Simon Riley Birthday Novels & Stories

Raymond asked "Yeah sure." Mr. Simon answered "What about next week Friday?" Raymond asked "Friday is perfect" Mr. Simon responded. "Alright. I'll text you the location before that day." Raymond said "I'll be waiting for the big guy," Mr. Simon said "Thanks, so much Uncle," Raymond said "No need buddy" Simon responded "I should hang up now. I have a case" Mr. Simon said "Sure" Raymond responded, and Simon hung up. Feeling relieved, he rose and undressed to take a bath when he heard a knock on his door.

"Change your clothes and come back down. We were just about to have dinner." ​Elliot took a step forward, the illumination from the lights above hitting the raw, red rims of his eyes. He looked like he’d been at a funeral. ​"Dinner," he repeated. "Right. Because that’s the most important thing for you, isn’t it? Being a perfect, domestic family?” His voice lowered. “Do you even remember the most important date on the calendar this month, Dad?" ​Simon blinked, a flash of genuine confusion crossing his features. "Your birthday isn’t until December."

Clearing my throat softly, I gave Lilian a nervous smile, "You didn't say 18th did you?" "I did. Zoey's birthday is the 18th of October. What's wrong?" "Nothing," I forced a smile, swallowing hard, "nothing at all." Only Everything.

"Sure, why not. Anything special though? " "Yess Zared, your birthday! it's tomorrow" "Oh-Yeah-I...I don't really celebrate my birthday Riley" "What? Why? What do you mean? " "I don't celebrate it, I don't like to celebrate it, I never did" "Okay, It's fine, but just come here tonight, will you ? " "I will" "Okay, I'll hang up now, Bye! " "Bye,love"

But, I could only assume Mom knew what she was doing. Lunch hit none too soon. The remains of a breakfast bar and a lonely banana did little to keep my stomach happy. I loaded up my tray with fries and a burger. Not my usual fare, but I needed to eat. I took my familiar place next to Alison at our table in the back. Simon and Beth were already there. "Syd," Simon said, pushing his glasses back with one finger, plastic spoon dangling from the same hand with food still clinging. "Happy Birthday."

There were about ten people there already - mostly people from our floor, plus a few friends from classes. Riley was standing by the snack table talking to Ethan, and he looked up when we walked in. He’d grown his hair out a little since last year, and he’d filled out from all the track training he was doing. He looked good, which was probably why half the girls on our floor had developed crushes on him since he’d started hanging around us more often. “Happy birthday, Lily,” he said, walking over with a wrapped present. “Nineteen feels like a big deal, right?”

She asked softly, and Simon's expression changed to a sad one. "My mother's birthday" "And?" "It is always like that when it is my mother's birthday" "Why?" Imogen asked curiously. Simon groaned, hesitant to tell her. To be sincere, he hasn't told anyone about his mother's death before. People around him already know, and if they don't. No one dares to ask, and no one dares to come inside his room on his Mother's Day. Not his best friend George or his head of guards who are like his family. Because they knew what it meant to him, it was the only day he got to mourn his parents and also the weakest day in his life.

she thought. “Yes, you said you wanted to see me,” Simon was casually dressed, sitting down with a glass of wine on the table which he was drinking from. “What do you want to tell me?” he asked. Riley was wearing a big and long, blue dress, designed to be easily taken off. She stood there, staring at Simon with a seductive smile on her face while he sipped from his wine glass. “You’re just about to find out,” she replied. She pulled off her gown, revealing a black, lacy lingerie while Simon furrowed his brows, “Really? Is this what you want to tell me?”

'Simone pov' I woke up with peoples singing and clapping. I groaned and forced to open my eyes as I sat up. "Happy birthday to Simone. Happy birthday to you....". They sang together. When they were done singing I saw Alex holding a small bithday cake. Where did they get these things from because I know yesterday I didn't see any cake. I smiled brightly. Today november the 17th is my birthday and I am finally 20 now.

As he unlocked his phone, his eyes were immediately drawn to the date. He glanced at his phone for a few seconds, then lifted his gaze to meet Simon’s eyes. “When is Isla’s birthday?” “Tenth of the next month!” Aries quickly checked the death anniversary of Shane Glaziers, a somber silence filling the room as he reminisced about their final conversation. “Aries, it’s my daughter’s eighteenth birthday three days later. It’s an exclusive gathering. Why don’t you join us?” Shane smiled. “She would love to meet you.”