Revika Anne Reustle Novels & Stories

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

I could see the flesh wounds were healing but from the bruising on her stomach, I sensed there may be a broken rib we would need to be careful with. She was breathing steadily and that was the main thing. Running over Reid had also shifted, asking how Kate was. “She’s strong and a fighter, I think she may have a broken rib but her other wounds seem to be healing.”. As I looked down, I also saw a broken ankle that was partially healed. Shaking his head, Reid said, “Thank Goddess she was as strong as she was. She trains hard and it’s helped her,” nodding I agree but worried what wounds she suffered that we can’t see.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Hugh wandered up behind her. “Do you like it?” he asked, making Annie jump. She spun round to face him. “Is this for me?” “Call it an early wedding present.” grinned Hugh. Annie turned to look back at the desk, walking over to it and sliding her hand over its smooth surface. “It’s beautiful, thank you so much, I don’t know what to say.” Annie sighed, she had finally done it, left her life to become a Reiver and she couldn’t imagine being happier than she was right now. Hugh wandered up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist stooping to whisper in her ear.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.