Simon Pure の小説・ストーリー

Simon wore a simple linen-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black-framed glasses, looking very ordinary, except for a necklace around his neck. Chris could not wait and opened the door. He examined Simon’s necklace closely. It was a black chain with a small silver pendant. Seeing Chris looking, Simon glanced down, touched the pendant, and smiled. “Looks familiar, doesn’t it? Your mother should have one too. The number 0621 is my birthday, and the number on mine…” “…is my mother’s birthday,” said Chris. He stepped aside to let Simon in. Opposite them were the rooms of Collin and Jaden.

"Reverand, I need your help…" Simon spoke on the phone for quite a long time and in forty minutes, a light-skinned man dressed in a long white cassock came in and found him alone sitting on the chair conversing with Queen as if he was crazy. He didn't see him come in. The reverend stood behind him and listened to his monologue and was baffled, "What kind of faith is his! Surely the good Lord will not abandon him!" He meditated and tapped on him, "Son!" Simon jolted,

The hologram shimmered to life instantly, the familiar, sculpted form of the archangel materializing above my wrist. “Hi, Angelina.” I ignored it. Him. I tapped my wrist against the geek’s payment terminal, watching the 3000 kroner vanish from my display with a sickening finality. The boy, now a man who had gotten everything he’d bargained for and more, beamed at me, his earlier predatory smirk softened into a look of dazed, grateful infatuation. “Anytime,” he said, his voice a little too eager. “If you need anything else… updates, hardware, anything… you know where I am, I am Simon by the way.”

Simon was holding his breath when Lilian stood in front of him. Pulling an all casual expression, she voiced out, "What's with your look? Aren't you happy marrying the love of your life?" Lilian gave Evana a smiling look and then again turned to Simon. Shane got there and stood beside Lilian. For some reason, Simon looked somewhat familiar but he wasn't sure where he saw him. "You?" Gulping hard, Simon spoke up, "Sir, I am Simon Caldwell, a project manager of your company."

I run a mental hand down his black fur, assuring him that I’d never do it. “How do you know this,” Roger asks, sharp but curious. “I’ve never heard of this practice.” “Um…” Simon says, looking down at the table for a moment, perhaps a little embarrassed. “My mother…lives in one of these communities. I was born there.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. I hired Simon three years ago, selected him for his intelligence as well as his hard work and potential. We did a thorough background check on him and while I knew he came from a remote region, I was unaware of his unique connections to a priestess of the Goddess. I make a mental note to have a further discussion with him, both about his backgroun

"But not in drug development like you, Professor Hughes. That's too advanced for me. I'm just an ordinary person." When Jim met Simon earlier, the latter was driving a Bentley. There was no way Simon could be an ordinary person.

But Simon never looked back. ***

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

"Yes, why are you busy that day? Do you have plans?" "No. I will surely come. Advance happy birthday then." "Thank you." "What do you want as a gift?" "Hmm, I'm okay even if you don't bring any." He said. Simon is a doctor and seemed like he already had everything he could ask for. Even if he doesn't say it, his aura tells her that he comes from a rich family. "We're here." Simon stopped the car when they already reached the building. "Thank you." Bea smiled at him and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt when Simon stopped her by placing his left arm at the passenger's seat headrest on her side, cornering Bea.

Simon stormed into one of his private offices located in the lower decks, hidden away from the prying eyes of the public. The clacking of his dress shoes echoed through the silent hallway, and a burly security guard followed closely behind. The guard stationed at the door held it open for Simon to pass through, but Simon's demeanor was so intense that the guard instinctively took a step back.