Simon Riley Novels & Stories

I really wish Aaron changes the rules, this races get too voilent for my liking. On the ground, in front of me, there are two blue eyes wolves and three green eyes wolves. I meet Cole’s beast green eyes and he growls his recognization to me. I smile and sense my mate’s eye on me. When I seek Aaron out, he is looking grimly at me. “Damn! That’s Simon Vent there. He’s the last-to-last year’s winner.” Riley’s friend Eva enlightens us. “Really? I heard he is ruthless when it comes to winning.” Daisy, Riley another friend adds.

Simon was a famous doctor. “Later, I shall send him here so you can confirm it! For the moment, I don’t want to hear gossip about SP04 Montes and me if you don’t want me to ask for your deployment,” Ella said. “Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, ma’am,” they all said. “Dismiss!” said Ella, and then she turned her back on everyone, even Luna.” - Simon was in the office and had just finished meeting the council members. He sat in the swiveling chair while relaxing, his head resting on the backrest, and closed his eyes. His phone rang, and Ella’s name appeared on the screen.

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

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.

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?”

My voice rose slightly, disbelief lacing my words. Simon’s jaw tightened, his shoulders going rigid. "I think you’re making reckless decisions," he shot back. His hazel eyes burned into mine, searching for something, for some kind of understanding that I refused to give him. "You know who he is, Steph. He has been a playboy his whole life until Lyla. You know what kind of guy he is. And don’t you even find a way out of this because I saw the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him."

But when my eyes met his, an odd flicker of guilt rose within me, uninvited. In Kingsford, the Ford family held unquestioned power. And Tyler—he was the eldest grandson, the heir apparent. Years ago, his decision to study medicine had caused a sensation across the city. Every major news outlet, social platform, and magazine had latched onto it. For over a month, his face dominated the headlines, discussed with a mix of reverence and disbelief. That someone like Tyler—brilliant, distant, almost mythic—would ever call Charles a friend was something I never could have imagined.

“Lucy! Did you know Eli has fought professionally? Like, actual professional fights?” “Good morning to you too,” I tell him. From the living room couch, my cousin Tyler lifts one hand in greeting without looking away from Eli, a piece of cereal hovering forgotten between the bowl and his mouth. Tyler is seventeen, staying with us for the semester because his parents are in London for work, and he has the attention span of someone who has never met a situation he didn’t immediately try to assess for entertainment value. He has, apparently, decided that Eli is excellent entertainment.

, Alexa said harshly. Simon is my avid admirer since college. Until now, he is still courting me even though I already told him that I'm not yet ready to enter into commitments but he told me he is willing to wait. Although he doesn't come from a well-off family but I think he's better than Royce. I just don't understand why Alexa doesn't like him. He is a good-looking man and has a stable job already. He is now working as a bank accountant, so maybe it's okay if I will give myself a chance to get to know him better. Well at least, he is not a womanizer like Royce Miller!

His eyes dropped to my cock in Simon’s fist and stayed there. “I also want a taste.” Simon stepped between us so fast I almost tipped out of the chair. His shoulders were tight. Rion leaned in and whispered something against his brother’s ear. I couldn’t hear the words, but I watched Simon’s eyes go wide. His mouth opened, then closed. He looked at me once, soft and almost apologetic. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Wait what?” I said. Rion laughed, already dropping to his knees in the sand between my legs.