Simon Pure 소설 & 이야기

Shawty told him Simon glared at the assistant and asked, "Is this how you work? Is this your work tactic? Then you don’t have to work here anymore." Simon said it in a cold voice. The assistant's face turned white. He fell to his knees. "Sir, I am really sorry. I am just muddled for some moments," he pleaded. Simon ignored him; he looked at Shawty. "Let’s go," he told her. Shawty nodded. They walked out of the room. Soon they stopped at a door. Simon dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a string of keys. Shawty was surprised when she saw this.

You cleared everything out so ruthlessly… but aren't you hurting yourself too? Tessa knew more than anyone just how much pain it would take to completely rip herself out from her love of seven years. We talked for a long while before ending the call. Then, there was a knock on the door. A tall, lean werewolf stepped inside. His features were sharp and refined, silver hair tied back with a black ribbon. He carried a calm, elegant presence—but beneath it was a quiet, commanding power. It was Simon. A pureblood Alpha from the northern lineage, the one who had helped me fake my death. Now, he was my business partner.

She called after him, just as he was about to shut the door. Leaving the room, Simon headed outside. He was dressed in a white tee-shirt and brown leather shorts. One of the latest collections from the Saden-Men, a designer brand that sent him samples of most of their new collections before it hit the market. With Simon being a fashionable man, they believed that he was the best person to offer their brand the visibility and brand identity they needed. He stepped onto the porch. The afternoon sun felt warm on his skin, with a mix of the chilly wind coming from the surrounding plants in the environment, causing a warm and chilly feeling at the same time. It felt awesome.

"I have gathered everything that will ensure he spends the rest of his life in prison, the same as his greedy company followers." "Good. Thank you for your efforts," I mumble as I pick up my coat. "Be sure to call the cops. We need to go see those bastard humans." I follow Josh out to where the car is parked. "Good morning, sir," Simon says. "Good morning, Simon," I say, smiling. Simon is a human and my driver. He drives me around anytime I visit the human realm. He is unlike any other human I’ve met. He is not greedy for the possessions of others. That is why I like him. Simon slides open the back seat for me. Josh joins him in the driver’s seat.

Severin looked at Simeon and replied calmly, "You're not too bad yourself. People are not wrong about you. You are as strong as they said you are." Simeon had the highest attainment among all of the prodigies present there. For, he was already a mid-stage level three paragon. A truly remarkable prodigy and one of the most eligible bachelors in Southsky. However, Severin thought otherwise. To him, Simeon was just an ordinary guy.

Simon said as Sabrina watched him stagger to the darker side of the office, soon he was back with a box. "Seat," he ordered. Sabrina watched as he pulled out a liquid substance. Simons's hair fell towards his forehead as he slowly poured the substance on the dry wool, "this might hurt a little," he said and Sabrina couldn't help but remember kai. He was this caring but all along his pack and family are monsters. "Let's just get this done sharply, sleepy," she said, Simon gazed at her one last time before nodding his head. "The plan might not really work but my men will try their best," Simon muttered.

When I saw what was inside, I immediately turned every shade of crimson. There was a cat-ear headband, a maid costume, a thong with a fluffy tail attached, and a massive black toy that was long and girthy. I was flabbergasted. I immediately grabbed the box again, ready to throw everything out, but the app on my phone seemed to detect my emotions and intentions. "Beep! Player 001 is detected to be unwilling to follow instructions. A Low-Tier Punishment will be given immediately!" My phone suddenly buzzed again, but this time, it was a text message from my General Manager, Harry Dawson.

Instead of feeling discouraged, the guy grabbed his whiskey and approached me. “Hi,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Simon.” I stared at his hand and then looked at him straight in the eye. “And I could afford to pay for my own drink. And even if I couldn’t, I’m pretty sure the guy I came here with could.” He looked surprised by my response, but instead of apologizing, he retracted his hand and chuckled. “It’s okay, you do not need any introductions after your show with Blaze Maguire. You’re pretty good. I’m very impressed.”

I try to forget everything, but Dante is difficult to forget, especially when he always leaves his scent lingering on me whenever he comes around. I try to get some sleep but nothing works, so I decide to go for a walk. Hopefully, the mansion is big enough for me not to run into Dante again. The terrace is as grande as the rest of the house, and since the night is quiet, it's the perfect place to hang out for a while. However, my moment of peace is stolen when the door opens and Simon makes his way over to me. A big smile is plastered on his face, and he is wearing a white shirt and black pants. He's good looking, but younger than Dante. He's majestic, like a beta should be.

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.