Regina Kay Walters Novels & Stories

"Wish they didn't create you." "Esmeralda! Great to see you," I say, cutting Landon and Malik's voices off as I stood. She wanders in, a brightly coloured shawl covering half her face. Curiously, both Alphas and Simone watch her glide over, and into the seat I pulled out for her. Slowly, she unwraps the fabric around her head. "I can sense the tension in the room. I hope we can solve the case of missing Lexia." It doesn't surprise me that she knows without having to be told. She probably took one glance at my eyes and saw the pain deep set in there.

"Because you're Regina Mildred. And Kimberly is a dollar store knockoff wrapped in lies and desperation. You've got this." Nicholas's voice came through my earpiece. "Camera three will be focused on your reactions. Stay calm. Stay lethal." I smiled. The kind of smile I hadn't used since Lloyd called me a whore in front of a crowd of investors and I made her choke on her own insult. Yeah. I could do this. The host smiled brightly, the kind of artificial expression that came with well-paid neutrality. "Today, we have two remarkable women Regina Mildred, beloved finance executive of the Keepers and founder of RM Fashion, and Kimberly Hart, philanthropist and advocate, recently revealed to be Ju

Kevin said. He was puzzled by everything. Just a moment ago, his alpha had dragged Maya to his room and the next moment, she was gone. He could also not fathom how Ashton managed to break free from his 'specially made cell' and leave no traces behind. "What are you being nosy? If I guessed correctly, that woman is a witch and she used some kind of magic to blind everyone." Kelly said. He could not admit in front of his subordinate that he had been made into a statute. Wasn't that laughable?

But being like Faye was a distant dream as history didn’t repeat itself. Harold continued, “Faye was none other than Fiona Watson.” The realization hit Regina like death. For a while, she ate in a daze, her mind elsewhere. When she finally regained her composure, she asked, “Why are you telling me this? I think this is the first time in twenty-eight years you have spoken this much to me. And now that you are finally talking, it is all against my mom. She loves you so much and never says anything bad about you.”

AMBER Her response held an air of indifference, “Whatever, I don’t care,” her eyes returned to the screen. Amid the awkwardness, a growl cut through the tension. “Regina,” Ray’s voice called out, a hint of warning in his tone. Raising her gaze once more, they exchanged a silent conversation with their eyes. My husband resembled a panther, poised to strike her down. Her shoulders slumped as a sigh escaped, and her eyes shifted back to me. “Hi, I’m Regina Dawson. It’s…” Her gaze slid down to my clothes, “Is that from a thrift store?”

But this is not something I ever wanted to do, I want to be in the kitchen, with a chef playing with ingredients and creating something and everyone here can devour each bite forgetting about anything about the food they taste. But look want am I doing I'm Here waiting tables, wearing this ridiculous outfit, I mean look at me, standing here with a shirt that seems so tight that at any moment I walk, the button will go to pop out ripping the shirt off my chest and the skirt it is so short that I don't think I can bend down even if wanted without showing my ass. God, I sighed, with my leg throbbing, if I was complaining before about the clothes, which are not even that bad as the heels, for go

She was trying to pull into her driveway as photographers and reporters surrounded her BMW. “This is Regina Jackson. She’s a successful entrepreneur who owns seventeen salons along the East Coast. She’s currently in the middle of a divorce, but that hasn’t stopped Scott from pursuing the short-haired Orlando native,” Barbara said. “Uh oh,” Clay said as they watched Regina having to fight to get to her front door. Scott groaned. He had been trying to reach Regina all morning. He knew she was furious with him, and now that she was being bombarded with reporters because of him, it wouldn’t help to ease her anger. He rolled his eyes at the predicament.

Fallon offers, already reaching into the bag she was snooping in. I shrug. “Sure, have at it.” All four of them waste no time getting comfortable on the bed and digging in, pulling items of clothing out of the bags and examining them, sorting them into piles. “So, Serena…” Quinn starts, making conversation. “Where are you from?” I scooch back onto the edge of the bed where I was sitting before, lifting a bag onto my lap. “Wyoming, actually.” I reach into the bag, pulling out pair of leggings. “What about you, are you all from here?”

Roman looked up and stared very surprised. “what are you doing here, Ronald?” roman asked with a glare. Ronald laughed and took a seat beside me. The girl he was with sat beside Roman looking bored as hell, she was dressed in black giving off the bad girl vibe. “well, we heard you were hear and thought of crashing” Ronald replied “and by the way, I never got introduced to your fiance” Roman rolled his eyes and looked at me “camila, this is my twin brother Ronald and my sister Kylie”

With it came scanned images of forged medical approvals, payments to regulators, and whistleblower testimony that all traced back to Regina’s late father and hinted at Regina’s involvement in cover-ups. Regina saw it while sitting inside her stylist’s chair. Her phone buzzed with calls. Her assistant stammered in a panic. Her lawyer messaged: “Do not respond. Not yet.” She clenched her jaw, lips painted crimson, and stood up abruptly. “Cancel everything,” she said coldly. “But your gala…” “Cancel it.” She stormed out of the building, heels clicking like gunshots. If this was war, Aria was going to learn what a real queen looked like when cornered.