Reese Aphmau Novels & Stories

Closing the door, he sat the tazer guns on the roof. “Reese!” Pawlowski called as the man got out of the Impala. “I can’t let you in the crime scene.” “Tell the sheriff I'm here.” “Five-nine-three to Alpha zero-one. Concerned citizen needs to speak with you.” “Affirmative.” Reese nodded and waited by his car. He pulled his phone out and dialed the unknown number. “Hello?” JD answered. “Where’s your mom?” Reese asked as Gina walked out of the apartment.

"She must have felt guilty that she told me everything." "She said that Aaron had spiked my juice. I drank nearly half of the juice, so I got hit. Plus, I was drinking a little, but you, Sean. You drank more than half of the Sola juice," Reese revealed. "When I learned about this from Anna, I was devastated again. I thought about coming back and telling you. Then, it was as if life was bringing me home. Anna's grandmother referred me to another client here in Rose Hills. The pay was excellent, and so I took it. Mom was also okay to return. When the patient got better and no longer needed my service daily, I took part-time jobs at Rose Hills. That's how I met Doctor Shant," Reese added. "And

Reese looked at the report, and she did not understand much, so, even if he asked her to study it now, she would not be able to understand it. "There's nothing suspicious about this report. Where were you on the day your parents died?" Dario asked her calmly. Reese's tears were still in the corner of her eyes, but they had only strengthened by a bit. "I... I fainted outside the school... When I woke up, I was in the hospital." Reese remembered that day, when she was in her third year of high school. She was doing some homework at the milk tea shop beside the school. And after drinking a cup of milky tea, she was unconscious.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

“Because crew doesn’t leave crew. Even when crew says sorry. That’s rule 5. I just made it.” _Silence. Living room. 12:01 AM._ 2024. Reese is dead. But the damage isn’t. Chloe tried to die. Because of March 14th, 2022. Because of 11 seconds. Because she was 17 when she heard a 5 year old get interrogated. And she never put it in a box. _Thump._

With Adele’s Chasing Pavements playing in the background and the sunlight dazzling and dancing on her face, she looked up and saw the billboard; boldly inscribed on it was Marshmello Printing Press “Madam, we are here.” Then it dawned on her; she had arrived at work. Isioma had been working for Marshmello Printing Press for over four years now. Yes, she was a doctor, or should we say she studied Medicine. With her mother and family back in Enugu in Oblivion, Isioma had quit her six-figure job of being a medical doctor at Weinstein Hospital five years ago. She told her mother she was working — as a medical doctor but indeed, this was far from the truth.

“I’ll go change.” He nodded, eyes politely averted. “Sure. I'll wait here.” At the door, I hesitated. “And… Reese?” “Yes?” “How old is Ramsey? He's weirdly honest.” “Twenty. He's twenty years old.” I shifted awkwardly. “Oh. That explains it. He’s very… open.” Reese chuckled. “In case you didn’t pick up on it, Ramsey has severe OCD. He can’t actually bring himself to lie if that's what you're wondering about.”

“You seem familiar.” “Ah. Uh. You. Mr Cavendish? Aloysius Cavendish?” Reese gabbles, looking star-struck. “Reese Mitchell. You crapped all over my great great great grandfather, Samuel. From orbit. That’s… awesome. It’s an honour to meet you, sir!”

Reese’s POV The week progressed slowly and then on that fateful Friday morning all hell broke loose. Amber was the first one to die from the flu. Her body was moved to the morgue and Dr Tyrell had taken precautions even in the autopsy room and wore protective gear to do her autopsy. They all knew the cause of death would be carbon dioxide poisoning. It had taken Amber eight days longer to die than victims from other packs and that was due to Reese’s plants. She hadn’t liked Amber, but she hadn’t wanted her dead.