Remy Linguini Novels & Stories

She kept stirring, the wooden spoon scraping gently against the pan. “You’re late,” she said, voice light, almost pleasant. “Dinner’s almost ready. Chicken piccata. Remy’s favorite.” Ronan didn’t answer. He walked past the living room, past Remy, who glanced up, smiled shyly, then went back to his show, and stopped at the edge of the kitchen.

- It means that you have good taste in food, that you are good at eating and that you can't do anything but eat, Remy explained to her. Julie blinked. - So that's a compliment, isn't it? Julie said. - Yeah. Glancing at his sister, Remy sighed secretly. This little girl always expected to be flattered by others. - Wow, exclaimed Julie enthusiastically. - So Remy is also a gourmet. He can't do anything but eat. Remy was left speechless. Jeanne was amused by the two children and the depression in her heart disappeared. - Grandma said you are a gourmet. Remy put a piece of durian-flavored pizza on his sister's plate.

Her voice was steady as she chose to open up to the world. "I... am REMI LUX." The room erupted. Disbelief and scorn ripple through the crowd like wildfire. Gasps, whispers, and outright laughter filled the air. Contestants and spectators shook their heads, sneering at her audacity. How could this young, relatively unknown designer dare to claim she was the elusive genius REMI LUX? At that moment...All eyes turned to Liam, the renowned mentor of REMI LUX, expecting him to deny the absurd claim. But Liam didn't respond with outrage. Instead, he smiled...a knowing, proud smile that caught everyone off guard.

I clumsily caught unto the material and flinched at how it stained most of my torso. “You must be Remy-” I said moving backwards until the white flag was within my reach. Remy had short blonde hair and bright hazel eyes, he was taller and bulkier than Kevin, he had a smooth childish face that would make you misunderstand him but it was clear to see that he was far from normal. He casually placed his blood stained hands through his hair. “And you must be Laila, i wonder how you managed to get away from Elle in one piece.” He paused and eyed me up and down.

She fucking purs like a goddamned cat as he rubs her head. "Aw man! There's no more!" Remi says as she uses her finger to rake chocolate out of the bottom of the pastry box. "What's wrong with you guys?" Remi asks hopping down from the vanity and turning to wash her hands. "What the fuck!" Remi looks at herself in the mirror with bugged out eyes. She grabs a washcloth and quickly cleans the chocolatey pastry from her face. "You! You're what's the matter! First you ate all the bacon. Then you ate all the elcairs. You big ass meanie! You're a greedy little fart!" Xavier is frowning when he crosses his arms over his chest staring down Remi.

"May I know your name?" The man introduced himself in a detached and raspy voice, "I'm Remy Lexington." "I'm Jameson Schmidt. I oversee Sir's businesses in Kontina and Solana City. Nice to meet you." Jameson reached out for a handshake just as Remy glanced up. The dim lighting and Remy's fringe had obstructed Jameson's view of his face until that moment. When Remy looked up, Jameson finally managed to take a good look at the man. Remy Lexington had straight brows and chiseled features, with deep, intimidating eyes that bore a weathered look.

ALESSANDRO Remi started to cough blood. I rolled my eyes. The kid can’t take a punch in his stomach. Somehow, planned an attack on my home when he couldn’t even get past the outskirts of my city. Blonde hair. Pale skin. Boyish features. No wonder Luna wants to marry this guy. He looked less like an underboss's son and more like the lead actor in one of those romantic comedies my mother used to watch on Sunday afternoons.

she said before making her way from them and through the crowd of guests, trying to find Lisa. She didn’t see Lisa after a few minutes of looking for her, but she caught the sight of Remi at the corner of the hall where there was a lesser crowd in a red mini gown and a pair of black boots, having a heated conversation with a male, about the same age as her or maybe a little older. He was wearing a black three-piece suit and a red bow tie. Although young, he looked very much handsome with his shiny coffee skin, big brown eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled jaw. He was tall and his body had a defined built that made him look perfect. The closer she drew towards them, the further away she got

I watched Rino swirl his drink, leaned back, dragged on my cigarette, eyes on the rim of that glass. “Means nothing, huh?” I exhaled smoke toward the chandelier. “You sure about that, Remo? Because from where I’m sitting, your uncle screamed like a little girl while the rats ate through his guts.” Remo’s jaw twitched. Rino didn’t show any emotions, but I saw his thumb pause for a beat on the side of the glass before he brought it to his lips. “You want Alessia?” I said quietly, almost like it was a joke. “You’re twenty-five years late.”

Edwina yelled after him, “I mean it Remi! Double Time!” Remi was a sweet boy and smart too, but unfortunately, he was easily distracted. He could spend hours lost translating an ancient manuscript, forgetting to eat, drink or sleep until his work was complete. Between the two of them, the office had become a pile of musty papers, empty inkpots, and broken quills.