Mark Reyes Novels & Stories

Rachel and her father entered the study room of Mr Reyes and when he raised his head he saw them. He got up from behind the desk and greeted them. “How are you Mr Rodriguez ,am do sorry for what happened, I was not aware and I have no clue what's going on,” Mr Reyes said

Reyes' eyes locked onto Christine's, his gaze burning with intensity. "I think it's time I mark you," he said, his voice low and husky. Christine's eyes widened, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean, mark me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Reyes' smile was enigmatic. "You would know soon," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

And in the center of the floor— A metal chair. Eduardo Valez. Alive. Tied to the chair. A man stands behind him. Gun pressed against his head. Sebastian Rojas. Marcus mutters quietly, “…there he is.” Sebastian smiles when he sees us—the smile of a man who has waited a very long time. “Adrian Reyes.” His voice echoes through the empty warehouse. “You’re right on time.” I stop ten feet away. Marcus stands slightly behind me. Sebastian notices immediately. “I said come alone.”

But today, his words hit harder, a reminder of the harsh reality I was living in. I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. The penthouse was a world apart from the rest of the hotel—a luxurious, opulent space that felt like a different universe. Markos stood by the window, looking out over the city. When he turned to face me, his expression was cold, almost distant. "You missed two days of work," he said, his voice clipped. "Care to explain?"

"You, and that abomination in your belly, deserve to pay for her life." I sank into the dark, suffocating depths, carrying my unborn child and drowning in despair. And now, I was back. "Selena, it’s Ivy. She says her chest hurts. It might be a flare-up from her old injuries." Ethan looked at me, his handsome face marred by a hint of impatience. "I’ll smooth things over with the Elders. The Marking Ceremony... can we push it back one more time?" Staring at him, I didn't scream. I didn't go hysterical like I did in my past life.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

Marcos collapses, barely staying upright. Reyes doesn’t let go. “You think this is funny? Hurting people makes you strong?” He drives a knee into Marcos’ thigh—hard. Marcos groans. Reyes pins him to the wall and lands three short, punishing shots to the ribs. Each one precise. Each one disgusted. Quietly, through gritted teeth: “You don’t get to laugh about what you did.” Footsteps echo down the corridor. Someone’s coming. Reyes steps back. Breathing hard. Face composed—just enough.

"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."

Rey Pov I have to answer her questions too I'm Rey,I also a younger bro who lives in Korea ,My Dad is the CEO of the building biggest company In the United States "Leo Groups And Company" , My mum is a popular model i gave an reply to her questions oh that nice "she said" So any plan for the future "she asked" Actually my dad wants me to take over his business but I don't want to Why? Because I have a passion to be a medical doctor, I like it when I see doctor's attending to their patients , I just don't know; i wanna save life's

REYES Eyes on me she barked. We snapped up. I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here to make sure you survive November 3rd. Because if you panic on that stand, Victor walks. Understand. Yes ma’am Nico said. Louder. Yes ma’am I said. Good. 60 seconds. 100 pushups. Go. My arms gave out at 23. Nico did 87. SGT Reyes stood over me. Get up, W-2. Your father’s lawyers won’t care that your arms hurt.