Simon Vance Books Novels & Stories

“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

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.

And Mark, for all his faults, was a man I knew how to handle. Julian was a mystery that terrified me. I saw Julian’s personal assistant, Simon, standing by the truck with a clipboard. He was checking off items as they were loaded. I ran up to him, my breath coming in short gasps. “Simon! What is this?" I asked, gesturing to the truck. "Is Mr. Vane moving out?" Simon looked at me with a blank, professional face. "Yes, Mrs. Montgomery. Mr. Vane felt it was time to return to his penthouse in the city. He didn't want his presence here to cause any confusion once your husband returns."

"If you even twitch toward your weapon, Vance, I will personally feed you to the campus pack hounds before your squad can even lift their rifles." "And if Ashford somehow misses a spot, I am more than happy to break every single bone in your body, just for the fun of watching you crawl back to your masters," Simon adds, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that commands absolute terror. Rafael steps slightly forward, his dark gaze piercing straight through Vance's arrogant facade with royal authority that makes the enforcer's breath hitch. "You are standing in the presence of someone who holds more ancient bloodline authority than your entire council combined, so I suggest you d

VINCENT I pulled the door open with a force that almost removed the metal frame from its hinges. My eyes met with Simon's and I asked with a tight, angry tone, "What do you want?" He slipped his hands into his pocket. "I just want to talk. By the way, did she go home?" No, Simon. She did not. In fact, she is currently under my duvet, probably having flashbacks of our time together or regretting whatever we had done together since last night. Hopefully, it was the former.

I looked at him one more time, ready to get into my car and leave, when the bar door opened and Simon came out with Vicente beside him. His eyes dropped mine, and my knees weakened for the second time. “Amy, are you still here?” Vicente said, and my cheeks betrayed my mistake. “I’m just leaving,” I said, turning my body and grabbing the door handle. “You can continue your conversation.” “I just wanted to know what you did to Simon that made him so nervous this morning.” I stopped everything I was doing and turned my neck to look at Simon. He gestured for Vicente to stop talking immediately, but he continued.

What Ray really wanted to know was how Mary compared to Lucas. If she were only on Lucas's level, he could crush that faction outright without any hesitation. Channing glanced at Ray. Seeing that his expression remained calm and unreadable, Channing felt a flicker of disappointment. He had hoped to see some tension on Ray's face—if Ray grew uneasy, it would be much harder for him to refuse the proposal that was coming next. Still, he had to test the waters first. "Ray, let me introduce this man to you." Channing pointed at Simon. "His name is Simon. Like us, he's an ability user. His power is… communicating with satellites and reading all server data, bypassing any firewall."

"Ms. Emerson, we don't want to take you as our enemy. Let's make a deal. Hand Erica over. Then things will end right here. How about that?" Holding her breath, Hannah glanced up at him. Her clear eyes stared right into his own. "You're really forgetful," she said regretfully, looking at him as if she had given up on him. Then, she asked, "Did no one teach you not to stay too close to danger?" Simon immediately had a bad feeling. Yet, it was too late. With a whoosh, she flung the "Soil Analysis" book at him without a trace of hesitation. The book landed right on his head with a loud thud.

“You're avoiding the question, Grace! You're trying to make me look stupid! Answer the question! He doesn't want to be friends with me again, right?” After my outburst she had a somewhat sad expression on her face before she gently wiped my tears away from my face before taking my hand in hers. “You might want to sit down for this one, dear” “I'm confused, Grace. Why?” “Please just sit”. She said while she slowly guided me down to the mat. “Thank you. Where is Simon? And I'm seated right now aren't I? So tell me, what happened to him?” “Victoria, Simon is dead”

Close enough to see everything that mattered. Simon’s attention never left Chelle. The way he listened. The way his hand hovered at her back, protective without thinking. Chelle tilted toward him as if it were instinct, as if she’d always belonged in that space. Victoria’s gaze narrowed. She’d questioned it before—briefly but dismissed it . Simon didn’t make reckless choices. He valued image. And he would never cross a line with an assistant. An intern. That assumption had kept her comfortable. Now, watching them, comfort slipped.