Mistborn Reen Novels & Stories

Julia spoke first, "I kicked Henry out. I found out he paid off a doctor to fake his diagnosis, and he was pretending to be terminally ill. So a few days ago, I threw him out for good. Jake, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you all this time." I nodded faintly, my expression calm. I didn't intend to speak. Honestly, I just found it absurd. The people who once hurt me now stood before me with heads bowed, begging for forgiveness. By then, the wound had already cut too deep. Like a trench carved by time itself, no amount of apology could ever fill it. The air between us was still. After a moment of hesitation, Julia finally spoke again, "I've been reassigned abroad to Ravenca. The environment there

Janet gave me a long hug and I said bye to everyone before walking out. I took my coat and covered myself. It was a cold night and I'm tired, but I want to go to the art museum. I remember walking there with my ex, Timothy, and one of the paintings look very oddly similar. It was a picture of a couple, dancing in the rain and surrounding it, were small birds, flying around the dancers. The scene looks oddly familiar and when I looked at the artist, I finally knew why. Cayden Nowell. Since then, I've been a regular visitor in the museum, staring at the painting like Cayden will jump out of the frame and come back to me. I've even made friends with one or two of the tour guides there.

she said, just as the manager returned with the bespoke collection. Although the boutique carried many different luxury brands, it also had a special local designer that was very popular in the country, called Mirage. Evie knew who the designer was. She was Lizbeth Morgan’s cousin and best friend, Mira Morgan. A sheepish smile appeared on Evie’s face. One of the people who hated Evely the most and did not bother hiding her hostility was the designer Mirage. But it was not unfounded, and Evie thought Evely deserved the hate. As Lizbeth’s best friend, seeing as how Evely treated her badly, it was only understandable that Mira would dislike her.

"The least I can do for what you all have done and will do for this town. That Joan Reynolds, she knew what she was doin', didn't she?" "I'd say she did," Misty smiled at all of them. And, perhaps aware of the depth of feeling Troy's statement inspired, she linked her arm with his and turned him away from the group, as though to give them a moment to themselves. "Now don't run off, because I want to show you Denver's carvings. Here you go, honey." Misty handed the phone off to Ari, who immediately started thumbing through the pictures. Maggie stood for a moment, savoring the memory of her mother and the warmth of the family she'd left for them to share. From the unusual quiet, and the looks

" He went on, and Payton only responded with a shake of his head. "No, master, I'm afraid that's all the information I can get so far. I will let you know if I get more information about it," he answered while clearing Michael's empty soup bowl. Michael looked pensive as he tried to digest all the information. "Hmm, since the past track was deleted on purpose... it will definitely be very difficult to get it back. We need to do it fast before Emma gets married." After being silent for a moment, Michael suddenly got a bright idea.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the Grand Élan Mall—its sleek glass exterior reflecting the buzz of Valemont’s elite, who streamed in and out like it was their private playground. Elara stepped out first, her denim shorts brushing mid-thigh, her top hugging her figure modestly. The nude sandals with the tiny pearls clicked lightly on the polished floor. She looked casual but expensive, the kind of look that said she could afford to not care. Behind her, Damien emerged, jaw clenched, his mood sour.

“What can I say? I laugh in the face of danger!” “Turned into Simba now, huh?” “At least you get the reference… But seriously, it was epic, I came out barely alive and almost got blood bonded to stay alive.” “It was definitely epic! I hope to have more scenes today, after all it is the last session.” “I hope so too, after all we are going to invade that Caern once and for all and spread corruption!” “Man, when you talk like that, I even miss face-to-face meetings.” “Me too, but go home soon!”

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.