Remy Hadley Novels & Stories

Hailey Ramsey Kingston. Her professional photos came up first, there was no shortage of them now. The board coverage, the custody hearing headlines, and then last night's dinner. She was wearing black, standing beside him, Maxwell Kingston, who I had done exactly one G****e deep-dive on and come out of feeling vaguely unsettled, and she looked like she had been born to stand in rooms like that. The kind of woman who didn't look like she was trying because she'd stopped needing to try a long time ago.

Dad (glancing up, doing a double-take): “Jesus, kid. When did you get taller than your mother?” Celeste (stealing a pancake straight from the pan): “Somewhere between blood runes and missing my boyfriend. Speaking of: Remy’s back. As of Thursday.” Mom finally turns, spatula in hand, eyes soft. Mom: “And how is our favorite coyote?” I can’t stop the stupid, happy grin. I pull my phone out to show them the lock screen Seras snapped yesterday: Remy and me in the PE field, mid-kiss, my arms around his neck, his hands in my twin tails, lightning and coyote-gold eyes glowing.

Remy Holland came to the door on light footsteps like the floor had laid itself down just to catch her. She wore jeans and a soft top, hair pulled back, face bare and better than anything paint could pretend at. The bond woke without jarring, more like someone turned up a lamp. “You wanted to see me?” she asked, curiosity first, not anxiety. Progress. “If you’re up for it,” I said, leading her out toward the elevator. Once we got back to the packhouse, I took her to my personal office and I took a seat at my desk, pointing her toward the chair so the distance was human and the moment wasn’t a summit. “Two things. One, how are you?”

“From all the commotion I’m hearing happened while I was gone, I doubt you noticed.” She stared at me, her eyes red and glassy. “Well, fuck. You caught me there, didn’t you?” She laughed as she sat upright, already picking up the half vodka bottle before she groaned, “Could they all gossip quieter? Fucks sake. It’s almost embarrassing,” “Shocking. Remy Calloway being embarrassed.” “Not exactly shocking since I’m now Remy Calloway the shitshow. Remy Calloway the fucking murderer—”

Gayle said with a wink. He's laughing at Gayle. "Hold on to Kaleb, Gayle. Because someone already possesses my body and my heart." "And even the body?" said Gayle. "Yes, and that's Khali," said Rye. Gayle frowned, and the others laughed. - Khali saw Nay Remy in the hospital and noticed that she was immobile and had a twisted mouth. But you can see on her face how happy she is to have seen her earlier. All she could do was cry and kiss the old nanny.

“I'm Adele Ford. Let me know how I can help.” “Oh, you're the founder, Ms. Adele Ford.” the man echoed in his rich baritone. He extended a hand. “Pleasure, Ms. Adele. I'm Remy.” I wasn't surprised that he knew, even if I haven't made it public yet. I shook it. His grip was firm, practiced, like someone who closed million-dollar deals over brunch and never forgot names. “This is Leila,” he gestured to the woman who had spoken earlier, “and Hara.”

It was kind of stupid, she had to admit to herself as she tried to work out in her own mind what she was doing and why. Since turning eighteen earlier in the year, she'd been slowly making changes in her life. Changes she hoped would get the attention of Remington Sawyer – better known to everyone else in the club as Remy. They weren't huge changes because even at her age, Tatum knew who she was. Sometimes she made stupid decisions to prove a point, she came by her dad's stubborn gene honestly, but she'd never done anything that she hadn't wanted to do.

Everyone isn't privileged enough to know that Payne is my dragon. "Fate has dealt Remi a bad hand. Remi had to deal with so much early on in her life. She's never hurt anyone. And yet time and time again she has had to suffer. Everything was going to good. She and Aiden were happy together. She opened 318. Now this!"

Davis whispered to him “ That brat!” Taylor cursed and turned to them “ she is having a moment, I will go check up on her…” “Not necessary” Remy said standing up “ I will see her myself” he said then gestured at Sylvia “ come lead the way” “Me?” Sylvia gasped then hurried to lead the way so as not to cross him. She was surprised that the man she had bumped into just at last night's party was in their house the very afternoon and unannounced as Remy Hawthorne. She wasn't sure what was going on but she was sure he couldn't end up with Lyra. Lyra was introverted, homeschooled, limited knowledge and no fashion sense. She doesn't fit in at all. He followed her as she led the way and she tried to

Chet said, “Hello, Skylar. Our lucky day. I was hopin’ a single woman would join us.” “One that isn’t related to us,” Remy added. “Speaking of related to us…Aunt Kimi has been cartin’ around your beautiful baby.” Remy leaned forward, his hazel eyes dancing with humor. “You could’ve told us Kade is her daddy. We can keep a secret.” “In this family? Right.” He smiled, flashing his dimples. “You’re catching on quick.” “My cousins are socially inept, so I’ll introduce myself. Blake West.”