Rem Reckoning Novels & Stories

Jonah and his parents yelled in unison. "Fiona, how could you be so cruel? Jonah's body hasn't even gone cold, yet you're already bringing Tina back to your parents?" Jonah looked at me as if I had committed a terrible crime. In his eyes, even if he was already dead, I should dedicate my entire life to the Lloyd family. How could I possibly leave them and go back home? "Yes, Fiona. Jonah has just died, yet you're already bringing Tina back to your parents. How do you think the village will see us? We'll be utterly humiliated!"

12:00 PM. Exactly 12 noon. Her heart stopped. She shot up from the bed like someone poured hot water on her. “Twelve?! Jemima, the board presentation was scheduled for ten!” “Yes, ma’am!” “I—I’m coming!” Nina shouted and hung up immediately. Her phone fell from her hand as she jumped off the bed. She didn’t understand how she had slept so deeply. Her alarms didn’t ring. Not even one. She always set three. Her body felt strange and heavy, as if someone had tied invisible weights to her limbs. She pushed through it.

Holly murmured, shuddering at the memory of the Jeep ramming into them and the ensuing gunfight. "Hey, it's okay, you're safe now," Liam assured her. Holly nodded, but deep down, she knew it would take her a very long time to forget the nightmare. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Veronika's menacing laugh. The grating sounds of the metal scraping on metal and glass shattering everywhere would forever be etched in her memory— "We won't get a detailed report from the cops for a while," Liam said as he pulled away. "But in the meantime, James will up your security. And maybe you should consider moving back home with Mom and Dad?"

She’s in a private sanatorium now, babbling to anyone who will listen that she’s the Luna of the Silvermane Pack, demanding they cover her claws in Dawn-Fang chips so everyone will envy her. Kael is in a Council holding cell, facing charges of intentional harm with a silver weapon and high-value theft. His mother stands outside the Committee headquarters every day. She holds a sign, screaming about a conspiracy, demanding the Council punish me for destroying her son and restore his ‘good name’. I didn’t hesitate. I released the memory-crystal recording from the jeweler’s den onto the public Pack network. She asked for proof. I, being a dutiful member of the community, saw it as my civic duty

he asked, worriedly. I took a glance at him and showed a short smile. "Yeah," I replied with a sigh. Still, unsure of my response. I somehow felt glad of having the fact that I could have the chance to reconcile with my family I left in the past. But, the guilt and fright was eating me. I know Mom and Dad wished for the best but I disappointed them by opposing their plans to me. It was still quite unfair on my part though. We remained silent for a moment until everyone left the plane and no racing feet could be heard.

They only saw the negative impact you had, not the positive outcome. Seriously? Is this how a wealthy family lives? For the money and business only? “That's bullshit!” “Mom…” I heard Jessica call Aunt. She probably couldn't handle all of the revelations about her own daughter and walked away. A knock on the door caught my attention, which was now wide open. Kevin, Ronan’s most trusted man, nods at me, indicating he found something about Cleo’s case. Ronan’s people are really more reliable than my men. I gave him a heads-up before he completely went out of the door.

Amid the heated argument, there was a sudden knock on the office door. "We found the final piece of the victim's skull. It's in the Ames Forest on Amaron Mountain." There was a pregnant pause in the office once those words fell. After all, the Ames Forest was where Dad had died. Nevertheless, my mother was quick to regain her composure. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said, "Just you guys wait. I'll reconstruct the victim's face perfectly and prove that Ariana is nothing but a liar!

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

I wasn't looking at him, but I thought I could detect a little sorrow at the idea. "The only Reckoning that will be taking place is if you have set it in motion. There is no prophecy that dictates it. No ancient scribbling that foretells of it," Heppni said. I winced. Shit, shit, shit. She turned to look at me. "Kiema. What have you done?"

New York City hadn’t changed. It was still loud. Still full of people who never gave a damn about others. Luna stood outside the towering glass building that held Thorne Enterprises like her feet had been nailed to the sidewalk. She hadn’t been back in this city since the night everything fell apart. The night he humiliated her. Her fingers clenched the thin folder tucked under her arm. Emery’s medical records, a copy of the lab results and the doctor’s letter. She took a deep breath, lifted her chin, and stepped inside.