Anthony Reeves Novels & Stories

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”

He looked older than I remembered. Not weak — Lucious Grant would never look weak — but the particular invincibility I’d been tilting against my entire adult life had worn at the edges. There were lines there I hadn’t catalogued before. A set to his jaw that looked less like power and more like the effort of maintaining it. When had that happened? My phone buzzed. Cynthia. A text, no preamble. Michael Reeves. Former federal prosecutor. Left the DOJ twelve years ago under circumstances nobody will talk about. Now he runs a private — very private — firm that specializes in making problems disappear for high net worth clients. He and Jonah go back twenty years.

He didn’t say anything else, but those words settled in Thea’s stomach like a rock. They’d done this to help animals and people. How could they be hurting anyone? He was the one at fault here. But was Anthony just posturing, or was there truth in his words? Thea put that out of her mind. She just had three more days, and she would be on vacation, enjoying the beauty of the woods, the open air, and not worrying about smug rich assholes like Anthony Bertram. Anthony Bertram, billionaire CEO of Bertram, Sons, and Co., was having a very bad day.

“Alexandro was the only one left standing. He fought back, led his people, and ended the war with one strike. He killed Valerian’s father in battle—ended the nightmare. Everyone thought that would be the end. That peace would finally come.” “But it didn’t,” Nivera whispered. “No,” Martha said. “Because Valerian vowed to avenge his father’s death. He’s never forgiven Alexandro. Even though it was his father who started the bloodshed. Even though Alexandro was defending his home. The hatred runs too deep. Valerian doesn’t care about peace. He only cares about revenge.”

Fred shook his head. "Write the text in English, I'm waiting" Mr Smith repeated. "That is good to make an anthem for your organization. I need treatment for all these bruises your men inflicted on me. Is that also too much?" Fred wanted to buy time. He hopes Tony, his best friend, sees the text and helps him out He does not trust whatever this man is saying about setting him free after he returns all the evidences to him. He would rather dine with his enemy than trust his shadow, talk more of a bigger enemy? Not advisable.

Rhea “Look, I’m not here to fight,” Anthony said, wearing that infuriating smile. “What happened was in the past. We can move past that.” “What happened was that you used and manipulated a minor. You should be in jail.” “She is not a minor. Doesn’t look like one either. And I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.” He tilted his head slightly. “You should be glad I’m raised right. You should be asking your daughter some questions instead of standing here pointing fingers at me.”

"Mr. Mullen and Miss Reyes are a match made in heaven." "It looks like the Mullen and the Reyes are about to have a big celebration." * While people off the stage were all applauding, a cold and sarcastic laugh from a woman rang through the room. It sounded incredibly jarring and instantly caught everyone's attention. "Anthony is truly a womanizer. He had just gotten rid of his own baby and then proposed to a rich girl. His ruthlessness is unparalleled."

Anthony got into his bedroom frustratingly and shut the door. Then he went to take a shower. He murmured, "I cannot believe that my mother would support Remy marrying Lerisa. No way. I cannot allow that to happen between them." Anthony finished taking his bath. He walked out of his bathroom and went into his closet, where he grabbed a white robe and wore it across his shoulder. Wearing the white robe properly and tying the robe at the front. He went back to his room and got a phone call from Benita.

"Why the hell are you here, Anthony?!" Anthony, who had disappeared for so long, appeared once more! Dressed in a business suit with a pair of gold rimmed glasses, he looked like an intelligent gentleman with a resume in his hand. He smiled when he saw Nathan and the others. "It's a fair competition for everyone, why can't I be here?" After that, he placed his resume on the front desk. The appearance of Anthony had the military men slowly losing their composure, especially Rex. "Damn it, you son of a b*tch!"

“I have photos, videos of us having sex. I’ve saved them all. If you keep pushing it, it’s just one click away, Nora. Samuel will know you’re not a good woman.” Nora’s face changed instantly. Her face tensed. “You—.” “Your ace is in my hand.” Anthony pulled his phone from his pocket, showing a thumbnail of a short video. Nora’s voice could be heard, screaming in pleasure as Anthony touched her after she had fled her wedding. Before Nora could grab the phone, Anthony put it away and stepped back. “I just wanted to say: my revenge has only just begun.” The director stepped closer, holding back his anger. “Nora… can we do another take?”