Simon Spier Novelas e Histórias

The man that Caspian deliberately released earlier was now tied up and strung along with the group. Seeing the way the group followed the middle-aged man every step, and noticing that he was a second-stage cultivator of the Pulse Control Realm, Caspian figured out the man's status. Caspian was not wrong. The group stopped about ten feet away from where he stood. The middle-aged man then said, "I, Phillip Simmons, head of the Simmon family, wish to discuss today's misunderstanding with our cultivator peers."

And the only proof I could offer was my research data. I knew all of this and had already prepared the data in advance. So, when Simon asked for it, I immediately handed him a USB drive containing a copy of the data. Simon took the USB drive from me. Once again smiling, he said, "You really are prepared, Ms. Quill. Please, allow me to take you to our research wing so you can meet your future colleagues." Simon was the criminal organization's top authority on all things research-related. He might greet every researcher in this compound with a warm, friendly smile, but in truth, he was a ruthless man.

There was nothing wrong with the compliment, but coming from an older man, it felt unsettling. “Err, thank you, sir,” I said, unsure of how to respond. Mr. Adrian cleared his throat loudly. “Who is this guy sitting with you, Mr. Sergio?” Mr. Adrian asked, glancing at the younger man, who had been silent so far. “Ah, right! This is Simeon, my personal assistant,” Mr. Sergio said. Simeon finally acknowledged us. “Good day, sir. Good day, miss,” he greeted, dragging out the ‘miss.’

Simon was holding his breath when Lilian stood in front of him. Pulling an all casual expression, she voiced out, "What's with your look? Aren't you happy marrying the love of your life?" Lilian gave Evana a smiling look and then again turned to Simon. Shane got there and stood beside Lilian. For some reason, Simon looked somewhat familiar but he wasn't sure where he saw him. "You?" Gulping hard, Simon spoke up, "Sir, I am Simon Caldwell, a project manager of your company."

"Dante said eight. That's eight. We're good." "We're not good," Simon muttered, already pulling out his equipment. His fingers were moving over the small handheld device he used for everything — scanning frequencies, monitoring channels, patching into surveillance feeds. He was the quietest one of the group, which made it stranger when he spoke up. "There's chatter I don't like." "What kind of chatter?" Dante asked. "Encrypted, short-burst. Could be nothing." Simon didn't look up from the screen. "Could be a second sweep team. I want to go around the east block and check."

He had just slipped, one never admitted they had spies to a friend. “Your sources? Do you mean to tell me that there are spies within my palace?” I could detect a thread of anger in Simeon's voice. One thing Simeon hated more than any other thing were spies. He could not stand them in his space even though he had several that worked for him. “Not so friend. Besides, this was a long time ago; long before our interests aligned. I assure you I have no spies within your walls,” said Alpha Axel trying to sound as convincing as possible but I was not buying it and neither was Simeon.

Simon added then walked out on Jasper. Simon liked Jasper but he is tired of hiding his relationship from everyone. He felt Jasper just used him to experiment with his sexuality and the only one person Jasper liked was Justin. As hurting as that felt Simon wanted the best for Jasper and if the best was Justin, Simon will gladly push Jasper to Justin.

She flashed a playful smile, her eyes flirting shamelessly. Simon returned the smile, his charm hiding his true intentions. "I've heard many stories of the beauty of the Silver Moon Pack. I had to see for myself if the tales were true." Jasmin's interest was piqued. "Well, it's nice to know we're famous," she teased. "But who might you be, handsome?" Simon introduced himself as a business man, traveler, and photographer. He had to keep his true identity hidden from prying eyes. His contact lenses, the human disguise, was his first line of defense in the supernatural world.

To Laura's and Jennifer's surprise, Simon acted as if he didn't recognize them. Instead, he walked straight toward Miguel. "Simon?" Miguel was delighted and immediately stood up to hug him. "It's been so long!" He turned to Laura and Jennifer. "Let me introduce you. This is my student, Simon Moore! He's my most accomplished student by far! Right now, he's one of the top lawyers in the country!" Simon smiled. "You're too kind, Mr. Gosling. I should have visited you long ago. I didn't expect to run into you here today."

But noticing Stuart’s obsequious smile directed at Elias, Simon held his tongue. Abby, relieved by Simon’s arrival, hissed, ‘Where have you been? What took you so d*mn long?’ Simon remained silent, and Stuart introduced him. ‘Lieutenant Colonel Westwood, this is my daughter’s husband, Simon Moncrieff. He’s a general surgeon at Rosedale.’ Stuart turned to Simon and continued, ‘Simon, this is Lieutenant Colonel Elias Westwood, the very man I’ve been raving about...’ Lieutenant Colonel Westwood...