Simon Blackburn Think Novels & Stories

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I challenge, testing the absolute limits of their sudden, obsessive devotion. "Then we burn down their precious council chambers first, leaving nothing behind except a clear message that Blackthorn belongs exclusively to you," Jayson answers immediately, a dark, lethal smile spreading across his face. Simon nods sharply, unpinning his academy champion badge and dropping it carelessly onto the dusty floor between us as a permanent symbol of his defiance. "I am done playing by their rules, and I am definitely done pretending I care about anything other than making sure you win this war."

“The last thing I need as well as my pack is coming to an agreement with a long-age rival. Who knows if you are trying to play on our intelligence because that is what the Night Blaze is good at,” “Gosh, Simon. Try to trust me on this. If this were not serious, I would not be sitting here talking to you.” “But you are standing now,” “What difference does it make?” I say with a lot of frustration. “Look, Simon, let us just reach an agreement on this and I promise that after that, we could go back to the long age rivalry, I don’t care.” I see as his expression switches which give me a glamor of hope because it makes me think he his about to agree to work with me on this. But the words that com

Did you see how pissed he looked after that? "Yeah," Simon said. He still could not explain how he felt he knew these people. He made a mental note to look up Peter Brooklyn's website where he explained the intricacies of reincarnation. "I'm going to check out the restaurant to see if I might spot him there," Simone said, filling the silence. "Are you interested in coming along?" "Not today," he replied. "I have an important business meeting online that I need to attend." "Okay see you around later then," she said, getting up.

What does Alex have on him? Simeon exhales and runs a hand across his face. Capital. Control. Perhaps something more serious. It's of no consequence. He went with his side. Elizabeth looks at him, her own steely with tenacity. We have to strike back then—immediately. Simeon raises the resignation letter and crushes it in his fingers. We will now. Watching the man sit opposite him, Alex reclines in his chair, smirking. The top Blackwood Corporation investors, all with thoughtfully determined price tags. Swirling the whisky in his glass, Alex remarks, "You have all been patient."

Ryan's POV I stared at the monitor displaying Lance's holding room, my knuckles white from gripping the edge of the desk. The security footage from last night played in my mind on repeat - Serena bound to that chair, that monster's hands on her. "Mr. Blackwood, what should we do with him?" Simon asked quietly beside me. My jaw clenched so tight I could hear my teeth grinding. "Make him disappear." "Sir?" "You heard me." I turned to face my most trusted assistant. "Not dead. I want him alive and suffering. Find the most remote facility we own. Somewhere no one would think to look."

Simon confessed. Damien’s expression turned cold. “What?” “Boss, there’s no forgiveness for my act. I’m apologizing for breaking your trust and being a thief,” he said, closing his eyes tightly as he waited for Damien’s response but got none. The phone was silent, and this made Simon start sobbing. “I’m ready for any punishment, even death,” he said, crying. “Who is blackmailing you?” Damien’s voice finally spoke, causing Simon to immediately wipe his tears, then clear his throat.

I said, concern etched to my face. "It sounds like you're accusing me. If I decide to act on the punishment I received from Ezekiel when he was the ruler of this place, I will ask for the wolves to be slain or make sure their foods are poisoned." Simon said, his voice filled with wickedness and I began to understand who he truly was. Unwilling to help people get out of trouble even if he could. That's just the best way to describe him now.

“I’ll help you both. This is bigger than you realize.” Cassandra and I turned to Simon. There was a steely resolve in his gaze. A determination that told me he was more than just a friend offering comfort. “Simon, what do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He took a deep breath. “I didn’t just come back to Edendale for Owen’s funeral,” he explained. “Since you’re dealing with the Blackwoods, I owe you both the truth. I’m with Interpol. For the past few years, I’ve been working undercover on a major drug trafficking case. We’ve been hunting down the people behind it. All signs point to the Blackwood family.”

"Save this party from itself." I bumped fists with Simon on the way by. He'd done as he was told, dressed in black, down to what looked like polished dress shoes. The whole getup, combined with his dark hair, pale skin and black-rimmed glasses made him look like an anemic baby vampire with no taste in clothing. "Hey, Syd." His nose wiggled his glasses back up into place.