Reder X Novels & Stories

This was my chance to make things right and forget about the last night. As we walked towards the renovating building, Matthew's excitement filled the air. He had put his heart and soul into this bar, and I knew how much it meant to him. His dreams were finally coming true, and I couldn't let my selfish actions jeopardize that. I plastered a smile on my face as Matthew opened the door to the bar. The smell of fresh paint and sawdust filled the atmosphere, and I couldn't help but admire the transformation taking place. The bar was spacious, with beautiful wooden furnishings and a warm, inviting ambiance.

I pleaded, tears clouding my vision. "We can't have him dying before he can give you the answers," Keenan said, and she growled at him. "Fine!" She stormed towards us and yanked out the dagger from his chest. She placed a hand over his wound, her hand radiating a silver glow. When she moved her hand away, more blood began to gush from the deep cut in his chest. Keenan cursed under his breath, bringing two fingers to the side of Denzel's neck to feel his pulse.

she began, closing her eyes as though she was avoiding my gaze or trying to suppress the intensity of her anger. “I understand very much what you are saying but the chances we have right now are quite slim. Alpha Djurek is very popular with the wolves under his command, and unfortunately, I cannot see the same for you.” She stopped and drew in a deep breath, as she saw the anger flashing across my face at the sound of those words. She relegated instantly, transferring her gaze to the floor.

I stopped and felt my strength had left my body when I almost dropped to the ground and shivered. [Holly—] Evander’s jaw slackened when he saw what I saw. There, on the tallest mound of corpses, was a decapitated head speared on top of it like a trophy for display of glory. Dad’s eyes were open. Honey-brown eyes were glassy and empty and his lips were purple and his—

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

INVESTIGATION DEPARTMENT STATION – DIANA’S POV We gathered around Mr. Douglas, all eyes on the high-tech display glowing on the desk. The image flickered, zooming in on a red dot pulsing over a location. “Our first target is him,” Douglas said. A photo flashed on the screen, a black man with grey eyes, a devilish deep scar at the top of his nose down to his lips. He was the kind of man they could probably describe as villains in a novel.

He paid no heed to the blood streaming down his forehead as he crawled on the ground like a worm, slamming his head against the floor repeatedly. "Nicole! I'm sorry! I've realized how wrong I've been! Give me another chance! I love you! You're the only one I've ever loved! It was Daisy! That bitch seduced me!" He slammed his head against the ground over and over again. The dull thuds echoed through the cathedral, his forehead quickly turning into a bloody mess. Alas, I didn't even care to look at him. Instead, I turned away, looped my arm through my father's, and sauntered out of the chaotic wedding venue without hesitation.

The flashing light on the recorder blinked in my face. A large, heavy hand clamped down over the journalist's wrist. Sean did not yell. He did not growl. He simply gripped the man’s arm and pushed the recorder down and away with an immovable, terrifying strength. “The presentation is over,” Sean said. His tone was perfectly civil, and absolutely lethal. “Dr. Xander is not taking questions.” The journalist’s eyes widened as the sheer, suffocating weight of Sean’s Alpha aura rolled over him. The slick researcher who had just asked me out took a quick, smart step backward.