’t come to this, but maybe Beau needs to move to my pack and you can live here.” “Move to your pack?” Stacy looked confused. “I’m not moving to your pack.” “You will because I said so.” “Simon, what happened to your brother?” My heart sank. She was doing so good and then this. Simon was quiet for a moment because he spoke. “You have never asked about him.” “He’s the one trying to kill Brett, isn’t he?” “There are so many things you don’t understand, Stacy.” “I want to know why. Why did you hire her to protect me if she was the one that killed Peggy?”

"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.

Simon put on his shoes, lips pursed in thought. He had debated getting the black boots or the brown ones but decided to go for the grey ones because they matched his outfit. The omega stood up, nodding appreciatively at the way his grey sweater accentuated his slim physique. He looked cute. "Where are you going?" Simon raised a brow at his brother. "Outside." "Outside, where?" his brother pressed. "Is it with Kyle?" The omega sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's with my friends."

But Simon never looked back. ***

And that’s when Bree, like the devil’s assistant she was, swooped in. Without warning, she snatched the phone from my hand. “She’s free,” Bree announced into the receiver, shooting me a wicked grin. “I’ll make sure she’s ready on time. I’m heading out anyway, so it’s perfect.” I scrambled up, trying to grab the phone back, but Bree stretched her arm high over her head, giggling like the menace she was. By the time she finally handed it back, I was glaring daggers. “Well,” Simon said smoothly, clearly amused. “Your friend has already agreed for you. I’ll be at your place in an hour. Please be ready.”