Rene Webb Romane & Geschichten

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Rena muttered to Ronan. "Why? They are mates…” Ronan protested. "Believe me..Riri is the most stubborn woman in this world, plus she is a werewolf..makes her stubborn many times more." Rena's words made Ronan shake his head, this time there are only four of them in the area, Riri and Argo had disappeared somewhere.

“I own an interior design company, and we regularly source art for upscale complexes. Having Madison as a gallery lead would make supply seamless.” Eleanor slammed her fork down, finally breaking her silence. “Don’t flatter yourself just because you know how to smear paint on a canvas,” she spat. I turned to her calmly and took out my phone. “Actually, I’m not just a painter.” I handed the phone across the table. Confused, Eleanor took it. Her expression slowly shifted from scorn to disbelief. On the screen was an international article titled: “The Mystery Muse Behind the Viral Art Craze: Anonymous Female Artist Shakes Up the Scene.”

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

Perhaps it was those two eyes of hers that made him feel an unusual sense of familiarity. **** At Kailey’s birthday party, the Morris family’s residence was bustling with extraordinary liveliness. Being the spotlight of the party, Kailey was surrounded like a princess in the center, radiating her brilliance. No one cared that today was also Renea’s birthday. “Mr. Morris, Mr. Webb is here,” reported the butler. Leon hurriedly went out to welcome David Webb, one of the magnates from the four prominent families of Z city. “Mr. Webb, welcome to the party.”

I raised my trembling hand to my head, expecting to feel a thick bandage wrapped around it, but there was nothing. No bandage. No blood. Just my skin. Confusion flooded in my mind. How was this possible? I was sure I’d been shot in the head. My gaze drifted back to Ruby, still asleep beside me. Something about her was off, but I couldn’t figure out what. Then, it hit me. Ruby had been crippled for years,ever since her wedding. She hadn’t been able to walk for so long, yet here she was, sitting next to me like nothing was wrong. Like she had never been hurt.

I think my crazed nervous smile would’ve scared her away. “It’s nice to finally meet you as well Mrs.Parton. I have nothing but the highest respect for your work.” Niceties aren’t going to get me this interview but I hadn’t lied. She created EnviroDoc and traveled the world making documentaries about the environment and planet. It was amazing how much she has put into her success. She’s formed a legacy. “Oh thank you! I was very impressed to read your application. You seem to be a very dedicated young woman on a mission and I’d like to learn more about you today.” She says as she sits across from me behind her desk.

"There's a researcher named Dr. Rebecca Webb. She worked on genetic modification protocols for the Morrison Institute fifteen years ago. She tried to expose the program and disappeared under suspicious circumstances." Marcus went completely still. "What did you say?" "Dr. Rebecca Webb. Does that name mean something to you?" "That's my ex-wife." The room fell silent except for the sound of Leon's labored breathing and distant sirens. Agent Chen pulled up a file on her tablet. "According to sealed intelligence reports, Dr. Rebecca Webb was recruited by the Morrison Institute after her divorce was finalized. She worked on enhancement protocols for few years before attempting to leak information

"What?" "The judge who declared the mistrial. We found evidence that he was bribed but the money trail leads somewhere else." "Where?" Roman held up his phone. "It leads to the donor, Walter Hargrave. But it also leads to someone else." Lennon moved closer. "Who?" "The ex-fiancée." Lennon stared at him. "What?" "Marissa Webb. She received payments from the same network, not large amounts. But enough to suggest she was being paid to testify against Damien."