Ray Ray From Mindless Behavior Real Name Novels & Stories

"Now that tiny human's here, I'm never playing with ghosts who don't have a human again." From then on, I, the corporate drone, took on an extra job at the human cafe with double the exhaustion, yet I did not earn a single penny. But… maybe it wasn't too bad after all.

I do the same, as I realize he's checking for any eavesdropper. "Just what?" I ask. "There are rumors that he's got some shitty business signed under a fake name. An illegal shit that keeps the cash coming. I don't know. Just rumors." Ray says in a whisper. I sigh, going back to my drink. This parallel universe sure is a pack of mysteries waiting to be unraveled. And I got like three months to do what I came here for. So how the hell do I unravel everything in three months? Or do I just mind my fucking business, win Jane's heart, and see what happens next?

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧ For over a week, I diligently worked on the documents required for my application as a personal driver for Jake, the founder of Crystal Empire, who ordered the assassination of my family. I couldn't use my real name; he or they would recognize me immediately and shut me out. So, I became Allen Ruz, an identity I crafted meticulously. I created a backstory with an impeccable track record, ensuring no one could question my credentials. Even though I'm applying for just a driver position, having a good record is necessary because he is well-known in the industry.

“It wasn’t that far off, honestly.” Joey snorted. “Well, hey, at least you’re still in one piece. Though I wouldn’t push your luck. Samira seems like the type to go from quiet to fire-breathing dragon in 0.2 seconds.” Ray sighed heavily. “Yeah, that’s what worries me.” Joey chuckled. “You know, Ray, maybe it’s time you got yourself a therapist. You need someone to help you navigate this emotional minefield you’ve created.” “Thanks for the suggestion, Dr. Joey,” Ray said dryly. “But I don’t think a therapist can fix this.”

“I trust you to remind me of the things I’ve forgotten.” His gaze moved from Garry to Ray. “But it seems Ray doesn’t want to.” Ray sat back slowly. Then he spoke in the calm, measured tone of someone who understood exactly what he was doing. “I’m a doctor, Dreston.” Dreston said nothing. But Ray continued. “And I know how dangerous too much information can be for someone recovering from a brain injury.” He folded his hands together. “It’s better for you to discover things naturally.” His voice softened slightly.

I’m left standing there like a damn idiot with my bag still on my shoulder. Then another guy walks up—shorter, smiling, chewing gum like he’s got nowhere better to be. “Don’t mind Silas,” he says. “He talks like that to everyone.” “Is that his name?” “Yep. Boss man. Doesn’t smile. Barely blinks. But he won’t kill you, probably.” I laugh a little. Just a little. “I’m Ray,” he adds, sticking out a hand. “You ever worked in a garage before?”

He asked. "I actually don't." Rayla replied. "How long have you been ostracized from the world in training?" Travis asked. With that statement, Rayla's hesitation to be go taken by the thread of his reveal dimmed. "How did you know?" She asked. "That you're a hunter from Mavion or that their training elites still keeps you this close to going insane?" He replied her observation. She wouldn't heed his mockery and instead released herself from her hold on him then backed away.

He wished his boss would stop telling him to do the impossible. Ray heard from Reed that Carl was in a bad mood because of a woman. If he couldn't appease Carl, then he would have to eat poop for real! "Mr. Walker! Did you know that people call me the Heartbreaker? I'm even friends with the Four Musketeers. "But my expertise lies in shooting people down with romance. As long as I'm around, there's no woman you can't get!" Ray boasted, but he felt nervous in his heart. Carl examined Ray. "You? The Heartbreaker?"

"I guess he needs to see the good side of us so all misunderstandings will be cleared up. So where are we off to?" "It's Bluehill today. Home for luxurious seafood. I got us a reservation already." "Cool." Ivy mutters and while they have lunch, they discuss over what's up at work with Ashton starting the conversation. "So, how's it over there? Adapting?" "Oh, I am adapting quite well, a little too well infact. Guess what I found out today?" "I'm curious. What is it?" "The owner of Ray Corporation is a man nicknamed Crazy Mike and that's why Ray came from. That's cool and interesting at the same time."

Ray considered himself a quick learner. Clearly, Gunnr's current wife wasn't his first. Otherwise, how could a woman barely thirty have a daughter already twenty? Hm. Reminded him a bit of Ethan's family. Come to think of it, he almost missed the lunatics back at the sanatorium—Number 114 and Number 9. They were crazy, sure, but their madness was simple and pure. Unlike other ability users, who seemed to have eight hundred schemes hidden behind their eyes. It was still early—just past noon. Ray pulled out his gear, preparing to make himself a hot meal. But before the water could even boil, his phone rang.