Simon Vance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

of once having read it in a bedtime book for Alec. “Allow me to introduce you to Simon Evans. I'm sure you're going to hear a lot more about this young man." Beatrice commented, as proud of the boy as if she were talking about her own son "Simon, this is Aaron and Rose Vamcap from the Vamcap banking chain."

I nod, “Okay, have you guys had breakfast yet? Would you want to join me?” Vince answers, “Miss, it’s our job to follow you no matter where you go.” I shrug in response as I start to walk away and comment, “Just because you’re following me doesn’t mean you can’t sit and join me.” Simon chuckles, “I like the way you think, P.” I swear I can hear a small grunt behind me and I'm pretty sure Vince just elbowed Simon. Vince takes his job very seriously meanwhile Simon enjoys getting to mingle and interact with others. He's definitely a social butterfly.

Dumbstruck, all I could do was look at him blankly, what the hell did he mean? Simon advanced slowly, his footsteps echoing in the silence. “I heard you,” he said, his tone deceptively calm. I blinked, confusion stirring through the haze of panic. “What—?” “Your confession.” Simon stopped a few feet away, his towering presence pinning me in place. “To Draven.” The air in my lungs stilled. Oh Goddess. The world tilted slightly, my legs trembling under me. “Simon—” “Don’t,” he cut me off sharply, his voice dripping with venom. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”

I pushed the thought away before it pulled me too deep into memories I wasn't ready to face. Instead, I smirks, meeting his gaze. "So, when do I get to meet this so-called trainer of yours?" Simeon chuckled, swirling his whiskey again before taking a slow sip. "Eager, aren't we? You are eager to meet up even when you were against this at first?” "I just want to be prepared," I said, keeping my voice light. "If you're so convinced that Vivian is going to make a move, I'd rather be ready."

The first call went unanswered, but the second was picked up by a lazy voice. "Who's this?" Simon sat in the passenger seat of a van, leisurely picking his teeth after devouring a roast chicken, oblivious to the unidentified number on his phone. "Where are you?" Simon glanced at the surroundings outside and rolled his eyes. "What's there to talk about in the middle of nowhere?" Simon suddenly realized something was off. "Who are you?" There was no response from the other end of the phone. Simon knew that he had said something wrong and hung up anxiously.

Simon heard the closing of the door after which his mother, along with his uncle had been dragged out of the inner circle and everything around him seem to slow down. He stood there, reflecting on it all, and then he looked at Elder Samuel when he said to him; “Simone committed a grave sin this time. How are you going to deal with her?”

“Mr. Zane! Mr. William! Please, don’t leave yet! Just hear me out. This crisis is only temporary! The company won’t collapse! Please reconsider. Don’t pull your investment!” It was Jason. He ran fast, nearly grabbing the sleeve of one of the men several times, but they always managed to stay just a step ahead, their assistants blocking him. “Please, just listen…” Jason was drenched in sweat, and in his frantic sprint, he stumbled and fell hard onto the ground. He looked utterly pathetic. Finally, the two men stopped walking.

I whimpered and cried, thrashing in pain as he continued. "Oh Lord, Joshua, do you get off on beating those who can’t fight back or what?" a deep male voice said, laced with disgust. Joshua stopped hitting me. The man who spoke was tall. I could only see him through my blurry vision. "Simon, what the hell are you doing here?" Joshua growled. "I'm here to collect the flash drive," Simon said coolly. He crouched down and brushed hair from my face. "You hurt her." "None of your business. I'll send it to you. Now leave," Joshua panted.

"You do not need to tell me any of that." Simon's voice was flat, as if he were speaking about something that had nothing to do with him. "He is your son. Decide for yourself." Vivian's eyes widened slightly. From the system screen, I could see the numbers tracking her heartbeat rising. Maybe she was wondering why Simon did not argue with her the way he always did. The air went silent. In the end, Vivian seemed to resign herself and sighed. She set down the suitcase, bent over, and picked up the pieces of broken porcelain.

"I have known Samantha for so long. Whether you believe me or not, she never hurt any human before. And, she hates troubles. This is the first time she troubles herself for a human. You are the first. So I'm sure you mean something to her." "Stop talking. I'm sleeping." Morgan grumbles. He doesn't want to listen to any of Simon's words. Because, as he gets every piece of information from him, he gradually feels he misunderstood her and he doesn't like the feeling. Since Morgan frankly asks Simon to end the conversation, Simon doesn't push him. He focuses on driving and after a few turns, they reach Morgan's home address. However, as they get closer and closer to the Heirden's old and small h