Mr Rey Novels & Stories

I had to leave Uncle Vincent for the happiness of my family, me and Noah. "Is it necessary, Sha?" Mr. Rey asked, still hesitant. "At least give me time to find a replacement, Sha! I don't want our performance to look bad in the eyes of the new owner." I was puzzled. Mr. Rey was a good person. He often gave me extra money, toys, or snacks for free because he accidentally found out that I was a single mother. The reason was simple – he was also shopping for his child. A made-up reason, of course, because I knew that his child was a slightly older daughter than Noah. There was no way Noah and Mr. Rey's daughter would have the same favorite toys and snacks.

Rey, the mother of his missing private investigator. "Good morning, Mrs. Rey. I'm William Reign, your son's friend," he introduced himself with a warm but heavy-hearted smile. The old woman, her demeanor radiating warmth, welcomed him into her humble home. “Welcome, please get inside, Mister,” The interior exuded a timeless simplicity, adorned with family photographs and mementos that spoke of shared memories between a devoted mother and her son. Seated at a worn yet comfortable table, Mrs. Rey insisted on preparing snacks for her unexpected guest. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the rustic charm of the surroundings, creating a soothing atmosphere that belied the storm brewin

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

The other ladies chatted and laughed with themselves but ignored me as though I wasn't even there, but who cares I wasn't here because of them. Thirty minutes later, at exactly 4 pm, a man who strangely looked familiar to me came out of the elevator and our eyes locked on each other and a look of recognition and surprise flashed in his eyes. I could see it before the man masked it away and put on a serious and cold look. Since Henry’s office was made of glass he immediately rushed to him and welcomed him. Oh, so that means he is Liam Taylor the CEO then, I thought to myself as I saw Henry greet him. But the greeting wasn't a formal one it was more like they are friends.

Arya followed Mr Reyes holding his arm firmly. Today he was wearing a navy blue suit with white shirt. He was sitting patiently waiting for Mr Reyes' appearance. “Mr Maison Nergal, what do I owe the pleasure?” Mr Reyes greeted the nobleman with a slight bow. “Mr Silas Reyes, I'm sorry for appearing so unexpectedly but I have a business that I would like to settle with you.” He stood up and shaked hands with Mr Silas. “Business, hmm sounds interesting. First, however, let me introduce you to Miss Arya.”

An assistant led them inside, guiding them to the CEO’s office. "Right on time, Mr. Reign, as usual," a voice greeted them. The chair behind the desk was turned away, so the speaker’s face remained unseen. "Let’s be quick," Kieran said in a bored tone. The chair finally swiveled around, revealing a middle-aged man with a confident smile. He stood up and approached them with an air of familiarity. "Oh, come on, Mr. Reign, lighten up a bit," he said, though Kieran remained expressionless. The man’s gaze then shifted to Rhea, and his smile widened.

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.

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

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

Reynolds changed into a different outfit by that time and was standing on the platform delivering the opening speech for the parent-teacher meeting. Just as he was halfway through his speech, an assistant rushed up to the platform, and said pantingly, "Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Reath- Mr. Reath has come to the school." "What did you say?! Are you talking about Kolten Reath, the richest man in the entire city?" Mr. Reynolds asked, somewhat incredulously. He gasped with disbelief, but that was quickly followed by excitement, after seeing his assistant nod.