Mark Reyes Novels & Stories

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

However, this wasn’t the reason I was here. “What’s going on?” Vector asked us, but he was staring more at Reyna. I guess he was more comfortable with speaking to Reyna than Noelle or me. I could understand why he wouldn’t want to speak to Noelle directly; she had always been hostile to him and he had always been somewhat scared of her. “It’s Mr. Mark Ronaldo,” Reyna answered. Vector’s shoulders sagged sadly. “Oh, that,” he simply muttered. He wasn’t shocked or instantly in agitation mode. On the contrary, he seemed calm.

"The Riveras. What could possibly be worth all this?" Marco's eyebrows rose. "Oh, you know about that? Been snooping, have we?" "What did they offer you?" I repeated. He smiled then. "Offer? They didn't offer me anything. I'm not just a member of the Rivera family, Arya.” He stepped closer. “I'm one of the original founders. Second-in-command. I've been building this alliance for years, long before you can even think of it." The room spun. "You… you're a Rivera?"

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

CHAPTER 17 MASON I spotted him before I even saw Tyler. Tall, broad-shouldered, immaculate as ever in a tailored suit — Antonio Reyes. The man could’ve stepped straight out of a Forbes cover shoot. Tyler was standing a few feet away, hands stuffed into his pockets, shoulders stiff. Something about that stiffness told me exactly what kind of conversation they were having. I headed straight over. “Magandang umaga, Tito Antonio,” I said smoothly, using the Filipino honorific for a friend’s father.

She is shocked to see him after 5 years, she wants to run out of his office, just from the look he is giving her, it takes all her willpower just to stand there and not bolt. “Heaven help me, why is fate playing such a cruel joke on me, why him of all people, have I not suffered enough”. The person standing in front of her is Rodrigo Reyes, 28 years old, CEO of Reyes Holding, one of the largest group of companies in both America and Europe. Reyes Holdings is a family-owned enterprise and at the head is Rodrigo Reyes, he was promoted to CEO two years back and since then Reyes Holding has been going from strength to strength. He is charming and a very smart businessman, but he is also known fo

gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

He knew that Rexius was just biding his time, that he would never forget. Still, Kyle’s work had gone so spectacularly tonight, in every corner of the city, that Kyle couldn’t imagine how his master could remain upset with him. It should more than make up for such a small mistake. After all, they were in the midst of a historic moment in time, and Kyle was the general of this war. How could his master possibly punish him now?