Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

Their excited chatter rang in the air as they laughed and adjusted their veils, flaunting identification cards hung proudly around their necks. I vaguely remembered that the reason Malcom Reece's events were so popular was because of the foreign acts he brought to play. Sometimes it was opera, other times wrestling or brawls—and now sword fighting. One would think such events weren’t befitting of men with such influence, but they all seemed to eat his charm up. That was Malcom Reece for you.

The 1st Elder asked as everyone kept quiet. "I have a feeling that we should not provoke her or we might regret it when all these is over" The Fifth Elder muttered. Back in a Luxury Heavenly room, A figure spat out blood from her mouth as she clutched her chest and coughed hard. She could feel they she has been seriously injured. Thinking of her outcome at the world she went to, she couldn't help but grit her teeth in hatred. She didn't expect that lowly grim Reaper to get the attention of the lord god's soul fragments, at the end she got seriously injured.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

"Thank you, Calvin! I promise I won't let you down!" She buried her face in his chest, and her gaze seemed to sweep over where I was floating when she looked up. Of course, she could not see me. However, she knew I would be heartbroken. She always knew, but she did not know that I no longer cared. The dead did not feel pain. They only sought revenge. ... As the new casino owner, Susan chatted confidently with the people who gathered around her. Suddenly, her face paled as she covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom.

People feared him, they were wary of him, especially because he had no affiliations, but that also meant he was one of few people who could walk into any clubhouse and not get shot on the spot. The gate opened wide enough for his bike to drive through. “He’s waiting for you at the clubhouse.” Jake drove through the opening and parked his bike in front of the clubhouse. Trip stood just outside the front door, a lit cigarette in his hand. It would be a pity to kill the man, but he’d do it if he had no other choice. He was just over six feet with a lean build, in his late 30s with a lazy smile on his face. He’d taken over as President of The Reapers MC five years

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

This made him strive to remember if he ever washed his coat as a Reaper. There were four of them, each from the opposing side. The strongest Reapers are usually sent to get the due soul because of the struggle they go through to get it. This was Damien's best part of being a Reaper. "Don't get excited watching Reapers fight for a soul, yours might be the one they fight for next." Roman snorted. He yanked Damien's hand off his wrist and resumed walking. The toy shop Roman had said was literally a store where strange-shaped toys were made. How did a little boy know such a place?

Since I said Effie, my closest friend, I might also tell the nearest man in my life besides Dad. I told him about my love for Liam and that I'm not a virgin anymore. He just sat there, not a single word. But when he mentioned calling his men, I freaked out. You don't think Effie's grandfather is a crime boss, but Daddy Wayne was part of a biker gang. They rule part of Downtown Long Beach. I know because sometimes everyone year, his friends from the MC club, known as The Reapers, would come to my birthday, but they stopped going because it was a kids' party. They scared away the kids with concerned parents, and secondly, the gifts I received from them were a pocket knife, a Reaper mask with a