Simon Spier Novels & Stories

"You sent spies into our territory. Do you have any idea what kind of damage they could have done?" "I assure you, Simön, I had no part in any espionage against your pack," Adrian replied smoothly, his voice calm and collected. "If you have any proof to the contrary, I'd be happy to discuss it with you." Simön sneered. "Oh, I have proof, all right. And I have witnesses. You can't deny what your people have been doing." Adrian leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And what have my people been doing, exactly?"

Spenser said with a warm smile. “You know I can’t say no to you,” Simon teased as they shook hands. Spenser laughed, a rich, bellyaching sound that seemed to pour out of his throat. “We both know you say that to all your top clients,” Spenser replied as they had their seat. “If I say otherwise, you won’t believe me,” Simon replied with a grin. “You, Simon Parker, have a way with words; it’s no surprise you got to where you are today,” Spenser stated as he signaled for a waiter.

I greeted and he nodded with a huge smile before leaving. “Never knew you could speak Spanish?” Selene whispered. “You never asked.” I giggled softly, fixing my dress. Then my eyes fell on him.____Mr Simon Lopez. My boss at BLUE FLAME SCIENTIFIC COMPANY. Dressed in a plain, sleek black suit, his shoes glistening with every step he took. What the hell was he doing here?

Simon looked up from his computer. Simon was six-foot-three, had sharply defined brows, a straight nose, and a pair of deep, cold yet mesmerizing eyes. Overall, he was ridiculously stunning. He glanced at me briefly, his expression indifferent. "No." Dr. Wilson, who was sitting across from him, raised his head in surprise. "Dr. Lawson, weren't you—" Simon shot him a sharp look, and Dr. Wilson promptly swallowed the rest of his sentence. Josie pressed on. "Then are you going out for dinner?"

"But not in drug development like you, Professor Hughes. That's too advanced for me. I'm just an ordinary person." When Jim met Simon earlier, the latter was driving a Bentley. There was no way Simon could be an ordinary person.

I run a mental hand down his black fur, assuring him that I’d never do it. “How do you know this,” Roger asks, sharp but curious. “I’ve never heard of this practice.” “Um…” Simon says, looking down at the table for a moment, perhaps a little embarrassed. “My mother…lives in one of these communities. I was born there.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. I hired Simon three years ago, selected him for his intelligence as well as his hard work and potential. We did a thorough background check on him and while I knew he came from a remote region, I was unaware of his unique connections to a priestess of the Goddess. I make a mental note to have a further discussion with him, both about his backgroun

While he may have chosen the hallucinogenic drugs over his own safety in the past, when it came to Hesper and the hallucinogenic drugs, he wouldn't hesitate for a moment—he would always choose Hesper. No one, and nothing, could harm Hesper. At that moment, Liam entered the room, and the doctor took Kenji away for treatment. Liam then informed Rickard, "The Simmons' representatives have arrived. You haven't had any previous dealings with this individual. "He's Sullivan Simmon's right-hand man, acting on behalf of Sullivan. His name is Murray Simmon." Rickard nodded, and then individuals entered from outside. "Mr. Chronos." Murray walked in and nodded slightly upon seeing Liam in front of him.

“As I said before, I’ve been living too long. I’m tired. Even if I closed my eyes, I can tell you everything that’s written in those history books that Seth has to study for school.” “Jeez, it’s tiring,” Luna said. “How many times have you been to high school?” Simon chuckled. “Me? Ahm, a lot more than 100 times. You haven’t seen my diplomas or graduation hat yet.” “So, what are your plans now that I am here? By your side?” “You don’t want to get married to me,” he said.

With that said, she turned to look at the backstage. Surrounded by ten or so international bodyguards, Simon walked to the stage in his black suit. With his fair skin and distinctive facial features, coupled with his dark blue eyes, he looked like an actual prince who walked out of a fairytale. The buttons on his suit were made of black diamonds, and it gave him an air of nobleness and lay-low luxury. An uproar began once he stepped to the stage. “Ahhhh! It’s him; Diamond Prince Simon! The number one chief executive officer in South Africa! The most charming man ever!”