Romans & histoires Reginald Copperbottom

This was Ivan’s second encounter with Lord Reginald. Before this, he had heard countless rumors about the Duke of Veylar in Thornborough. Naturally, from Zachary’s circle, the tales about Reginald were anything but flattering. They described him as capricious, eccentric, and cruel—someone who valued human life no more than grass. And since arriving in the capital, the stories about Reginald had only grown darker. Yet, curiously, during their first encounter in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Ivan had sensed Reginald’s unorthodox and wanton nature, but he found it hard to dislike him.

Leo stared at the screen like it was a living thing. The numbers, the coded messages, the transfers—they weren’t just random; they were a map. A trail of a man’s ambition, and his weakness. Sir Reginald Sterling, the golden boy of international football, the man everyone called charming and untouchable, had a secret. A quiet, insidious weakness that could ruin everything.

He said, "You should worry about how you're going to get out of Holtrien first." Reginald chuckled. "Let me guess who you sent. First off, it's gotta be that snake, Julius Bowen. That damn guy never quits. When I get the chance, I'm not playing any more mind games. I'll rip his energy core right out and crush it in my hands.

“I know that revealing the secrets of the slums will hurt you eventually. But right now, merely being someone from the slums won’t bring a dead end to a powerful CEO like you.” He was different from Abel and the others. He stood at the very top, wielding overwhelming power and influence. She could never become his dead end. “Heh.” Reginald let out a cold laugh, clearly displeased. “In a few days, I’ll be giving my first speech. I’ll climb higher and higher, and I’ll become more and more stable.” When the right time arrived, everything would fall naturally into place. “That’s your business whether you climb higher or not. Anyway, I’m going abroad in a few days. Just happens to be during your

"B for Balducci. R for Regnante. A for Alleva. V for Vitali. E for Ettore. BRAVE." "Ettore? Who is Ettore?" "Vincenzo (Vincent) Ettore Moretti." "Ah." "They were such good boys, then everything just...fell apart." Teresa reminisced as she stirred the pot, a sad smile on her face as tears welled in her eyes. "It was so horrible. Oh God, the boys never recovered, they all went dark. You have to understand something, Rosalie, they weren't always like this. They weren't evil. But since that day, they never were the same..."

Grabbing two dishes on the table, he brought them down to the two people nearest to him. Then, he grabbed the chair and swung it around, forcing the others to back off. "Damn it, no wonder you could break Magnus' leg. You do know a thing or two about fighting!" Reginald was startled at the sight. But then, he calmly sat back in his seat. He took out a cigar and lit it. He took a puff. As he exhaled the thick smoke, he said, "By the time this cigar is half-finished, I want to see that brat lying on the floor with a broken leg!"

Reginald's health had declined greatly over the past few days, and even if he was seated in his chair, one could make out how much weight he had lost. He looked pale and occasionally, he would let out deep, hacking coughs. After a few moments' silence, he turned to his family and said, "I'm sure all of you have seen the news. We were all so excited after finding out that Liam was the legendary King Pendragon in hiding. We were all so determined that this was our one ticket to success, a surefire way to fame and glory as we so rightly deserved…"

I spoke up, still keeping my back to him, giving a side eye thinking about will I say next. “Hello sunshine, why so down. Don’t you miss your favorite creature?” Reginald said as his British accent come in just gave me chills, I heard the sharp brushes of his black shined shoes come closer. “No, I am not, and you are not my favorite creature.” I mocked, finally turning to face him, only to have him a couple inches close to me. I looked at him seeing that he has not changed at all, his Blonde curls slicked back ocean green eyes, he never changed his attire, all black suite, black socks, and all.

Farren tried desperately to follow behind but her safety belt kept her back. I wasn't back for even an hour and I had to put a snotty prince in his place. Reginald was getting old. Fragile. We wanted him to reign a long time still but at this rate his son would put him in an early grave. Once upon a time, he was a fearful werewolf king. Now, he was a man with a weak spot for his family. Unlike me. I stormed to the south wing. Bumped into several ladies in waiting before I got to the main chambers. Reggie was seated at his desk. Inspected papers in front of him. Their butler barely had time to announce me before I pounced on him.

(Reginald) Inside of a wooden house on the side of the street, right at the entrance road to the City Centre, Mr.Reginald sat inside of his house living room, with his 2 child, Little Tommy sat on the floor and her baby daughter Angel in his hands, Mr. Reginald wife died a few months ago, due to one of the City Garrison captain fancy her, and tried to rape her, but in the desperate attempts, rather than being defiled, she took her own life, and hence leaving Mr. Reginald alone with his 2 child. A common story amongst the many Georgina City populace, even his neighbour a few doors down had the same story as his. Mr. Reginald had a brother, Bob who is the member of the People Rebellion Army, a