Simon Vance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"Laura, you shouldn't even think about that. I've told you. Don't waste your time on the impossible." With that, he stood up and left her apartment. Laura watched him leave, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. But she couldn't stop her tears from falling. She must be mad to ask him such a humiliating question. Didn't she know his answer all along? … The weather was still cold in Haven City. A chilly breeze slipped through Simon's collar as he wandered the streets alone, as though the cold might help him regain clarity. He found himself increasingly disgusted with himself. He hated this feeling of losing control.

Clara asked. “Yeah, it has been a long day. I’m tired,” said Simon. “Let’s go home.” “Someone will pick me up, doc,” Clara said, smiling. “Oh, I see.” Simon smiled. “Then I’ll be ahead of you.” “Be careful, doc,” Clara said. Simon walked quickly out of the office. He went straight to the elevator and his car's basement parking lot. He immediately approached his vehicle but heard a voice from behind before he could open the door.

We'd been playing together long enough to move like a unit, and right now, that unit was saying, 'We've got your back. Simon stopped a few feet away, his breath coming out in nervous clouds. Up close, he looked even worse; his hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled as he'd slept in them, and there was something haunted in his eyes that made him look like a ghost of the confident guy I remembered. "Hey. Good morning." His voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "Morning." I kept my voice neutral, crossing my arms over my chest. "To what do I owe this visit?"

“Two words: Crescent Shade. ” I paused. “What?" His gaze locked on mine as he spoke in a halting voice. “Spencer Auster. That's his name, and that's all you're getting from me. He definitely wouldn't mind this. ” I snarled, pressing my claws deeper. "Tell me more. " Simon's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's going to kill… Every. Single. One. Of. You. " As I considered my next move, Simon's body tensed, and he jabbed an unseen dagger into

"The Whispering Caves, Alpha. Where worlds are nearest one to the other. Where echoes of past ages are present in the air, and on wind whispers hide things. There in deepest caverns we should be able to discover some trace or an echo of this. Simon." I sounded great, even to me. Tight, ominous, just nebulous enough to sound believable. And it would give me time. Time to find out more about this Simon business, time to… possibly… come up with an actual plan, or… worst case, time to gain Killian's loyalty, whether or not I was going to actually be able to save his pack.

His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattooed veins along his forearms. God. Why was that so attractive? The office itself was dark and masculine. Black shelves lined with books. Whiskey bottles glinting beneath warm lighting. Simon turned suddenly and I held my breath. His eyes landed directly on me and sharpened immediately. The silence stretched for one dangerous second before he spoke back into the phone. “I'll call you tomorrow.” Then he ended the call. I stepped backward instinctively . “Sorry, I was just looking for the kitchen.” Simon studied me silently. His gaze traveled slowly downward. Bare legs, tiny shorts, barefoot. The look in his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.

I whispered to him quietly, now knowing what Zach had meant by Simon sounding like a whale when he came. Zach used his other hand to cover the bottom half of the phone, preventing Simon from hearing us speak. "Every. Damn. Time," he replied just as quietly, looking so serious it made me giggle. He cracked his own smile before bringing the phone back to his ear. "Oh, that sounded like a good one, baby." I'm glad Simon wasn't one of my callers because I wasn't sure I'd be able to stay professional with that sound in my ear. I take care of my makeup before finally getting started on coffee.

Simon froze, his face a mask of panic. "What do you mean your biological mom is dead? You just saw Emily a few minutes ago," he stammered, trying to recover from his slip-up. Avery's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Come on, Simon. You just said Miranda Brown is late. Who is Miranda Brown?" "I don't know! I honestly don’t know," Simon blurted, his face growing redder by the second. "It just came out wrong because I was focused on the pineapples," he added lamely, glancing at the fruit as though it could somehow back him up.

Simon pushed the front door open with more force than necessary, loosening his tie as he stepped into the mansion. “Mom?” he called absentmindedly. “Mom?” There was No answer. The house felt too quiet. Then— “In the study.” Damon’s voice echoed from the study Simon’s jaw tightened slightly before he walked down the hallway. He already knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation and Johnson must have blabbed about what he saw earlier today He opened the study door.

he was grinning and happy to see him. “And who is this beautiful lady? I’m Simon,” He winked at me before offering for a handshake. He seemed a joyful person, opposite of Brent’s attitude. Before I could reach for his hand “No touching Vasquez!” Brent interrupted and I even heard him hiss. “Damn Davis, I never thought you could be this possessive, huh? Simon chuckled and shook his head.