Simon Prebble Novels & Stories

he said, glancing at Tyler with a glint of humor in his eyes. Tyler nodded, his hold on me tightening just a little. “We did,” he replied with a proud smile, his eyes flicking down to meet mine with adoration and I felt my face flush under his soft gaze. “A beautiful thing to see,” Helen added, raising her glass in approval. “Nothing quite like young love.” “The timing seems a little convenient if you ask me..” Simon’s clipped British accent sliced through the pleasantness of the exchange. His tone held an edge that felt dangerously close to an accusation.

My eyes grew wide in awe. Was he the one doing all of this? How? What was this? Simon soon began to cough and splutter and choke. His face was slowly turning blue and his eyes were rolling in their sockets. “I didn't quite hear you, Mr. Hills. What are you trying to say?" "Sign… I… Sign… Hannah…” Simon's blue face continued to intensify and his speech was less and less coherent. Mr. Dalton remained impassive, not taking his eyes off him. "I can't hear you.”

We are not truly legal, so we do our best to stay under the radar, and this is where Jake Hamilton comes in. On the way to my office, yes, I am the owner of The Summit Club too. Now on my way, I get a message from Mr. Arrogant himself. "Can you still feel it?" "Feel what?" "My tongue in your mouth." "I had to gargle hand cleaner to get your taste out of my mouth." "I am waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For you to call." "Prepare yourself to wait very long." Before I go into my office, I prepare myself. Simon’s is no longer than a toothpick. He is overweight, and the only good thing about him is that he lasts no longer than four minutes.

Suddenly, they heard Simon's voice on the phone as he exclaimed, "Is that you, Mister Darby? I'm sorry, I must not have seen it!" What? Had the master addressed the man as Mister Darby? In such a polite tone? What had happened? Everyone was speechless. The entire Greenway Road had stayed silent. Matt was confused. Did his master know that live-in son-in-law? Darryl smiled and replied, "Simon, do not appraise a painting unless you are absolutely confident about it. Do you know you might give the wrong information?" Darryl and Simon were both apprentices of Stellan Smith; Darryl was Simon's senior.

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.

Simon appeared from behind them, a bit upset. “Let go of her” Everyone turned around and faced Simon, who stood up and walked towards them. “You remember this chick right” “I said let go of her, how dare you hold a defenseless lady that way” “Defenseless?” Gabriela repeated as Simon’s friend let go of his grip over her. “I can take care of myself” Simon shook his head at Gabriela’s usual reaction. “This is Gabriela Ramirez, my PA” Simon announced, leaving everyone out of words.

Simon froze, his face a mask of panic. "What do you mean your biological mom is dead? You just saw Emily a few minutes ago," he stammered, trying to recover from his slip-up. Avery's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Come on, Simon. You just said Miranda Brown is late. Who is Miranda Brown?" "I don't know! I honestly don’t know," Simon blurted, his face growing redder by the second. "It just came out wrong because I was focused on the pineapples," he added lamely, glancing at the fruit as though it could somehow back him up.