Anthony Reeves Novels & Stories

She turned to her side and glanced at her daughter. "Look after the Lady. I'll be right back." Rebecca said and quickly left the room. "Where are you going, Duchess?" Zita asked her but got no response. Rebecca quickly climbed down the stairs and hurried off to where Williams was. She stood at a distance and watched Williams. Thomas had kept an apple on the thief's head while Williams aimed his arrow at him. He let go to the fetching and shot the arrow. He flew close to the man's forehead and landed on the target-the apple.

VALENTINO ~~~~~~~~ ♧♧♧♧♧♧ “Note to self. Question the credibility of Anthony’s information before jumping into action,” I said to myself. “It was just this one time. I helped you find that Sawyer dude, and I helped Ravenna find the man that tried to kill her,” Anthony said with a grin. “It’s not my fault we’re trapped in this...” He trailed off likely because he didn’t know where we were.

Sniffing her tears away, Renee answered, “Thank you. You are a great man, Michael.” “Well, Anthony isn’t that bad, either,” Michael said. “I hope it works out.” *** Unknown to Renee, Anthony had been in Freya’s grave since that morning. He brought his departed wife flowers and her favorite snacks. He had been talking to Freya about what had happened to his life, with Adrian and the new granddaughter coming. Then, he said last, “Freya, Tonet was different, but would you hate me if I love again?” “Maybe you won’t. Knowing you, you’d always wanted me to be happy, but I don’t know how Adrian would feel about it,” Anthony muttered. “It’s complicated.”

And when he heard about Maxwell’s list, he made sure that he was not only going to be in it, but that he would be his number one pick. Everything went according to Anthony’s plan and he was so close to having her. So very close. Anthony refused to believe that this was the end. This unexpected turn of events would not slow him down. He was Anthony Cavanaugh after all. He would never stop until he got what he wanted. With a smirk playing on his face, Anthony closed his wallet and put Audrey’s photo away. He took a deep breath and his eyes mysteriously turned gentle and calm. Anthony knew this was not the end for him and Audrey. This was only the beginning.

Hailey resembled a seductive mermaid, sitting atop him and rising and falling with him, moaning incessantly. "He won't agree to the divorce. We have to wait a little longer," Hailey said suddenly, in the middle of it. I frowned and glanced at Rhodes. He shrugged and motioned for me to keep going. "Then you'd better hurry it up, baby." The man was breathing hard. That voice. It was Anthony. I gave a quiet laugh. Things were getting more interesting by the minute. "What's Anthony after?" Rhodes put the phone away. "He runs the South Side. We've got no quarrel with him. Why plant a woman to blow up your marriage?"

SCARLETT I Googled Thomas Reeves that morning with my coffee before anyone else was awake. Forty-three, freelance, bylines in four major publications, specialized in corporate scandal and high society intersection pieces. The kind of journalist who made careers out of other people's worst moments. His photo showed a thin man with watchful eyes and the satisfied expression of someone who had never had to feel bad about their work. I stared at his face for a while. Then I Googled Marcus Reed.

First need to sort this out. And in that moment l happened to receive a message from the private detective l hired. As George his fiance were busy arguing l opened the p*f he sent to me and l froze. All the board members were working for Anthony except one which refused to be brought by money. No wonder that man resigned few days when Mr. Gavin just died. No Anthony killed my man. He killed my husband. The father of kids was actually killed by his best friend. Shit....

asked. -And why should I doubt? You are quite a big man! –replied the doctor, flattering the detective's ego; but without hiding a seductive air that seemed to bother Olegario Rey when he asked: "What did you mean by that?" -Do not take it badly; but I want to tell you that you are an unusual man –replied the other in a confused tone. -I am simply a policeman because I had no other alternative. Due to lack of resources I was unable to enter the university and pursue a career as I wished; although I also dreamed of being a famous actor; but you rarely make a good living from that profession... unless you're lucky enough to make it to Hollywood to become a big-name star like Mel Gibson or Al

I stop. Anton Reves. I know that name the way I know the names of weather systems, not because I follow them personally, but because they affect territory, movement, risk calculus. Anton Reves is forty one, eastern seaboard distribution, and the kind of man who considers a woman an acquisition.

“Trust me, I still have so many breaths left to enjoy” “Any last words?” He asked with a gun pointed at me and my eyes brow unconsciously raised, he was amongst those I had asked to watch their boss die. What audacity to still recruit men to kill me even after he saw what I did earlier. “What's your name?” I asked him. “I will be delighted to tell you. You should remember the name when you get to Hades, It's Anthony. Anthony Reigns” I clicked my tongue, all these men whose names begin with the letter ‘A’, were an annoying set of people.