Remy Or Remi Novels & Stories

Rafaella ventured out of the bedroom and found Remy sitting at the kitchen counter. His head turned at the sound of her approaching footsteps and he smiled and stood up from the chair. “Good morning, Rafi,” he said. Rafaella smiled at him. Everyone had taken to calling her Rafi ever since Hudson had started copying Dominic’s name for her. “Are you hungry, Remy? I feel like an omelet would hit the spot.” “I could eat again.” Remy smiled as he put the kettle on and rolled up his sleeves. “What can I do to help?”

Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on. If Hails’ my advisor, then Roman is my General. All my armies are his. Malachi is equally important. He is young, but he’s the one who keeps all our shit together. The eternal student handles every penny to the Vlademyre name and monitors every investment made by our clan. Clans and Families are different. Sort of immediate family versus cousins and others with several degrees of separation, if not linked to us by marriage. Any way, despite being the youngest, and possibly the most flamboyant vamp I’ve ever met, Kai keeps our businesses at pretty high gains.

"That's Remi's handiwork, he is somewhere on this battlefield. "Gossiping about me, I am right here behind you captain" Remi voices speaks "ahaaaaaaayyyyaaaaah, everyone jumps in shock. A young boy with white hair, blue eyes stood behind them. "Your lack of presence, invisibility, and mind control still creeps me out as usual. I hope you don't spy on me when bathing" Elena speaks. "Sorry, I have no interest in grand mama's like you" replied Remi "What did you say, did you just call me grandma" Elena draws out her sword

Remi stood at the head of the table with a glass of wine and the expression of a woman who had been building toward something and had arrived at the building-to. I have two things to say, Remi said. I am going to say them both because they are both happening and they are related but they are not the same thing, and I need everyone to understand that one is not a consequence of the other or a compensation for the other. They are both separately true. She sat down. The first thing, Remi said. The building starts in

I wasn’t interested in any of that. “Hi, Adam.” I smiled back at him. “Do you mind if we hang out with you guys?” Martin asked and Jimmy opened his big mouth, before I could talk. Not like I was going to send them away. “It’s totally fine. You guys are welcome, anytime, anyday.” I groaned internally. He was sounding and behaving like a fan. What a shame. “Thank you. I’m Remy by the way.” Remy introduced herself to Jimmy. I swear, I saw Jimmy’s hands tremble a bit as he shook Jenny and the rest of the gang, except Adam who was just staring plainly at him.

His hands run up my shins before stopping at my knees, and pushing my legs gently apart. He hums in appreciation as he looks down at me. “Isn’t she perfect, Rem?” “Yes,” Remy breathes, still exactly where Callen left him. His fingers trail over me gently, making me gasp at the barely there contact over my sensitive flesh before travelling up over the small patch of hair and stopping at my lower stomach, where he rests his hand. “Tell me, Remy, did you put a baby in my mate?” “I… think…” Remy hesitates before he squares his shoulders, a streak of stubbornness and pride trickling through the bond. “Yes,” he says confidently.

“Say what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ryle said turning away like she was looking around the room. “Uh-huh,” Ryker chuckled. “We all heard what you said.” He said looking at those in the room. “Did everyone hear what she said?” He looked around the room, “really, Rem? You’re my mate.” “Yes, but Ryle’s my ride or die sister.” Remi shrugged.” “So, she takes...” he started.

Because Isla and Lisa were two different names. “That’s what I said. Lisa.” My brows knit together. “Are you—You know what? Who the fuck are you?” He leaned against the doorframe, his robe gaping open even more. “I live here.” “No,” I said firmly, lifting my chin. “I live here. Guest wing. Mr Chen said Remy Fisher wouldn’t be back anytime soon.” His smirk deepened. “And why do you think that?” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m Remy Fisher.”

"Hi, Lerisa," a familiar deep male voice spoke to her. "Hello, who is this?" Lerisa impatiently asked, not recognizing the phone number. "This is Remy Creed. How are you doing today, beautiful?" Remy's deep voice resonated through the phone. "I've told you to stop calling me. Can't you understand that?" Lerisa asked, sounding irritated. "I understand, but not when you refuse to understand me," Remy said, trying to keep his tone calm.

Alyssa asked softly, her heart aching at the sight of him. "I'm fine." Remy's gaze shifted slightly, his lashes casting faint shadows beneath his tired eyes. "How's Dad?" "He's doing okay. You don't have to worry." Alyssa forced a bright smile, hiding the sorrow in her heart. "Damien, Miley and Jeremy are here to see you. Miley is the sixth eldest, and Jeremy is her husband." "The sixth eldest…" Remy murmured, a faint glimmer appearing in his eyes. Alyssa stifled a laugh. "She's the sixth eldest to me, but she's your younger sister, Damien."