Revika Anne Reustle Novels & Stories

my wolf growled, but I was far too gone, far too weak to move a muscle, far too gone to even breathe. Everything went silent, dark, and… Cold. ***** “Is she responding to any stimuli,” “Not quite yet, Alpha,” “Why is it taking so long?” “It would take some time for her to heal properly. It's a miracle she survived such a brutal experience,” “Alright, how long has she been out?” “Two days and a few hours. Luckily, her coma isn't going to last for months.” “Look!” “She seems to be awake, her fingers are twitching,”

Now I'm the acting CEO for a week. "Boss, Carlos Revira is in the lobby." "Okay, thank you, Rex." Rex owns the Security Agency for Larson Corporation and is a friend of mine. "Yes!" I answered the intercom when it sounded again. "Sir, Mr. Rivera is here." Alona is James' Secretary and Austin's wife. "Send him in." "Okay, sir." "Come in." I quickly answered when a knock at the door came. "Good morning, Mr. Larson, Mr. Romero?"

“It seems to me that you do know how to play.” “It has been a long time since I’ve done so, I didn’t think that I would remember.” I said. “That is not the same thing,” she countered, and the instructor called another girl forward to continue the lesson. I returned to my seat, aware of the eyes on me. Whispers started almost immediately: She lied about knowing, Of course she did, She wants attention. I tried to ignore them, but Josephene leaned toward the woman beside her and said, “She probably practiced for years just to impress him. It seems that this was all part of her plan. She somehow built her way to get here.”

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.

Annabella asked "Yes,that's Alex's crush,Jenny" Casey grinned "Casey stop" Alex snapped "I'm not lying" Casey rolled her eyes and Annabella chuckled Jenny and Johnny got closer with their mom "Oh,are you their mom?" She asked nicely,touching Alex and Casey's cheeks "Yes" Annabella smiled "Oh wow,they are friends with my kids,it's nice meeting you finally,I'm Rihana" She said "Annabella" "Nice name" Rihana said "Thank you" Annabella smiled

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

When Sheira noticed it, she burst out laughing. "What happened? Is there an insect flying? Oh my gosh!" Rebecca said as she stood up and looked around. Sheira put both of her hands to her shoulders as she let her sit down to their chair again. Rebecca looked at her as she was forced to sit from where she’s sitting a while ago. Gosh, it’s been almost thirty minutes of nonstop application of cosmetics. She knew that her best friend is very meticulous when it comes to make-ups. "No, silly. I am just overwhelmed about my creation! Gosh, you looked like Barbie! I really love my artistic talent!" She shrieked as she clapped her hands. She also swayed her hips in an awkward motion that Rebecca laug

It was forbidden for the toys to go down the basement, it was for another work. "Pablo..." she said and a man handsome in black jeans and navy blue shirt along with a black leather jacket, his hair tied up in a bun as he turned around smoking a cigarette. "Oh, Blair... we got a problem with Giovanni..." he spoke in his seductive tone. "Pablo, handle this already. I have got a lot to do," Cliterella aka Blair Fernsby... she's the love therapist at day and mafia boss at night. She is said to the worst Irish mafia lady... the most fierce one of all.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."