Reyna Fanart Novels & Stories

My eyes looked up and. P-Panti- What the fuck! Why is Reyna in her work clothes?! A-And she's wearing a skirt! Calm down, Miles! That isn't a problem-... no, wait! Her uniform has Eisenhart Crest, and if Hitoshi sees that, we're as good as dead! "R-Reyna, y-your clothes!" "Oh... the Eisenhart crest! I'll remove it then." She caught on surprisingly fast! "T-That's n-not all... y-your ski-"

I chuckled softly and looked over at him resting his head on his arm. "You're very pleasing. I enjoyed you immensely. The finger up my ass was a delightful surprise," he smiled and waved me closer. I scooted over closer and allowed him to wrap his arms around me. "You deserve more than a human. Plus he's been altered to fit Coral sexually." I sighed sadly, king dysmorphia was no more. Rai's phone rang and he looked at the name before answering. "Hey Jackson." He said softly then listened attentively while looking at me strangely.

Reyona quickly looked at the necklace again and decided it was staying on. It made her look hot, badassy, and classy all at once. “...and I will...” The woman was still talking as Reyona headed to the door. She thought of slipping out but decided it was rude. She raised her voice and said, “It is nice meeting you...” “Laura. I am Laura, your latest fan.” “Nice meeting you,” Reyona muttered as the woman’s laughter followed her out of the stall. Reyona ignored the appreciative looks and whispers she was getting as she hastened her pace towards the front door.

Because just imagining those thug looking werewolves pinning me down like a spoiled toddler throwing a tantrum just for her attendants to finish cleaning her up was already terrifying. My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, and my eyes welled up. I could fight them; I am definitely way stronger than all of them combined. But not without turning this entire night into violence. Not without proving to every watching elder that the Lycan princess whom they searched for years and tried so hard to convince to go back home is feral, unstable, and unfit to rule. Trapped. That’s what I am. I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, tasting iron, forcing the tears back.

he muttered, slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him, leaving us alone. I pushed myself out of the chair and walked around my desk, standing close enough that Reyna had to tilt her head up slightly to keep eye contact. I took in her expression—the defiance, the barely hidden anxiety, the hint of something deeper she wouldn’t dare show. “You’re so eager to be Luna, aren’t you?” I taunted, my voice low and cold. “Always so greedy, Reyna. You always want more.” Her eyes narrowed, and I saw a flash of anger as her jaw clenched. Without a word, she raised her hand, clearly intending to slap me. I caught her wrist mid-air, holding it tightly as I stared down at her, our eyes locke

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

she shakily stuttered out. “That’s what I thought”, Reyna said before she snatched the cards out of her hand. At this point, she looked deadly, her eyes were bloodshot red and she looked crazy. She turned to me as she stretched out her hand to William. “Come on, let’s go”. William was so stunned at her outburst but also proud of her performance. He had never seen her loose her cool and even when she did, it was for a good cause and she looked so damn beautiful doing it.

One night, Rhea made a suggestion half a joke, half a dare: “Let’s swap for one night. Let’s see if he can tell.” Reyna’s laugh died in her throat. Not because the idea was absurd. But because it was already haunting her fantasies. And that night it happened. Reyna stood in the bathroom mirror, brushing through her sleek, dark hair the same waves that crowned her sister’s face. Same jawline. Same voice, if she softened it. Same beauty mark just below her hip. The lingerie Rhea handed her black lace and straps hugged her body like it already knew the story. “He likes eye contact,” Rhea whispered as she applied a fresh coat of lip gloss to Reyna’s mouth. “But don’t stare too long. That’s ho

Aubrey said with an eye roll. Reina pulled away from the hug and turned to Aubrey, “I didn't see your girlfriend, how are you?” Reina knows Which button to press when she wants to annoy her. Aubrey ignored her and she walked to her bathroom. She took a quick shower and put on black tights with turtle-neck shirt and white sneakers. She stood before the mirror and admired her reflection. Aubrey tied her long hair into a messy bun, applied a light makeup and careless lip bum. Aubrey took her purse and walked out of her bedroom.

Why keep her by his side just to butcher her heart later? "Damon, I’m ready." Reina’s soft voice pulled him sharply from the brink of his rage. He turned, his gaze sweeping over her, and felt his breath hitch. She had taken the time to refine her look; a sparkling eyeliner traced her lids, making her eyes shimmer. The bold red lipstick she had chosen was the perfect finishing touch, it didn't just make her look beautiful; it made her look even hotter. "Is there something on my face?" Reina asked, her hand fluttering toward her cheek as she grew self-conscious under his intense stare.