Simon Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

The lies tasted like ash, but the truth would taste worse. Eventually, the crowd thinned, men drifting out to smoke or crash in their rooms. Grim stayed at the table, watching, silent and steady. Emily disappeared upstairs with Sierra and Kayla, her eyes still lingering on Rhett’s back until she was gone. And that was when Ghost moved. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stepped out from the shadows near the hall, pale eyes fixed on Rhett like he’d been waiting all night. “Come with me,” Ghost said simply.

Riley placed her palms on that ghost's chest to push him away but the ghost won't even budge. "P...please ghost." She stammered. "Shhhh..." The ghost hushed her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it would come out of her ribcage. The ghost was strong. So strong. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead. Her breath hitched when she felt the stubble of the ghost on her cheek. OH, GOD! Ghost was a male spirit! Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek.

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

her son came running down the hall with his arms open wide toward her, tears streaming down his cheeks and a terrified expression on his face “There’s a ghost outside the window!” “What…?” “It’s not a ghost!” Serena came running right after him, looking alarmed as well “It’s a guy! His huge and smells funny! Just like us!” she said, a hint of curiosity in her words, while Simon just jumped into Deborah’s arms “And he has silver eyes just like mine!” “Oh, Goddess…” Dawn whined softly. “Mommy… Mommy will check on this for you two. If it’s a bad man, I’ll throw him out.” She kissed Simon’s forehead, before handing him over to Hattie “Stay here with your uncles for a minute, okay? I’ll be right

Dear God. Tommy made a sweeping gesture toward the forbidding Shaw mansion. “Ghosts are at it up there. Lights burning at night, movement in the windows. We . . . have . . . ghosts, I believe.” Richard laughed nervously. “Yeah, that would be the pastor. George Deadmond told me: Simon Julian lives there, pastor from the church. It’s him you’re probably seeing at night.” Truitt had his crooked grin on. “I knew that. I just wanted to”—change the subject—“see if you knew it. So, exactly who is this guy anyway? I’ve heard around town he performs miracles.”

“Why should I hide from Jordan? How could he be able to help if I can’t be able to tell anything to him?” “He will find a way!” The bodyguard argued. “In the event that you are ready to show yourself, look for Anita Sterling! She is one of my most trusted friend. She has everything that you need! Hide, Ms. Rachel!” “In the event that you get to see my family again,” Simon continued with remorse finally in his voice. “Tell them that I love them. And I’m sorry for what I had done.” There was then a loud gunshot heard in the air and the car screeching and running carelessly as the signal of the phone came back, signifying that it’s out of the tunnel.

I don’t know why I didn’t scream for the others to help, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me, so I stood rooted to the floor. “I do not mean to frighten you, Ryan. I am here because I need help, and you are the only one I believe can help me. Will you hear me out, please?” I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. He took three steps closer to me. There was only a foot of distance between us. His scent hit me hard—he smelled of wildflowers and trees. I loved wildflowers. He chuckled as if he knew what his close proximity was doing to me. What the hell is wrong with me? I seem to be getting turned on by every damn guy, I need to get my shit together. “My name is Simon. My people are being frame

He found that weird so he turned to look at Simon. And there, Simon was staring at him like he saw a ghost. "Are you alright? Look I know you consider Celia your younger sister but I still need to find this out. So please, I need the result even tonight," before the king's birthday, he said while touching Simon's rigid body. He left Simon and entered his bathroom to shower. He failed to see the real look behind that ghosted look on Simon's face or perhaps he just pretended he didn't see anything or interpreted the look wrongly.

——— Simon sat on the couch, staring at the screen of his phone, his jaw clenched tight, waiting for the location Elena had sent to pop up on the map. He had left the Gala thirty minutes ago, telling Nina that he had some business to attend to. Of course, she had protested, but Simon didn’t waste any second. Mostly because he wasn’t exactly lying. He did have a business to attend to, and that business was currently on his knees, held by two of his men, bloody and bruised. Simon tossed his phone to the couch and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed his eyes on none other than Richard kneeling in front of him, his lips curled into a smirk.

CIARA'S POV The reporters were still outside. Their voices carried through the front gates. "Mrs. Hale!" "Is the video real?" "Did you leave with Cain Hale?" I shut the car door harder than I meant to. The noise didn't stop. Camera flashes bounced off the mansion windows. The front door opened before I reached it. Simon stood there. His tie was gone. His sleeves were rolled up. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked tired. "You took your time."