Reese Wilkerson Novels & Stories

I have an interview for a proper career with healthcare and bonuses. Okay, Zoe, breathe, don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s an interview. You don’t have the job yet. I tossed Isaac’s laptop into my bag. I need to shower, brush my hair and find an interview outfit. Shit, I’m a waitress, my interview outfit consists of faded black jeans and a black t-shirt with a hole in the armpit. My feet hit the sidewalk running. There’s a charity shop on the route home. It never has much in my size but with a grand total of six dollars to my name, it’s my only option.

he said quietly. Lena swallowed. “That’s not supposed to happen.” Zayden nodded. “I know.” A pause. “But it is.” Every screen nearby flickered. Then one unified message appeared across all visible surfaces: PHASE TWO UPDATE REQUIRED: USER CONSENT REVALIDATION Below it: ZAYDEN VALE / LENA MOORE — CONFIRM ROLE CONTINUATION Lena stared at it. “…this feels like a trap,” she whispered. Zayden didn’t answer immediately. Because his instincts were split.

He took after my father in his charms, but his personality was highly influenced/manipulated by Willa. “Practising for the combat test, huh?” He said in his usual obnoxious tone. There was one thing about Reese that I liked — if he hated someone, he would make sure they knew it. He was young, so he hadn’t formed a mask on his skin yet, but it was only a matter of time. “Yeah,” I said in a neutral tone. “You will not pass it,” he said with a smug look on his face. I lifted my brows.

Kassius and I spent the entire weekend together. My uncle spent his weekends at bars or passed out so he never noticed I wasn't home. Kassius showed me some of his favorite hangout spots. There was a small pool hall just outside of town that he loved. He took me there one night. It was run by one of the older pack members so they allowed us to have drinks even though we were under age. Kassius was somewhat of a pool shark and enjoyed playing. I, on the other hand, had never once played and he decided it was time that I learn.

"I like that. Mikayla is going to hate the day she decided to disgrace this family like that. But, do you have a plan?" "Of course. I'm a woman after all, we know how to switch men on and off. We just need to meet once again. How about you make that happen?" Reese stands up from the bed. "I think I know how I can. Come downstairs and see what's on the news." Apparently, Reese had seen the news but because of the hate in his heart, he had disbelief in his heart and similarly, because of that, he had decided that he'll ruin them.

I scoffed. “I’m sensing a lot of contempt for them, especially Jordan. Do you want to explore that? Or move on to something else?” Reese questioned, sounding a lot like a psychologist. “Since when did you become a shrink?” I teased. “I’m sorry. My family takes mental health seriously, and seeing a therapist is normalized. My Aunt Larissa, Uncle Adam’s ex-wife, is a psychologist. If I didn’t go to therapy, I’d have probably knocked my mother into a full body cast.” Reese laughs, but I feel she’s not joking.

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

Don waved a hand. “That was impressive,” Reese commented as I realized she had walked over. Joanie narrowed her eyes, picked her kid up, and walked away in a huff. “What’s our family name got to do with anything?” I questioned. “Thanks… and you are?” Don didn’t even acknowledge my question. His eyes were focused on Reese. Reese arched an eyebrow, an interested eyebrow, at Don. “Reese Nikolaidis, the boys’ cousin. And you?” she smirked, looking him over.

His deep voice washed over the room, calm as it carried traces of both heat and boredom. Lilac made a sound of agreement that stiffened her already taut shoulders. “You’re not the only one, Hakeem. What I wouldn’t do for that opportunity.” Reese stood from corner he occupied, where he could watch the scene unfold like the poisonous spider he embodied. Shadows curled under his eyes, showing me the guy was in desperate need for a good night’s sleep. Or perhaps he always looked that way—tired and tad emaciated. “You’d be more likely to get yourself killed in the first trial than ever stand a chance against beating us.” His voice wasn’t deep at all, nor was it commanding. It slithered into the o

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X