Simon Riley Face Novels & Stories

After a string of expletives, he walked over and grabbed Simon by the collar as he yelled. "You bastard! You dare fool me with a fake blueprint?!" Being grabbed, Simon's face turned green as he suffocated a little. He then looked at Rhein's twisted face as he shouted with extreme difficulty. "What's wrong with you? Let me go!" Rhein looked at the ugly face and sneered. "I never thought that you would have the balls to deceive me. Are you not afraid that I'll expose what you've done?" Simon was scared witless by Rhein's menacing look as he looked at the latter and said fearfully, "No, I did not!"

Glancing at the men surrounding him, Liam just kept his composure. Simon stepped towards Liam, glaring at him coldly, and Liam stood his ground as he also glared at Simon. The two of them exchanged stares for a few seconds, before Liam finally spoke up, "Well, what are you trying to do?" Liam asked casually, darting his gaze to look at the goons Simon came with, and when he counted all of them they were actually nine goons, and that was too much for Liam, but however, he still maintained a casual expression, there was no fear in his eyes.

I only had a lacey, almost seethrough bra on. "Just don't get my fucking face in it! It ain't rocket science!" Simon snapped as if realising the issue with being put on camera. Sensing the tension brewing between the two of them, I fought my instinct to smile in hopes I would be left alone with Simon long enough to pit them against each other. The more I allowed them to bicker between themselves, the less they were focused on me! Or giving me that fucking wolvesbane!

"SIMON!" He was startled when the voice called his name so he slowly looked at it. Concerned faces appeared to him. The six people are important to him. Samuel, Trist, Clement, George, Fackly and Chris. He shook his head one after another as if he had nothing to do with the fall of Mrs. Ana it's on the rooftop. He glanced at newcomers Bashie and Raymond. "What happened!?" Raymond asked him curiously. "Simon, what are you doing here?" Bashie said then it looked at his friends.

"Where did you recognise it from." Rourke looked at me, then past me, to Simon, who had been standing two metres away with his back half-turned and his face angled toward the middle distance in the way of someone who is very carefully not appearing to listen. "Simon," Rourke said. Simon turned. His face was doing nothing, which on Simon, I was learning, was its own category of expression. "You want to tell her," Rourke said. "Or should I." The silence that followed was not a comfortable one. It had edges.

I tried to sit up. But Riley immediately pressed a hand gently against my shoulder. “Hey—slow down. Don’t rush.” I didn’t know why I was feeling so weak. My head spun every time I moved. “What's going on?” Riley glanced at someone behind her. I followed her gaze. Simon stood a short distance away, his arms crossed—but his expression wasn’t as composed as usual. There was concern in it. “How do you feel now?” he asked in a calm tone. “I’m fine,” I said instinctively, trying to sit up again.

Elena nodded and sat down next to her nephew. Unlike the last two days, Simon donned a light-coloured shirt that seemed to bring out his dark eyes even more. His hair was in perfect place, the edges slightly longer and brushing against the back of his collar and his stubble was just at the perfect length. The fact that he was so perfect was enough for anyone to lose their breath and just stare at him.

Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó

joked Simon, laughing. "Stop it!" replied Daon, laughing. "Wow! You chose well, Daon! Isn't she beautiful, Jayden?" asked Simon, smiling. Our eyes met for a moment, and she blushed slightly, reminding me of her completely red face after all the pleasure from last night. "She is!" I replied, trying to keep my composure. "Look, it's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Simon, and if you're making my friend happy, I already like you for free!" said Simon, friendly.

"You're Kelly?" Kelly's eyebrows knitted together as she watched Simon's mysterious actions. She did not understand what was happening, but she felt like she was missing something important. Staring intently at Simon, she asked, "You still haven't told me who you are or what business you have here." Simon let out a soft laugh and walked past Kelly to the window. Outside, there was a stir, and his eyes sharpened. "I'm Simon. We'll be seeing each other again," he said confidently.