Brett X Reagan Novels & Stories

Brea grabbed the step stool Joy kept behind the counter so that all five-feet-nothing of her could reach the top shelf of the products they sold, climbed on the top rung, and cleared her throat. Instantly, the room fell silent. “I’m Brea Bell and I’ll be making this one and only statement. I won’t be taking any questions afterward, so please listen carefully. As you know, Cutter Bryant is my fiancé. We’ve already discussed his recent time in California protecting Shealyn West. I know the story beyond the salacious gossip and I’m satisfied with his explanation. We will be pressing forward with our wedding. We hope you understand our desire for privacy as we look forward to our future. That’s

Reagan wasn’t kidding about wanting a lot of kids. “I don’t think anyone is pregnant right now, but if you’re planning her ceremony soon, that wouldn’t matter anyway,” she continues, basically planning Reagan’s Luna ceremony on the phone. “Liam and I should arrive early, if that’s okay with you. I’d like to take Reagan shopping for a dress and I understand your Beta is now mated to a sprite, is that correct?” “Yes.” “Excellent. She’ll need a dress as well. What about your Gamma? Is he mated?”

I'm about to question when Reagan says, “he's gay.” “I thought so too.” There's also some romantic photos among them and I assume that's the traitorous ex. Seeing him in the pictures makes me want to tear him apart for hurting Demi. “I want to know the traitor,” I tell Reagan, who shoots a glare at me. “Yeah, and I also want to know your plans.” “Not happening,” I snort. “Cool.” he lets go and I find it too easy to be true.“Then I'll look into each one of them,” he says, walking back to his chair.

“We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.” Evelyn felt her chest tighten. “He’s still alive?” “Alive,” Rhea said. “And not far.” A knock at the door. Three short raps. Then silence. Logan raised his rifle. Reyes opened the door a crack. A kid. Maybe seventeen. Mud on his jeans. One hand raised, the other holding a torn photo. He looked at Logan. “You're Brett, right? Logan Brett?” Logan narrowed his eyes. “My sister said you used to help people like us. Before everything.”

My mom tries to come to my rescue like she always does but it never works. “Her best isn't enough.” My father growls, slamming both his hands on the table, shocking both me and my mother. My name is Reagan Reynar, daughter of Alpha Logan Reynar and Luna Kylie Reyner. I'm the only child of my parents to my father's dismay which makes my his only heir.

Nora had known him for a while, but they had been keeping their relationship quiet. "What are you doing here?" Nora asked, walking up to him. "Your assistant said I'd find you here," Brett said. "I hope that's okay." "I'm just finishing up some work for Killian," Nora said. "Is there something going on at the courthouse?" Brett shook his head. "No, nothing like that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small. When he opened his hand, Nora could see it was a ticket. "I was wondering," Brett said, holding out the ticket to her, "if you'd like to follow me to a Taylor Swift concert."

But don’t complain to me if you get bored halfway. Reagan: I won’t. See you in ten. Sure enough, ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find Reagan standing outside, dressed casually in a plain black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. A silver dog tag hung loosely from his neck, and his hair was slightly tousled like he’d just run his fingers through it. Somehow, he managed to look both casual and striking. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice warm. “Ready?” Lara nodded, trying very hard not to let her eyes linger on him. “Yeah. Just let me grab my tote bag.”

He's doing it again with out even noticing he's doing it. Nixon is a man who I've come to learn hates change and this bond, is changing him and he doesn't seem to want to let it happen or accept it. Which is why we're standing in the kitchen arguing. "For fucks sake's Harper you act like a fucking women sometimes" "I'm gay of course I act like a women sometimes!" I answer back. "Trust me it's a flaw" "Then reject the fucking bond and move on with your life if you regret what we did and the promise you made when you marked me" He growls at my outburst and I roll my eyes. "You know what fuck you Nixon."

He's just so shy, though, you know? Reagan giggled again. "So did you figure out why he likes me so much?" Reagan asked, turning and thrusting her chest out. The thin straps of her dress strained as the cups on her breasts stretched to accommodate the movement. Her perky breasts caused Alex to start staring again. "Jesus, Alex," Reagan said, laughing. "You're worse than a dude! I mean... Kenny will stare at my tits like the answers to the test are written on the front of my shirt, but I didn't expect to be ogled by one of the Andresani twins!"

Skip “REIGH?” Denys asked with absolute surprise that caught everyone’s attention. With an unamused look, she snorted, “She’s the Reigh, right? How did I not get the clue immediately?” My stomach knotted sickly. I had to grit my teeth from throwing curses. “Wait a minute, Skip.” Brett raised his hand to get my attention. His brows raised, tilting his head to the side. With Brett’s curiosity, I knew I signed my death wish living in hell. I never lied to him. And I didn’t have much of a choice not to answer him if he was going to pry right in front of everyone.