Brett X Reagan Novels & Stories

“I can protect you, you know. You don’t have to keep going to Ethan.” “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t usually frighten this easily. Something about this sends chills down my spine.” The next afternoon, Reagan slipped into the backseat of Exodus End’s limo. The man inside resembled someone’s grand-father more than someone who had made a metal band like Exodus End superstars. Sam Baily was talking into his cell phone but looked up and smiled at Reagan warmly when she settled into the seat closest to the door. “I’ll call you back. I have my work cut out for me here,” he said and disconnected.

“Here we have the country’s national bachelor, Reagan Hill! After trending number 1 in the Twitter app last night with news of her girlfriend, he’s now showing up as our participant. Give him a warm round of applause please!” Aunt Sereia stood up and cheered for her son while taking pcitrue of her son. Uncle Phoenix clapped his hand for his son and she could hear him mumbling, “This damn boy again.” “Now tell us, this is your first time joining our event. How are you feeling, Reagan?” Askes the emcee while giving the microphone to him. The crowd immediately silenced, waiting for his reply. Reagan looked at the crowd, then his eyes darted to their area, to his mom, and slowly, his eyes traile

The seat on his right was for his mom, and I knew she was coming down for dinner, as Clinton had mentioned when we were on our way here. “Good evening, Beta Asher. Good evening, Gamma Eric,” I greeted both of them, bending my head in each direction, which caused a growl to escape from Clinton's mouth. “You bow to no one, Ruby.” I nodded, even though there was nothing wrong with me bowing to his Beta and Gamma, as I knew they would reciprocate. However, I didn't want to argue with him in front of them, especially with his mom coming down any moment now.

It was hard for me to believe that these siblings, who had always seemed like the perfect family on screen, were actually just faking their adhesion for show. With blood staining his knuckles, Reagan finally let go of Rhett. He wiped away the blood and spat curses, his anger still burning in his eyes. "You're nothing but a fucking feeble creature who can't even break a fucking door," he spat. "How the fuck would you be able to control a fucking state that breaks its rules every fucking day? It’s never you, Rhett. Everyone knows it's supposed to be me."

At this time, Reagan stood up from the sofa and greeted his good friend. Ainsley also quickly saw Elizabeth, and a look of disgust flashed across her originally smiling face. "Reagan, that's what you did wrong. I was wondering why you only invited Brogan and not me. It was because someone was here. Why? You want to be a peacemaker and let my fiancé get back together with his ex-girlfriend? "Ainsley scanned Elizabeth up and down with disgust. She turned and aimed at Reagan, and said with a weird tone.

Brett claps his hands and walk towards Janet. "You rejected your mate, that's brave!" "It's none of your business!" She snaps at him. Brett nods and turns to leave but Janet quickly grabs his arm and pulls him back. "You said you had a plan, why didn't I see you take any action?!" Brett snatches his arm from her grip and adjusts his shirt. "Oh, I did take action and the result is already out!" "Huh?!" Janet asked in confusion. Brett shakes his head. "You're too dumb to comprehend what I mean, just know you're getting your beloved Xander soon!"

The remaining seventeen missed calls and eight unread messages were from Reagan. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she looked up paparazzi articles about the rekindling of his love story. But there was none except for a generic article mentioning his birthday titled, “HOTEL GIANT REAGAN KNIGHT TURNS THIRTY-TWO. Here are the Top 32 famous quotes by the Billionaire.” “This can't be right.” She reluctantly tapped open the texts he had sent. REAGAN: Where are you? REAGAN: Why are you not answering your phone?

They obeyed without much resistance, swallowing their questions, the sincere and the annoying ones alike. Reagan then handled dismissals while I stood at the door. Soon enough, the room was empty save for the two of us, and as if rehearsed, we sighed in unison when I finally closed the door. “Heck of a party.” I said, falling on a couch. “I’ll still kill Justin.” Reagan gritted. He was seated bent forward, his elbows on his knees, still reeling about earlier events. “Shake it off, Reagan. He’ll never try it again. I don’t think anyone will, actually.”

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

He was serving as one of the head judges for the matches, his sharp eyes tracking every block and strike of the fighters inside the ropes. Reagan’s face instantly lit up. She wove through the crowd with Emerald right on her heels, slipping past the barrier ropes like she owned the place. Xander sensed her before he saw her. The fierce, commanding lines of his face instantly softened. He turned just as Reagan walked right up to him, entirely unbothered by the fact that he was technically on duty. She reached up, resting a hand on his broad chest, and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips.