Remy The Rat Novels & Stories

“She’s not my mate! She’s a hybrid om—” A whooshing sound of crackling lightning reached my ears. Like the dark energy the dark witches used. Then an agonized scream from Vincent. I heard Amaya yelling in the background. “Yes yes…I am a hybrid. Good detective work, mate. If you hadn’t been so busy trying to get into my pants, you might have picked up on it sooner,” Remy spat. “But you thought you were in love. Idealistic fool,” Remy ended decisively. I heard Vincent let out a groan of pain. And then I heard him growl as he attempted to shift. “One more move you pathetic beta and I kill everyone in this hospital,” came Remy’s ominous voice. The growling ceased, and I realized Remy’s threat ha

Sarah whined, wiping her sweaty hair from her forehead. "Give her the lizards," I said. Remy swallowed. "I need to make the fire first but you have to eat one—," "Remington, she's four and hungry." "And you were just bitten by a damn wolf, Janey, you need food." "Please, give them to her." Remy ignored me and walked into the woods to gather firewood. I ached, going in and out of conscious while he tried to make our roof and start a fire at the same time.

Looks around the group -Cole, Santiago, me -then past me to Aurora and the others ahead who'd stopped walking. "You all coming out tonight?" he asks. "We're doing the aftergame at Remy's place. Nothing crazy." He pauses. "Well. Remy's definition of nothing crazy." Tj looks at Cole. Cole looks at me. A whole conversation in three glances. "Who's Remy?" I ask. "Number eighty-two," Santiago says from beside me. "Tight end. His family owns the Castellan building downtown." He says it the way he says most things- informational, unbothered, like he's simply providing context he happened to have.

Remy was in a piss-poor mood, had been since the night of the Christmas party and everything that had gone down with Tatum. He bit off the head of anyone foolish enough to ask if he was okay. He'd been eating lunch by himself, and overall had been a miserable fucking loner. Even right now, while everyone else was partying their asses off, his big date was being in the gym and beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag. It was the only thing that seemed to calm him the last few days.

He watches me for a few seconds before a voice behind him breaks the bubble around us, until then, I had no idea I wasn’t breathing. “Top dog?” the voice is amused, stepping in front of Remy like he isn’t feeling the severe heat and intent to kill rolling off him. My eyes find my savior, thanks ready on my lips for him, and I’m met with another pair of good looking eyes. Remy’s eyes are so much better looking though. Shut up mind! “You are as good looking as the rumors say.” he says, leaning in to my personal space. He’s grinning, tongue running over his teeth, something is glimmering on his tongue, a barbell piercing.

“Princess, I am here to save you. He whispers in his husky voice, dragging each syllables. The sound of his voice makes me even more wet as I continue to drip uncontrollably. He touches my ass cheek molding it in his hands as he whispers into my ear. “And I won't be gentle anymore, scream my name as loud as you can.” He rams into me and… and… mummy, mummy. Jeremiah's voice. END OF MATURE CONTENT I open my eyes to the bright morning light of the penthouse. "You were making funny sounds," Remy announces cheerfully, standing by the bed in his cartoon pajamas, his face lit up with a gap-toothed grin as he tries to climb up.

Remy didn't say anything, he waited and rub my arm and kissed my temple. "Well, I think feelings are overrated. I got few of those in my past and I'm trying to move on and I think you should too." Remy explained easily in his sexy bartender voice. "Is this what you've been telling people?" "Did it work?" His crooked smile made my insides all tender again. "Maybe...maybe I need more convincing." "Nah, you just want my cock in your sexy ass." He snickered but wrapped me closer with his warmth as he pulled the covers over us.

"She's fine." Remy walked in, smirking. "Okay, so I'm just gonna say it. It's kind of odd seeing you care about a girl. Like, actually caring and not just—" He pumped his fist up and down near his crotch, mimicking the motion of sex. "—you know." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up." "Just saying, man. This isn't your usual thing. You don't stay after to look after anyone." Remy held up his phone. "On another note, as much as I despise that queen snake Celeste always forcing herself on you—"

“O, lord rat. I beseech you. Please don’t kill me.” Shadow looked at the messy man with amusement. Her red eyes flickered in between the hoodie. “What if I say that I am a hamster?” Hamster? A cool sweat rolled down his cheek. His whole body shuddered from his own thoughts. Then, it would be entirely a different story. The hamster clan was under the rat category but their cute appearance was nothing but a facade. To compare the hamster and the rat, Julian was even more pleased working with the rat tribe.

I try to blink my eyes open, but everything is hazy, and so I shut my eyes again and try to fight the wave of nausea I feel coming on. River? Can you hear me? Remy calls out. Yeah, I say. My words sound just as groggy and dragged out as they would if I were actually speaking. Do you need me now? I’d been calling out for a while, but you were still out. No, give me a few more minutes. Okay, but be careful. Thank God Remy isn’t like other wolves, or she would have been in the same condition as me. Groggy and out of it.