Simon Vance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Sanders’s sleeve. Her lips trembled slightly. Simon also felt an inexplicable sense of panic. It was as if something terrible was slowly unfolding before him. His chest felt tight, like a heavy weight was pressing down on it. He gritted his teeth and forced the feeling away. Then something suddenly occurred to him. A calm, confident smile returned to Simon’s face. His voice carried the certainty of someone who believed he had already won. “Fine. Since all of you keep insisting that Sophie is dead, then where is her body?”

He grumbled, "If you're sick, you should see a doctor. Are you throwing a tantrum again because you're scared of shots and medicine? "Open the door, or I'm coming in!" Just as the door began to shake under his forceful kick, Simon suddenly froze. His assistant whispered something in his ear, and the frantic urgency in Simon's voice vanished instantly. His hand rested on the door, but he no longer tried to push inside.

Ken, knowing how cold Damien could be. “How’s his health?” the vice president asked. “He’s still recovering, but he should be back on his feet by the end of the month. Follow my advice; I’ll cover your pay,” Simon said before ending the call with a sigh. His phone rang again, and he picked up quickly. “Have you found her?” he asked. “Yes, sir. On our way to California,” the caller confirmed, allowing Simon a brief moment of relief before hanging up. At the Vladimir estate, Old Man Vladimir scrutinized the new structure Daniel had presented, scoffing in disapproval.

Six weeks of secrets and stolen nights and filthy memories that still made me wet just thinking about them. I took a slow breath. “…Take me to Cain.” The car pulled away from the curb. Behind us, Simon hadn’t moved. Reporters swarmed him but his eyes stayed on the car until we turned the corner. My phone vibrated again with another message from Simon: This isn’t over.

The veterans were determined and strong. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Simon clicked his tongue at the stubborn veterans. “If you are offering me your hearts, it would be rude of me not to rip them out of your chests.” He spoke the most horrifying words in the most casual tone. God knew how many people he had killed.

the boys chorused before running along to catch up with Ashley. “These kids will be the end of me,” Simon began, letting out a curt chuckle as we walked along the hallway. “And to think I had actually started considering the fact that Veronica might have had something to do with their disappearance.” “Can you imagine? I actually felt the same way. It’s crazy,” I responded, and we proceeded into his study, which happened to be the closest room from where we were. As soon as I got in, he shut the door, and I relaxed on the couch while he settled into one of the visitor’s seats, turning it to face me.

"I was standing here minding my own business while that one snoozed and then suddenly there was a sizzling sound and the dead rogues just vanished!" "And why didn't you come get us?" I demanded. "You were busy." Simon laughed as a knowing look formed in his eyes. "Thought better of bothering you otherwise lover boy may have killed me." "He isn't wrong." Travis quipped. "Shut up." I growled elbowing Travis in the gut. "For something this important you could have come and gotten us." "I value my life." Simon continued stoically. "Smart man." Travis mused only to stop as I gave him a look.

Hearing the footsteps and voices approaching, I sucked down my breath, scared to breathe too heavily in case it alerted the sick fuckers that I was awake. "I can, but I need you to buy me some time." She requested before, yet again, silence consumed my mind. I may have only gotten a few minutes with Ava, but it was all I needed to know I would get out! Or die trying! "Hey, princess! Nice to see you back with us!" Simon sneered; stepping into my vision, I closed my eyes, refusing to acknowledge him in any way other than pursing my lips. "I was worried I hit you too hard; you've been out for hours!" He finished his knuckles, running up the length of my leg salaciously.

He was beyond livid and wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off his face. Simon straightened to his full height and nodded at his men. “Make sure nothing breaks. I don’t want him dead before the time comes.” The two muscular men of his nodded their heads. Simon gave Richard one last look and headed out of the room, the sound of Richard’s screams filling his ears. As he slid inside the backseat of the car, he grabbed his phone once again and checked the location. “Where to, sir?” His driver asked from the front seat. Simon’s lips tugged upwards, staring at the map. “I guess we are going for a long drive.”

A quick meeting with Simon at sunrise for a letter with small crumbs of truth to prove that I can trust him. I sneak up on a clearing and see an on-edge Simon sitting on a boulder waiting for me. I hang back for a minute, watching him in his loneliness. You can learn a lot about a man by observing what they do in silence. Simon watches a butterfly as it dances around, slowly he extends his hand and it lands on his finger briefly. A smile forms on Simon’s face as he closes his eyes and sighs happily. “I miss you, my butterfly,” he whispers as flutters away from him on a breeze.