Remi Novels & Stories

he asked and she shrugged. "Nope. She's in line for Taco Bell. She loves that place." Cassy explained and we all looked over to the Taco Bell line. We spotted her in a moment and while Cassy and Don grinned, Hound and Jackal frowned and I was pissed. Ruby was standing by the counter, flirting with three guys. I could tell that they weren't from our school and when I took a closer look, I realized that they were members of our rival MC the Reapers. Not only were they members, one of them was the leader, Nick. "Boss?" Jackal asked as I stood.

Dead or alive. “I…I apo-lo” “Apology accepted” I took out the words from his mouth. It seemed as though he couldn't get himself to bring out a straight sentence without stuttering. I quickly pulled out a black card from the length of my left pocket handing it over to the hefty fellow who had unarguably gone humble. It was a premium membership card of Club Erebus which simply meant that I didn't have to go through the stress of filing in for a reservation prior to then. The perks of being good at what to do, I guess. You'll understand with time.

I picked up the talents' resumes and flipped through them one by one until a photo made me freeze. The name on the resume was Lauren Spencer from Celestia Theatre Academy. She looked so much like Amelie. Without hesitation, I signed her and scheduled a meeting for the weekend. The weekend arrived quickly, and I was already waiting early at the restaurant. I even mentally rehearsed what I was going to say. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard the chair across from me scrape against the floor, followed by a soft apology. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Scott? I'm so sorry. I was caught in traffic."

Sienna: I was halfway through the reports I’d been meaning to finalize when my phone vibrated across the desk. I frowned in confusion before taking a glance at it. No one ever bothered calling me, and for a moment, I feared that something might have happened to Isla. However, the name flashing on the screen made my heart stutter. Damon… I eyed it warily for a second before picking up, already knowing what kind of mood he was in today by the time he opened his mouth. The last thing that I wanted, especially today, was for him to be outside the office again.

Like what decided, there's no session happened that night and so— in the next night and even the night after that. "What the fuck! What the real reason you ask me to came here, the last time I check I am a traitor to build a tolerance to pheromones but why am I being your personal assistant?!" Remi frustratedly comb his hair backward using his hand while his other hand is on his waist, he's now glaring at Alpha Dexion who still calm. He sighed and put down the pork, "Charlotte's birthday is around the corner so another hand is great help especially you are originally from North, which a big help for me to have a connection."

I asked sharply. Remi hesitated. Her brow furrowed, deep lines forming as if she were debating whether to speak. "Tell me, Remi," I demanded, my voice firm. "She's five weeks pregnant, and the baby is healthy," Remi said at last. "But… there's something else. I sense a protective force inside her. When I try to probe it, it lashes out at me, painfully, as if warning me to stay away." My jaw tightened. My gaze drifted to Rissa lying on the bed. Her cheeks now held a faint blush, her chest rising and falling in weak but steady breaths.

“Holland Williams, right?” “Yes. I’m Holland.” My lips shaped the name like a talisman. “Nice to meet you, Mr.—” “Please, call me Remy.” He flashed an easy smile and, for everything Cameron had said about a temper, the smile was disarming. He asked a few of the standard questions—where I’d come from, what job I’d held before—but his tone threaded curiosity with something else: a hunger that was almost tender. I gave him safe answers. I’d learned in the last life not to give out the whole ledger in a single sitting. He didn’t need to know the drawer, the knife, the nights I counted ceiling shadows until dawn. He didn’t need the messy parts. “I moved here from a small town south of here,” I sa

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

I chuckled. "And me mama" Mikeila was quick to ask. "You are an angel, Mimi," I said, reaching to rub her red blushed cheeks. "Just like her mother" Aiden complained. I couldn't help but blush. "Thank you Aiden," I said. "Mama..." Ray started. "That's enough from both of you, now let's give him a name already," Aiden said. "Let's call him Ruben!" Ray suggested. "No! Let's call him Melissa!" Mimi suggested.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.