Wilhelm And Simon Novels & Stories

If he was saying that he would not let her die easily that meant he would make his last effort to make her life hell but didn't permit her to die. He walked out of the room. She saw his back with teary eyes. Simon was the kind of man whose enmity was destruction for his rival. He belonged to a strong political background. As a beloved nephew of a powerful politician, no one dared to entangle with this tyrant and Sia killed his wife. In the Bangalow,

“Looks like it, sir. But if I have to be honest, it’s not a bad move either. It might actually work.” Simon tossed the tablet away and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew his brilliant assistant had a point, but at the same time, he felt a piercing impulse to put an end to this damn thing once and for all. He just couldn’t stand it, you know. The thought of Elena with that idiot Richard. Even though the rumours were as fake as they could be, and it was just for the media’s sake, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit possessive and territorial over the woman he had come to consider his own.

“And I suspect that tonight I am the priest.” Wilhelma laughed, her eyes meeting those of the vampires to either side. “That is so. This is Oliev and Brygen,” she introduced the two vampires. “They are high priest and priestess, a mated pair.” “Greetings,” Thaelen inclined his head to them. “They have been trying to convince me to be third for centuries,” Wilhelma added with indulgent amusement. “She is our third, she just likes to make us work for it,” Olieve stroked her hand up Wilhema’s arm, lifting her face so that Wilhelma bowed to kiss her full lips.

The guys all spoke loudly, rough housing with one another. Gerwulf cleared his throat and they all stopped, straightening up. He pulled me to his side, putting an arm around my waist. "I'd like you to meet your future Luna." His voice was staying neutral as if he was trying to force himself to not sound too excited. One of the guys, who was sitting by himself furthest from the others laughed hard," yeah we know. You haven't shut up about her for years." His gaze landed on me and he winked causing Gerwulf to give him a warning growl," I'm Simon, the gamma." He had almost white blonde hair, his eyes looked a light pink with blue mixed. "Before you ask, yes I'm albino. No my wolf isn't white, a

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony with you, Mr. Wilbur. I hope we can collaborate again in the future." "Of course," Wilbur nodded, adding, "I mean if the Holy Illuminati Church offers adequate compensation, I would naturally be willing to work with you again." In reality, Wilbur was uninterested in continuing the conversation with Aisha. He had noticed Symon's eyes glinting with murderous intent, clearly desiring the Light Helmet for himself. To avoid becoming Symon's enemy, Wilbur decided to shift Symon's focus onto Aisha.

“How fitting.” “Will, don’t,” Maximus warned. “Don’t what?” Wilhelm cocked his head. “Tell you how wonderful it is that my baby brother has now both the High Alpha of Wolfham title and the King Consort title? When I’ve been relegated to the fucking sidelines to play chess with the other old cunts. When I should be on the fucking field.” Maximus shook his head. “I didn’t ask for this,”

His gaze turned even colder. "I have a hunch that what happened back then will repeat itself," Isabelle remarked softly. "The difference is that back then, what Nathaniel and I shared was fake—this time, he has genuine feelings for Violet." Carl's fingers curled into fists. Among the three influential families, the Simmons family was extraordinarily powerful. They were more or less on par with the Walkers. He may be able to act rashly against the Whites, but he couldn't afford to mess with the Simmons. The consequences would be too dire.

“Good evening, Charlotte, if I may call you that. I’m Simon Felix. It’s nice to meet you. I apologize if I sound too forward, must say, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” His words put a smile on Areiza’s face, and she said, “Thank you, Simon. You are too kind. Anyway, it’s still early. Why don’t we get to know each other first?” There was very little that she knew about Simon. Edward never skimped on compliments each time he mentioned Simon. So, she was always curious about this man. “That’s a great idea!” Simon flashed her a tender smile and said, “My father has been Mr. Wilson’s friend for many years. I, myself, am running a company.”

Simon barked at his men as they all scurried out along with the two brothers. Amos slowly sat down on the floor near the coffin as tears burned his vision. His son was killed and he couldn't do anything. He'd make sure to give those f*ckers a painful death and takes his son's revenge. He'd finish the whole race of werewolves once and for all. Simon stopped the car with a screeching sound outside the building as he alighted his car with his men and dashed inside the building. Axel and his little bitch were in hiding but the scapegoat still lives in this building. And if Simon could get a hold of that Joshua guy Evelyn would come running to him.

It turned out the look Wilson and Simon had exchanged during the wedding hadn't been a battle of wills. It had been an exchange of information. On the surface, Simon had rejected Wilson's demand. In truth, he'd laced his words with hidden meaning. After reading between the lines, one would understand that he meant that he didn't want to be humiliated in public. He would fight Wilson to the death if the latter dared snatch Ivory from under his nose. But if Wilson were willing to back down, Simon would hand Ivory over to him once the wedding was over.