Simon Pure Romane & Geschichten

everything. “Simone…….”

Who would have thought that the man and his mini-me would be moving into her house in a blink of an eye? “What do you think, President Zachary?” Quinn asked him rather politely. Simon’s expression remained unchanged, and he said without the slightest hesitation, “That sounds good. Thank you, Old Master, for your kind hospitality.” Upon saying these words, he looked at Sharon, his obsidian eyes filled with hidden intent.

Vanessa's lipstick was still smeared across his collar. "I didn't think that." "Yeah? 'Cause that's EXACTLY how you act." My voice cracked, loud and sharp. Pudding paced at my feet, anxious. Shayne had that look again—the one he wore every time he blocked me, waiting for me to beg. Smug. Condescending. Like he still had me on a string. The Chat Feed popped off: [Shay's such a stubborn jerk. He's obsessed with Ley but pretending he's some cold-hearted bad boy.]

the woman asked. “No, maybe I know. Okay, thank you,” said Simon. He walked back to the stall where he had bought coffee. “Sir, I’ve been making your coffee for a while.” said the woman. “Isn’t it over before?” Simon asked. “Your friend took the first coffee.” the woman said. “My friend?” Simon asked with a frown. “The hooded man. He said he is your friend because he’s your nephew’s friend.” said the woman. Simon suddenly remembered Seth, so he picked up his phone and called it. He immediately greeted Seth as he answered his call.

Simon announces holding the power control under his thumb grinning from ear to ear. Fuck! He had this planned.

He also had the British accent that made them swoon…and made them easy to compel and use as food. That was besides the point. Simeon had more personality than the rest of us. One would think he was unserious all his life but he was an extremely powerful Pureblood. He taught me a lot, not just about fighting and being a skilled Pureblood, but he made this lonely life of a vampire a lot more interesting. He was turned before I was and was under Ambrose’s care before I and Emily came into the picture. He was also a good leader: I had that the European Kingdom was thriving in imports and exports. Gold was the mineral that was mined and it was bringing in a lot of money.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Simon took it, and Zhou Jingbo got close to him and lit the lighter for him. They both spat out a mouthful of smoke at the same time. Simon said lightly, "What did you get?" "Haha." Ying Jingbo smiled wryly. "What do you think?" Simon was not surprised. She looked inside and said, "Although this is not smart enough, she... is not pure-minded. It's easy for people to use her like this. If she doesn't say it, it means there's something wrong." "..." Tan Jingbo frowned. He knew that Simon was telling the truth.

Simon retorted with disdain, "What right do I have? It's because I, Simon Gaal, managed to get rid of this useless trash all by myself! "He's nothing but a sweet-talker and pretty face who won over the hearts of young women like Fran and Lauren. Even a hundred Andrews wouldn't be a match for a real man like me!" Simon scoffed and laughed aloud.