Simon Snow Baz Novels & Stories

It was as if Soren himself was sitting front of me, even when it was just his twin brother. “Sienna.” Simon’s soft voice called me again, breaking me away from my thoughts. “You seem uncomfortable.” “Uh?” I widened my brows and moved away. “No, no. Um, it’s just that the weather’s really hot.” “It’s winter,” he replied, raising an eyebrow at me, a slight smile resting at the edge of his lips. “It’s snowing outside too.” He added, glancing towards the window. I followed his gaze, and indeed, it was snowing.

Freddy fired back, the hint of anger followed his voice and a frown covered his face. “Then who would want me dead, using a military grade sniper against me,” Simon said, brushing his hands through his hair as if he was thinking. He knew Freddy wasn’t the person who sent those guys. He just needed to confirm, and somewhat observe what was going on in Freddy’s base. Ever since he was deprived from his job, coming to Freddy’s base had been impossible. He had to use this opportunity to observe the area for his plan. Freddy’s base was an underground setting, at the top it was a normal restaurant for harm burgers, tacos and coffee. There was an inner room where the step to the underground base wa

I don't want to wait. "After I mark you, do you want to meet Hunter?" I hear loud purring and start laughing. "Yes. I would love to." Simon moves closer to me, and I watch as he licks his lips while staring at my neck. I’m going to be a snow leopard.

When we stand in front of each other, Simon says gruffly as he pushes me towards the man roughly “That’s his wife as requested. She’s all yours” The man caught me before I stumbled to the ground, and handed me to his other men. There was no point in struggling as it was futile, so I just went along with my mouth shut. One of the men was holding my elbow tightly and pinning me in place. I turned my head to try and catch something useful from the man and Simon’s conversation. “When are you getting rid of the Snows?” Simons asked arrogantly. “Real soon. Thanks for bringing us the girl Simon. Lord Z has a gift to thank you for your help” said the man coldly.

"Like I can't think straight when you're around. Like everything I've been telling myself about why this is wrong doesn't matter anymore." I couldn't breathe. "Nick, we can't." "I know." "Riley is right inside. Your mother is here. Amanda is watching everything." "I know." "So we should go back in. Keep our distance. Pretend there's nothing between us." "We should," he agreed. But neither of us moved. We stood there in the falling snow, so close I could feel his breath on my face. The moment stretched forever and not long enough. Then the back door opened and light spilled out.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

Floating along the sides is a very distinctive plant. “You gave me marijuana?” I’m baffled that they’d even put that in a drink. “And a shit ton of alcohol,” Simon announces proudly. “It's my favorite drink when I need to loosen up.” He holds up his own and takes a long, deep drink. “How are you feeling? Still nervous?” I take another drink, The more I have the tastier it becomes. Giggling, I reply, “No.” “She’s ready,” Madison concurs. “Let’s get out on that dance floor!”

The killings became even more intense and exciting. Snow was scared, but she could feel that Kiran was burning with a desire to kill. Snow knew he was engulfed by flames of hatred and was almost going to boil over at any time because of his family vendetta and his inability to be with her. When Simon heard the noise, he came down just in time to see Sonny and Haydn snap the neck of one of his men. “F*ck you!” Simon felt like his lungs were going to burst as he cursed. He ran over and punched Haydn in the arm.

“She deserves a husband who will see her for the treasure she is.” Caleb took advantage of the older man’s momentary distraction and charged. They went down again and Caleb used his momentum to flip Simon over his back. The man landed facedown in the snow and Caleb pressed his knee into Simon’s back. He gripped Simon’s hair and pulled until his face was clear of the snow.

There was no one there. “Who’s there?!” Eric growled, his deep voice echoing through the silent woods. “ Show yourself.” Footsteps were heard and soon, someone stepped out. It was Simon. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a sleeveless black hoodie on top and black jeans and he carried a crossbow. Eric stood silently in surprise as this was the first time he was seeing a white man in reality. “They seem to be increasing everyday, don’t they?” Simon chuckled as he walked towards Eric.