Novel & Cerita Simon Riley

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."

I counter, though the sharp sting in my tone falters slightly under the heavy, devastating sincerity shining in Simon's amber eyes. "It is not a spectator sport because we are stepping directly into the crossfire with you, Evelyn, and you can yell at us all you want, but you are never fighting alone again," Simon insists, his voice dropping all its usual mockery as he steps closer, his hands resting palms up in a silent surrender of protection.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Simon was glad that Liam really followed him, and finally they could have a conversation. Liam was becoming suspicious of Simon, so he stopped walking, glanced around himself, and asked, "Well, we're outside now… so what do you want to talk about?" He asked nonchalantly. His voice made Simon stop walking. "Mr. Liam Steinfeld!" Simon said, turning around to look at Liam with a soft expression. "My name is Simon Tate…." He informed, a smile forming on his lips.

What the hell does he think he doing flaunting his knowledge of his life in front of him? "So get me another!" Simon said with gritty teeth and Jared nodded quickly in fear for his job and left the room in a hurry, but the moment he stepped out of the room, he stopped walking and thought about what had just transpired in there for a second, then he busted into laughter and raised his hands to the air. "Sir Simon is back! Our Sir Simon is back!" He exclaimed with joy gleefully as he smiled and hurried off.

He was happy he was getting paid either way and he was also afraid that two guns were still pointed at him. "You will get the money before sun down." Simon told him and when you get it, kindly pick up the few rags you have here and disappear. Mr. Riley, this is for your own good." I hope you understand ?" He asked again. "I do Sir." Stefan replied. "Good." Simon said standing up. He patted Stefan on the back. "You love money so much Mr. Riley, I just hope it won't lead you to your doom. If I were you, I would invest this one. Because more isn't coming. And if you dare me by going behind my back," he smiled wickedly. "You won't live to tell the story." Simon told him before leaving the room f

Serena nodded at the lawyer, who was promptly escorted out so staff could handle the final paperwork. Then her eyes landed on Whitney, who stood in the middle of the office with barely contained excitement—completely oblivious to how much of a rookie she still was. She turned her head, glancing at the modern yet modest surroundings, then blurted out with a huff, “Ruiz Star might’ve squeezed its artists dry, but at least they had taste. This place? It’s giving… storage closet.” Right as those words left her mouth, the door opened again. Simon entered—impeccably dressed, square shoulders, steel presence. His gold-rimmed glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose, giving him the air of a s

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.

While Gaby's mouth hung open, Riley held the urge to laugh. "Then there is that actor who wished to have a movie with you, Tim Simmons? Yeah. He has been saying that in all his interviews, and my god, it's getting on my nerves," Kyle seriously reported. "I'll probably give him the snakes and scorpions." "Pfft!" Riley could not help but laugh. She earnestly thought Kyle had serious enemies to deal with, but apparently not! Mr. Wright was simply a jealous man! "What's so funny, Miley?" Kyle said, narrowing his eyes.

“All set?” “Umm… I was about to call you. Something happened.” Simon said, and Aries knitted his eyebrows. “For a month now. Mr. Richardson is trying to connect with you and, as per your orders, we aren’t entertaining any of the Glazier’s staff. But he seemed suspicious, so I kept my eyes on him. I saw him visiting Shane’s grave and the last night, Alfred’s men thrashed him to death. He was admitted to the hospital. I just paid him a visit, and he continuously asked if Milo was alive.”