Simon Ghost の小説・ストーリー

"You're going to be fine, little brother." Simon's phone rang, interrupting the silence and he stood up to pick it. He answered the call, a frown on his face at seeing that it was an unknown number. "Hello?" "It's Giovanni," the person introduced themself and Simon let out a surprised gasp. "Sir!" he exclaimed. "I—" "Stop panicking," Giovanni told him. "How is your little brother?" The omega rubbed his forehead, sneaking a glance at Mike. "He's still... getting better and I just—"

"I'm just here to keep a promise. I told you the North would always be your sanctuary. Sanctuaries can be portable." I took a step back, my heart starting to race. "Simon, I told you—" "I know what you said," he interrupted. "But I also said the North will always be your sanctuary." He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. The hand that commanded armies was now open, hesitant. "I spent fifteen years searching for a ghost. I spent the last year learning to let you be free. Now... I'm just a man, standing on a coast, wondering if it has room for one more."

"Someone is using an encrypted tunnel to send data out of the house. It's a ghost-chat protocol." "Is it Lucas?" "No. This is a sub-account. And it’s talking to a satellite phone." Her face went pale as she intercepted the signal. "I’m bridging the audio. Listen." The speakers crackled before a deep, raspy voice filled the room. It was Simon. "The job isn't finished," Simon hissed. "The girl is still breathing. I don't like failing. You told me the cabin would be a clean sweep." A second voice responded. It was heavily distorted, a robotic drone that masked any identity.

He picked up a black stone, glowing faintly. “This will mask my scent, Steve won't know I am close," he said with a dark smile. Then he picked up a tiny bottle of silver powder looked at it then smiled to himself. “And this will weaken him if he tries to fight.” Simon wasn’t planning to fight, not at first. He wanted Gabby to come with him willingly and agree to be with him, not because he just wanted her, but because they were meant to be together. But if things didn’t go as planned, he had to fight to have her.

My heart sank in an instant, and I felt chills run up my spine. The ghoul holding the cleaver, Trilius, sped up and reached for Simon. With a swing of his cleaver, Simon’s head rolled and came to a stop right by my feet. Trilius wiped away the spray of blood that had landed on his face and grinned menacingly at me. “Do you know him?” I denied it with everything I had, and shook my head so vigorously that it felt like it would fall off. “I don’t know him, I really don’t. I’m just a humble food vendor!”

Cleo couldn't help but sigh at the sight. Simon has been restless since the last thing he saw on the screen was the rescue squad getting swallowed by a sandstorm. He was advised to stay in the wheelchair by the healer, but he began striding back and forth in long strides. "Simon, you need to relax. They most certainly entered through a portal, as this is a mutant monster's lair. It happens now and then." Simon was aware of it, but his trauma was causing him to become restless. In his mind, he could see the team's dead bodies lying limp and lifeless on the floor.

I don’t know why I didn’t scream for the others to help, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me, so I stood rooted to the floor. “I do not mean to frighten you, Ryan. I am here because I need help, and you are the only one I believe can help me. Will you hear me out, please?” I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. He took three steps closer to me. There was only a foot of distance between us. His scent hit me hard—he smelled of wildflowers and trees. I loved wildflowers. He chuckled as if he knew what his close proximity was doing to me. What the hell is wrong with me? I seem to be getting turned on by every damn guy, I need to get my shit together. “My name is Simon. My people are being frame

Hazel went on to ask, "What do you do for a living?" Simon’s eyes went a bit deeper. "You have brought me here, and you still want to hide your identity from me?" Hazel folded her arms across her chest and looked at him like a smile. Simon put down the cutlery and smiled with a bit of seriousness, "Since you really want to know me, then I will fulfill your wish. I am the king of the dark world." Hazel was drinking water. Hearing what Simon said, she started choking and spit it all over Simon’s food. Chester’s face changed, he quickly removed the food and replaced it with fresh food.

“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

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”