Simon Vance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

He cried. "Half a million! Would half a million suffice for all the times I've been there for you. Will it suffice for the trust and love I have for you? What can half a million do for you Timothy?" Simon asked, annoyed. "Who are they, who wants me dead?" He asked Timothy who hesitated to talk. "Help him." Simon told the guard who jumped into action immediately with Timothy screaming in pain.

Simon said after a moment’s pondering. “You can go.” Simon was deep in thought as he walked Harvey to the hospital exit. He hesitated for a while, and in the end, he decided to speak. “Harvey, I’m not sure if you’re telling the truth.” “But Hector Thompson is one of the Four Young Masters of Wolsing…” “If everything you say is true, he won’t stop until you’re dead.” “A young master from Wolsing wouldn’t swallow his pride that easily.” Harvey froze. He never expected Simon, of all people, to actually speak this way.

“Jimmy” Simon called out to his driver who was standing next to him, while he had breakfast on the grand dining table. “Yes Sir” Jimmy responded quickly. “Where are the files for the new PA you said HR recruited?” Simon had a suspicious expression while he waited patiently for what his driver had to say. “I'm sorry about that Sir, here are the files” Simon chucked in the glass of water and after using a napkin to wipe his mouth, he opened the brown paper file handed to him by Jimmy.

On the contrary, if Cedric had not spoken up on his behalf out of their old ties, Simon was sure he would already be dead by now. As luck would have it, a cab happened to drive by. Simon threw the door open, jumped inside, and barked, "Drive!" The driver stared at him in shock. "Dude, are you practicing for Halloween? Why are you covered in blood?" Simon's face contorted with pain, and he roared, "Are you going or not? One more word and I'll take you out with one strike!" Terrified, the driver slammed on the gas and sped off.

We all laughed towards his call before I went ahead to start up a conversation with him. He gave an aggressive voice tune as we started the conversation and also demanded I place the phone at a loud volume so everyone around me could listen to what his about to say he made that sentence fear gripped my soul making the excitement die within a few minutes. " Damian, Peter and also my lovely Leah this is a strong warning to you all. Don't ever in your spoilt and terrified life try to attack me or send in an assassin to get me down" Simon gave a crazy laugh making we three present at the scene cause his words" Stay away from the hotness of fire if anyone did not tell you as kids and stay far fro

I took Simon to the door and he whispered in my ear: —I think we'll have a lot of noise during the storm. A good time for me to take off your panties and lick you all over. Simon was a delicious pervert. I knew exactly what was happening between my legs at that very moment. When he was almost getting into the truck I called out his name, my eyes lit up as he turned to me opening that beautiful smile and ruffling his hair, the way my heart missed a beat.

My eyes grew wide in awe. Was he the one doing all of this? How? What was this? Simon soon began to cough and splutter and choke. His face was slowly turning blue and his eyes were rolling in their sockets. “I didn't quite hear you, Mr. Hills. What are you trying to say?" "Sign… I… Sign… Hannah…” Simon's blue face continued to intensify and his speech was less and less coherent. Mr. Dalton remained impassive, not taking his eyes off him. "I can't hear you.”

What do you think? Something flashed inside his mind, but Simon immediately shook his head to erase it at the back of his brain. Simon heaved a deep breath. ''Well, Kyle... Thank you for the useless advice and opinion... Fuck you.'' "Fuck you too, man. Bye...'' The call was ended, and Simon leaned his back on his elegant office chair. He felt such doubt in his system, so he decided to call Marcus. Simon heard a ring, followed by Marcus’ husky masculine voice.

Simon cringed and sighed deflatedly as his shoulders sloughed off. He didn't hide his disappointment upon seeing their friends and just pointed where his brother was sitting. Suddenly, he regretted being a blabbermouth and scolded himself inwardly as to why did he not thought of calling his Sandra sissy instead. He shook his head vigorously. “Who were you expecting to come?” Levi queried as he passed by Simon. The latter stood up straight in instant, like a soldier who have seen his commander on the way. Levi's low tone voice made the poor guy shook his head profusely and showed off his pearly white teeth.

Simon placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, a gesture of mutual trust. “Vicente, don’t let Warren get near her. Not even an inch. If he tries anything, get him away by any means necessary.” “Understood,” Vicente replied in a deep, firm voice. Simon pulled me into a long kiss—a mixture of goodbye and fear. “I’ll be back to pick you up in the late afternoon.”