Simon Vance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Simon chuckled as he walked towards Eric. “Who are you?” Eric said as his grip on his gun tightened as his eyes narrowed. He definitely wasn’t used to talking to strangers that just appeared from nowhere. Let, alone one that was armed. “Take it easy, man.” Simon raised his hands in surrender. “ My name is Simon. I’m here for the same cause as you. Vampires. Although we may have met before, but not directly.” “I don’t remember seeing your face anywhere.” Eric was skeptical .

It was a thank you for being there, for offering a genuine concern that was rare in the tangled web of her life. There was a pause on the other end, a moment of quiet understanding that seemed to bridge the gap between them. "Of course, Gabriella," Simon's voice held a warmth that mirrored the fading sunlight. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" The vulnerability of his offer resonated within her, a gesture that spoke of a deeper connection they had been navigating. Her gaze turned back to the cityscape, a canvas of shifting colors that seemed to mirror the complexity of her emotions. "I appreciate that, Simon," she replied softly. "It means more than you know."

Did you see how pissed he looked after that? "Yeah," Simon said. He still could not explain how he felt he knew these people. He made a mental note to look up Peter Brooklyn's website where he explained the intricacies of reincarnation. "I'm going to check out the restaurant to see if I might spot him there," Simone said, filling the silence. "Are you interested in coming along?" "Not today," he replied. "I have an important business meeting online that I need to attend." "Okay see you around later then," she said, getting up.

Someone had remembered, and someone had twisted that history into something newer and worse. Simon climbed out of the backseat, carrying a portable case in one hand and a glowing scanner in the other. “Give me sixty seconds and I’ll tell you if we’re screwed,” he muttered, already in motion. He was always like this in the field: short-tempered, hyperfocused, and unwilling to explain anything until he had readings in hand.

He pondered and pondered, but he still couldn’t come up with a defensive answer. “Since you can’t figure it out yet, go ahead and keep drinking. Simon, you are an excellent man. You are a smart, charming, kind-hearted. And there is so much more to you than all of that. Lots of women would probably throw themselves at you given the chance!” Vanessa said, as she also raised her glass and gulped her whiskey down. Simon chuckled at her remark and gulped down the rest of his alcohol. Gradually both of them get drunk. Once they were done drinking, they helped each other out of the bar and held a cab to the roadside.

Simon: We should meet tonight. A pause. Simon’s eyes flicked to the screen, sharp now. Vivienne: Tonight might be difficult. That made him laugh low, amused, dangerous. Simon: Vivienne, don’t confuse freedom with hesitation. You just cleared your board. Don’t stall now. He waited. Five seconds. Ten. Then her reply came. Vivienne: Fine. Where? Simon’s smile widened. Simon: My place. I’ll send the address. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and pulled out of the lot, already planning ten steps ahead.

My eyes widened in horror, my lips twitched big I didn’t even know what to say. “I—“ I stuttered. “My family, they—“ “I know,” he came closer. “Simon spilled the beans.” “Where’s he?!” “Locked him up in Marr. We’ll deal with him later.” “No, no, no, you guys are making a mistake! Simon might not be strong but that brain of his, I tell you he’s two steps ahead of us!”

Simon said standing and gently taking my hand. "Vampires aren't real. I don't know what happened to you the last two years, but now that your home we can get you the help you need" Simon told me nicely as he pet my hand like he would an injured puppy. Is he trying to call me crazy? Of course he is! It's Simon! I pulled my hand back . "Sy I'm not crazy" I said a little offended by his assessment of my sanity. The expression on his face was enough to know he didn't believe me.

She shut her eyes and took her shower. If only she had money, she would never have to worry about anything. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── SIMON Whenever Simon said he was going to do something, he always delivered. He was a man of his word. It was one of the reasons why he was who he was today. If he made a decision, nobody could stop him. Not until her. Zoey. Simon had long made up his mind to not listen to any of her recordings at ‘Compagnon Incognito’ because he was trying to be as transparent as possible and he didn’t want to snoop behind anyone’s back to get information, but how could he not want the recordings?

Like someone performing for an audience. He reaches for the microphone and I hear someone whisper about being the mic before Simeon goes on to address us. “Good morning. I’m Mr. Simeon Sinclair.” His voice is velvety and rich, smooth but gruff at the same damn time and I can feel myself growing more irritated by the passing seconds. “I look forward to getting to work with all of you and I hope we can make P.E something you enjoy and not endure.”