Gambit Remy Lebeau Novels & Stories

I demanded, trying to smack the magnetism down with profanity. He didn’t answer the way I expected. He reached out, steadying me by the small of my back with fingers warm and confident. His palm pressed there like a remedy—solid, grounding. The touch should have been banal. Instead something bright and wild bloomed along my nerves. Sparks, not electric in the way a taser shocks but electric like summer lightning when you’re standing too close to it. My stomach tightened into a knot of pure, ridiculous recognition. “I’m Remy Smith,” he said, his voice rough at the edges. “I’m sorry I knocked you over.”

Her voice was steady as she chose to open up to the world. "I... am REMI LUX." The room erupted. Disbelief and scorn ripple through the crowd like wildfire. Gasps, whispers, and outright laughter filled the air. Contestants and spectators shook their heads, sneering at her audacity. How could this young, relatively unknown designer dare to claim she was the elusive genius REMI LUX? At that moment...All eyes turned to Liam, the renowned mentor of REMI LUX, expecting him to deny the absurd claim. But Liam didn't respond with outrage. Instead, he smiled...a knowing, proud smile that caught everyone off guard.

“Sorry, Cain Abel, this is our uncle Adrik. Savenia, Adrik, these dicks are my twin brothers Cain and Abel and their sweet and amazingly brave mates Remmie and Reign. Cain and Abel have studied many forms of martial arts. Many formers under the actual masters. They lead the martial arts program at the academy and are lead trainers in the traveling program. I have been getting to know their new mates here, Remmie and Reign.” “These two are mine.” Sam said, taking the lead from Gabi. “Remmie is a killer shot and can kill anything in range. And depending on the conditions around her sometimes out of range. You hand her a weapon and within an hour will already have broken it down and put it toge

I clumsily caught unto the material and flinched at how it stained most of my torso. “You must be Remy-” I said moving backwards until the white flag was within my reach. Remy had short blonde hair and bright hazel eyes, he was taller and bulkier than Kevin, he had a smooth childish face that would make you misunderstand him but it was clear to see that he was far from normal. He casually placed his blood stained hands through his hair. “And you must be Laila, i wonder how you managed to get away from Elle in one piece.” He paused and eyed me up and down.

Looks around the group -Cole, Santiago, me -then past me to Aurora and the others ahead who'd stopped walking. "You all coming out tonight?" he asks. "We're doing the aftergame at Remy's place. Nothing crazy." He pauses. "Well. Remy's definition of nothing crazy." Tj looks at Cole. Cole looks at me. A whole conversation in three glances. "Who's Remy?" I ask. "Number eighty-two," Santiago says from beside me. "Tight end. His family owns the Castellan building downtown." He says it the way he says most things- informational, unbothered, like he's simply providing context he happened to have.

She has encounter him few times now and she could tell he want to attract her attention. Too bad, her mind is already set on Antonio William. “I just helped you. Shouldn’t I get a thanks or something?” Remington ask. Heather give an exasperate chuckle, moving a bit back from him and cross her hands against her chest. “I know what you are after. But I’m sorry, can’t date a geek” her voice lace with mockery, her gaze focus on his glasses for a second. Remington chuckle, finding her amusing. He nod his head. “I haven’t introduce myself yet. I’m Remy, I play on the school lacrosse team”

"Who told you to display a fake score report?" The technician shook his head frantically. "This is the live result pulled directly from the official system!" Lydia refused to believe him and checked on her own phone. Her face became paler by the second. "How could this be?" My father seemed to remember something. He pointed at me and roared, "What exactly did you do in the testing center?" I told him the truth. "I turned in a blank exam. So what?" Daphne stared at me in disbelief, panic plain on her face. "How could you turn in a blank exam?"

Elara slipped away from the safe house under the cover of darkness, heart pounding like a war drum as she met Remy Laurent at the secluded overlook above the Pacific. The ocean crashed violently against the rocks below, mirroring the storm inside her chest. Remy waited by his sleek black car, looking every bit the dangerous savior with his tousled hair and sharp, seductive smile. “You came,” he said, voice smooth as velvet, pulling her into a brief hug that lingered too long. “I knew you would. Jax is going to get you killed if you stay with him.”

he growled loudly, his voice was very raspy and laced with intense anger. “Accept her rejection? I cannot do that” Emory scoffed He can be so stubborn, that was something about him. He would never do whatever he didn’t want to do but in this situation he had no choice. If he dared fight with Remy, he would die from his hands because Remy was way better than him hundred times, which I could testify to. Remy had beaten hundreds of opponents by himself over and over, he’s the best fighter in the pack even though he is a Beta and there was no opponent he couldn’t bring down.

Remy sat down across Wilbur, still frowning suspiciously. Wilbur did look extremely familiar, but Remy could not for the life of him place where he had seen this guy before. Of course, Wilbur recognized Remy at once. Remy had been too focused on Indra and Madison at that time to say much to Wilbur and had pretty much ignored him. Remy hesitated at Wilbur's words. It did not really matter anyway. The guy was here now, and there was no way out for him. Remy had over twenty fighters under him, and they served a mean beating.