Reyson の小説・ストーリー

They showed against the tight leather of his pants. To his right stood Aurelius Voss. His golden hair was tied back. His blue eyes were stormy. His body was coiled like he was seconds from exploding. His lips curled in a half-snarl, half-smile. His scent hit me next: smoke and cedar and raw aggression. To the left stood Cassian Reyes. He had darker skin. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders. His amber eyes locked on me like I was already his. He did not smile. He did not speak. He just watched. That stare felt heavier than the other two combined.

But now, rather than find him as an interesting asset that would be considered an investor, I was growing weary. He gestured to Rosalyn. “And you are?” “Rosalyn Vale.” She introduced without hesitation. “Mrs. Blackthorn’s new assistant.” He extended his hand, and she took it lightly. The exchange lasted no more than a second, but the air between them shifted, his charm sliding off her like water off stone. She glared at him with studying, calculating eyes. “A pleasure,” she said simply. “And mine,” he replied, his tone losing a shade of warmth.

“I’ll go change.” He nodded, eyes politely averted. “Sure. I'll wait here.” At the door, I hesitated. “And… Reese?” “Yes?” “How old is Ramsey? He's weirdly honest.” “Twenty. He's twenty years old.” I shifted awkwardly. “Oh. That explains it. He’s very… open.” Reese chuckled. “In case you didn’t pick up on it, Ramsey has severe OCD. He can’t actually bring himself to lie if that's what you're wondering about.”

“No!” Reyes barked, voice thunderous and primal. His body quivered with fury, lips peeled back from sharp teeth. “She stays exactly where she is.” He fixed Triston with a fiery, defiant glare, his chest heaving. “She’s mine now, Elyrian. Marked and claimed. Step aside, return to your kingdom, she's not going anywhere with you.”

“All hail Caesar Augusto, Re de Cross!” They said it again. “All hail Caesar Augusto, Re de Cross!” And it was resounded for the third time. Caesar drank in the praise like intoxicating wine. He turned to me, his face glowing with victory, and he leaned in close. His breath prickled my ear. “All hail, Jessica Reese Augusto,” he whispered with pride, “Reina de Cross.”

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

Christopher now says from the front seat, and I wondered how Rayne was able to link someone from so far away, especially someone that wasn’t her mate. “Can’t this thing go any faster?” Alpha Reese yelled at the driver and he put his foot down on the gas trying to please Alpha Reese. “I told Rayne we would be there in twenty minutes, she said she would hold her off the best she could.” Christopher told Alpha Reese trying to calm him. “Driver, make that ten. It’s taking every ounce of my strength right now to contain my wolf.” Alpha Reese said as he gripped the handle of the door.

Nobody was angry or suppressing their rage. Selena was touched by Cayden's palm after he reached under the table. He softly petted her by running his fingers through her hair. "So, you've finally gained a pet." A man remarked. "Alpha Reiner," Cayden said. "She is incredibly unique." Reiner focused his icy gaze directly on Selena, teasing and triumphantly boring into her eyes. Cayden's leg was grabbed tightly by Selena's fingers, but she forced a smile on her face. She practically burned with anxiety from head to toe.

Kayson was honestly surprised and quickly replied, “Alright, alright, I agree.” He did not want to embarrass himself. People would laugh at him. Only then did Leon get up with a smile and ask, “Dr. Yarde, what’s this thing on the floor?” Kayson was quiet for a moment before he answered, “It’s probably named Smasher Core, from what I know. “But its former self is something known as the Reka Pill. When one takes it, one’s internal injuries will recover, and they will reach peak condition within a short span of time.

“I think I’m going to pass out.” “You’re hyperventilating. Breathe more slowly.” “I can’t help it.” She needed to keep talking about something to keep her mind off things. She patted Dramamine on the chest. “Hey, what’s your name?” “Pyre.” She lifted an eyebrow at him. “No shit?” “Well, that’s my stage name.” Lame. “It’s short for Vampyre,” he added. Wow. Okaaaay. “I’m Reagan. It’s short for Reagan. I’m not into vamps. What are you going to play, Pyre?”