Simon Pure Novels & Stories

Subtitle: My Contract Marriage Written by: Marvy Hyacinth "It's the truth though." Simon smirked and brought his tea mug closer to his lips. "Alright, I can't lie. You know me too well." Greg raised his hands in surrender. "Then spill the beans." Simon took another sip from his mug. "Alright, I came here because of my company." "What about P&P printing Co?" Simon asked calmly. "I need a promotion..." "You mean 'another' ?"

I should be here cheering on him. “Daddy!” A cute little boy walks towards him. I think he's around ten years old. Simon picks him up from the floor and says, “Hey little buddy. Say hi to this gorgoues lady right here.” He used the boy's little hand for a wave. “Hi. What's your name?” “Christof.” Simon says. The kid doesn't pay much attention to me. Simon laughs at him. I think it's time to go. “I have go back to my table.” He says, his smile is fainted.

Simon and Hector were accompanying two other investors tonight, but on their way here, they saw Tara and a few of her friends here too. So, Hector asked his secretary to follow them to see which private room they were in. After they settled the two investors, they came straight here. After they entered the room, Simon started introducing himself, “Hello, everyone. My name is Simon Peters.” Then, he started introducing the short and fat middle-aged man next to him.

His sleeves were rolled up, exposing tattooed veins along his forearms. God. Why was that so attractive? The office itself was dark and masculine. Black shelves lined with books. Whiskey bottles glinting beneath warm lighting. Simon turned suddenly and I held my breath. His eyes landed directly on me and sharpened immediately. The silence stretched for one dangerous second before he spoke back into the phone. “I'll call you tomorrow.” Then he ended the call. I stepped backward instinctively . “Sorry, I was just looking for the kitchen.” Simon studied me silently. His gaze traveled slowly downward. Bare legs, tiny shorts, barefoot. The look in his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.

He would spend the rest of his life trapped in an endless prison of regret. Then I saw the System that had once held me at its mercy being violently purged in a catastrophic storm of corrupted data. The majestic voice echoed once more. "System Operational Unit 734. Core mission failure confirmed. Severe protocol violation detected. Execution via complete system purge initiated." "Why?" I asked. "Why am I still alive?" "Mission accomplished. The host must survive to claim the designated reward. This is the prime directive," the voice explained. "Any action that prevents the host from obtaining their reward after mission completion constitutes an S-class violation."

Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …

Before I could speak he put his hand up. “I’m sorry for the way Esmeray treated you. She is a conduit and sometimes she is jumped by energy and spirits. I understand how scary that must have been. I know the answers you and Daire seek. The gala was pushed back. So, If you truly want to know I could tell you for a bargain of course.” His blue eyes were tinged in red. He hadn’t fed recently. How…? He had followed me. How long has he known where I was? He smiled a knowing smile. I gulped.

"How useful you are." "Glad to be of service." Nicholas’s familiar was a dog. It was a big Bernese mountain dog named Bishop who everybody on campus seemed to love. He smiled and wagged his tail as Nicholas took him on a walk around campus. He would stop to accept pets from people and chased Aubrey’s cat that jumped up a wall to get away. Some familiars acted more animal-like than others and Bishop was one of them. "What does the form of the familiar say about the master, Finn?"

Karen smiled at him from ear to ear, then she strode towards the man and wrapped her arms around him. I have been friends with Karen for as long as my brain could remember, but never in my life have I met someone named, Simon. And from the way I see him, he might come from a wealthy family. The glimmering tuxedo and red Lamborghini in front of him can prove it. "Thank goodness," says Simon as he smiled at me. "I thought you have forgotten my name already." Then he remove his arms from Karen and exchanged handshakes with me, "And you, I believe is the legendary Melvin Parker, right?" he added. "I'm a great fan of yours since you caused the entire werewolf world to panic."

The man stretched out his arm to shake his hand with Liam as he replied, "it's ,Simon… Simon Tate." Simon had a foreign accent, which just showed Liam that he might not be from this country. Liam smiled and nodded as he firmly shook the man's hand. "Okay, Mr. Simon, it's nice to meet you." Liam replied nonchalantly. "No, the pleasure is mine Mr Steinfeld, I have been waiting to meet you for a couple of days now…." Simon sighed in relief, and then he continued his sentence, "But boy am I glad to have finally found you."