Novel & Cerita Reyson

This was the worst one yet. Reese Crawford, Riley’s twin in every sense of the word, stepped onto the sand. To say the guy was creepy was putting it lightly. He had the emaciated appearance of a starved Victorian child. Paper-thin skin a milky shade of white was stretched over long limbs and deep purple veins. Dark circles cradled the empty set of eyes that stared me down. While Riley specialized in all things physical pain, Reese was the opposite. With his mind-reading abilities, his brand of torture was mental.

Once their breathing had slowed Annie gently kissed her mark. “Your mark has healed,” she said, admiring it. “Do you like yours?” he smiled. “I love it, but why a bee and sword?” asked Annie. “The bee is from my family’s coat of arms and the sword is a broadsword, one of the original weapons of a Reiver.” he explained, stroking his mark on her. She kissed him again as she climbed off him and grabbing a sponge and some soap, she gently washed him before he took the sponge and returned the favour. After spending time soaking in the bath, communicating through the mind link so Annie could practice, talking and drinking wine, they helped dry each other giggling like children, before climbing int

Arya followed Mr Reyes holding his arm firmly. Today he was wearing a navy blue suit with white shirt. He was sitting patiently waiting for Mr Reyes' appearance. “Mr Maison Nergal, what do I owe the pleasure?” Mr Reyes greeted the nobleman with a slight bow. “Mr Silas Reyes, I'm sorry for appearing so unexpectedly but I have a business that I would like to settle with you.” He stood up and shaked hands with Mr Silas. “Business, hmm sounds interesting. First, however, let me introduce you to Miss Arya.”

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one commented. “Shut up,” Reese said, stealing the beams of the ladies. “B*tch. What did you say?” Looking back with glare, Reese shouted, “I SAID SHUT UP YOU UGLY OGRES!” “O-Ogre?” one asked while pointing to herself. “You d-dared call us ogres! You must have a death wish.” “Don’t you know who I am?” Reese asked as she stood up and pointed to herself. With a grin, she introduced, “I am Nadia Wyatt. I am the sole heiress of Wyatt corporation! No one is allowed to touch me! Do you understand that?”

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal. It already took every bit of my self-control not to look intimidated in front of them. Their presence alone is overwhelming. The way they move. The confidence in their stance. And their looks—God, their looks. Too handsome. Too composed. Too dangerous. Just thinking about it makes my stomach twist. “Get a grip, Serenya,” I whisper to myself, then correct it, “Reese.” I can’t afford to slip. That name Serenya belongs to a woman who’s dead. I’m Reese now. And Reese doesn’t get flustered over men, no matter how good they look with their exposed shirtless chest with tattoos crawling up their arms

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.