Rem Reckoning Novels & Stories

The Reckoning The clock on the dashboard read 3:45 AM as Mimi sped out of the Financial District. The city was a maze of sharp shadows and hostile architecture. Thorne’s final words,a promise of personal and permanent defeat reverberated in her mind, proving that her calculated risk had paid off, but now the consequences were immediate. She was no longer fighting a corporation, she was fighting the man behind it. She had forced Thorne to expose his hand.

Just empty. I thought about Marcus—not with residual love, and certainly not with forgiveness, but with a clinical memory. Twenty years of a life, evaporated. I thought about Thelma, about Liam's future, about the methodical woman who had walked into Renata Cole's office with neatly color-coded files, and about the naive doctor who honestly believed she could stay clean while wading through toxic waters. I closed my eyes tightly, and one thought surfaced in the dark with terrifying, crystalline clarity: I am rapidly becoming a person I do not recognize.

The last of the sunlight brushed his face, and for the first time in months, he didn’t feel like he was waiting for anyone to come home. He just stood there, still and quiet, letting the ache breathe. Because sometimes, reckoning isn’t about being forgiven. It’s about finally forgiving yourself.

They didn't know what they were dealing with. "I am a symbol for my people, so I cannot come here to cower, or dress my words in poetry or parables. I will speak directly. The Vance pack is the strongest ally the Dunham pack has and we want to stop the payment of taxes once and for all. We owe you nothing, we are strong enough to stand on our own and we will exert such force right here and now if necessary," he announced.

“You want to tell me why?” Rhett’s throat worked, but nothing came out. He couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not without tearing the last thread of control he had left. Grim’s jaw tightened. “You think you can carry whatever this is by yourself, but you can’t. Not without breaking her. Not without breaking you.” Rhett turned away, fists clenching. “I did what I had to.” “Did you?” Grim asked quietly. The silence pressed heavy. ________________ Another presence filled the doorway. Ghost. Pale eyes, unreadable, but his gaze landed on Rhett like a hammer.

Then, one by one, they got up and left. “Uh… okay,” he muttered, scratching his neck, embarrassed. In the quiet corridors, Suhee noticed Rachel sitting alone in an empty classroom, wiping her tears. “You,” she said, stepping inside. Rachel looked up, startled. Her sadness quickly shifted into fear. “I want to hear it from your mouth,” Suhee said, approaching her. “Are the rumors that you lied true?” “If you’ve heard them,” Rachel replied flatly, “then maybe they’re not false.” “No. That’s not what I want to hear.”

“Three bullets to end her miserable life.” The others chuckled. “Yes, she will plan her revenge in hell with her mother. She was a maid at your house, right?” laughed Rebekah. “Yeah, so much for forgetting her place.” Veronica laughed too. “I haven’t forgotten how she framed us in Vegas. Please let me pull the trigger on her,” said Rebekah. “Me too,” said Veronica. “Me three,” said Leilani. “Sure, all of us can. Let her wake up. I can’t wait to see her face when we send her to her mother.” Lucille grunted with fury.

"Lewis, you had a chance to save Zack! But you only believed Phoebe's words and delayed the critical period to rescue Zack. Because of that, he ended up being killed by those traffickers and randomly buried somewhere. His soul has never found peace." Dad let out a howl and threw himself onto the pile of bones. "Zack! Zack, I was wrong. Please come back, okay? I promise I won't scold you anymore! It's all my fault!" Dad repented over and over. I also followed after him as tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't blame Dad. He had given me life, and he was one of the most important person in the world to me. But Dad couldn't hear anything I said.

And the next full moon would not be a claiming ceremony. It would be a reckoning.