Mistborn Reen Novels & Stories

The pain in my chest was daggering at the strike of her words, but she was right. I was greeted by Benji holding the car door open and an umbrella over his head, sheltering him from the pelting of the thick rain drops. "Motel on Gretna Benji, and put a step on it. I'm late," he closed the door behind me, then began making his way to the driver's side.

Gasped. And then I saw them. Bodies hanging in the water like a burial site, ready. I saw Jasmine’s face next to me, eyes open, blank. No. No, that wasn’t her. Just another echo. I swam and clawed at the surface. And stood again. Now it is in a chamber — real stone, real walls — etched with thousands of names. I knew some of them. Some were still missing. One name stood out. Damien Vale.

Out of all the people in the world. Sarah. My maid from my previous life, I can only stare at her, wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me, coincidences like this simply do not happen. She looks exactly as I remember, the same gentle brown eyes and the same neatly tied hair and calm expression she always wears whenever she comes to assist me. Only this time, she has no idea who I am or rather, she has no idea who I used to be, the shock must be written all over my face because she hesitates for a brief second before lowering her head respectfully.

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

Renee mouthed quietly with an awkward smile. Mea kept her phone instead. She thought online flirting was easy, where you pick one guy and you just chat with each other until you ghost them the next day. But as she’s trying at the moment, maybe there's also such a thing as “the right fling.” *** The Misibis Bay Resort was one of the greatest luxuries in Albay. Pool water reflected the light to recliners, umbrellas, and the shadowed areas of the palm trees on the poolside. It looked so much like what would be called a modern tropical paradise, filled with plants standing on each edge, wherever one would turn. And just a few yards from that is the white-sand beach that stretches long enough for

Mita looked at his pure smile and innocent eyes, she could see several bubbles and red hearts fly around her at this moment, finally she got what she wanted . One chance with a strong, wealthy man “Miss Mita, please meet me at eight tonight at the gates of Sea Conch hotel, don't be late or the punishment will be severe,” Mita smiled coyly and blushed “I will not disappoint you Master Rebel,” she felt bedazzled at the smile that Rebel flashed at her “Alright, now you may leave, we have work to discuss,” Rebel waved her off, she bowed and walked out, swirling her shapely bottoms deliberately

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."