Remy Or Remi Novels & Stories

Not a single one. "Y-yes. Aren't you happy?" Mom asked. "But… How come? We have different surnames." She scrunched her forehead in confusion while Celestine was looking down. "She's a Ferrer, too. What are you saying, Amber?" she replied. This. Is. A. Sort. Of. A. Joke. She introduced herself as Celestine Anderson and not a Ferrer. There's something off between here. "Hey, Celestine! Welcome home!" Marcus cheered. He walked near Celestine and gave her a short hug. No. No. No. I can't accept this.

"Hello, my name is Remy Blythe, a noble and a professional model/musician." Following Remy was the green-eyed bachelor from before. He was an intellectual with dark onyx hair with piercing eyes peeking through his glasses. He had the look of permanent annoyance plastered on his face, almost as if being here was a waste of his time. "I am Maxim Huiyan, descendent of the Xiafeng legacy. It is an honor to be a guest in your home."

"Remi, raise your hand." She raises her hand for Levi to see her and he sits beside her and smiles. Levi is here too? Seven thought to himself. How? I don't remember his attending this school. This whole situation is crazy. He placed his hand on his head. He just knew that he couldn't let them get too close to one another. "So, where did you transfer from?" Remi asked. "Australia. But, I wasn't born there. I was born here." Levi answered.

Since it was only product, he could immediately cut his losses. Remi, however, was unique. Her dreams were borne by Game Fest, which stood for her passion and the labor of many. She would never use such forceful methods to damage it, even if her plan with Enzo didn't work out and they were unable to obtain the PGame copyright. **** Finn, who had been absent for a few days, called Remi the following day. "Remi, we need to meet," he said. His serious tone brought back memories she had attempted to repress. He's not going to express his emotions once more, is he?

I placed my hand at the base of his head and gently laid him on the bed with me on top of him, pressing our bodies together. "Wait wait." he said, pulling our lips apart. "I... think it's unfair... to you that," he gulped, "I know your name but you don't know mine." he said. I sighed impatiently, "What's your name then?" I asked, kissing his neck "Remy." he breathed. "I'll call you Rem." I said before devoring him. Tamron's POV

This is new to him too. “No, I named her when I was a child. Rome told me about the god brothers of Rome, Romulus, and Remus, to try to explain how people choose names when we were thinking about what name to give her. I’m still not sure how their story matches with his, but I decided to name her after Remus, something similar to Remus since there isn’t a female version of the name, and we decided to go with Remy.” Richfield looks thoughtful for a moment, but it’s King who asks the next question.

“I swear you look just like your father. I knew the second I saw you, spitting image of Jamie.” “I- I don’t really know what to say.” Remi says as he scrunches up his face. “I know. I assume you have a lot of questions about them. And everything.” “do you know everything?” “Yes.” Remi seemed to be debating whether he wanted to know but my head was still reeling from what we already knew. “You know Remi? You know his parents? How-” “Remington’s mama, is Auntie Lana. That your mama always spoke of. Her best friend.”

Remi had always been someone who liked to listen to rumors and liked to gossip as well. Of the four of them, only Remi had managed to recognize Fane immediately. After all, Fane's name was incredibly well-known during the recent period of time. Someone like Remi who loved to gossip would naturally recognize Fane the moment Fane attacked. Remi gulped. Even though Fane did not answer, Fane's calm expression proved everything. At that moment, the lack of a reply was a firmer answer than anything Fane could say. Remi felt like his heart was pounding rapidly! He felt like his entire body froze!

Remi. My hand clenched tightly around the glass. "Well," I said, "if this is a sting, at least you have the decency to make it a pretty one." Remi gave me that slow, syrupy smile I remembered all too well. "Relax, Ale,” she said, her voice grating on my nerves. “We're just here to talk." “Don't you dare call me that if you don't want trouble, woman,” I seethed, sending her a glare enough to kill.

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.