Reynold Eckhart Novels & Stories

A small wince escaped Rayne’s lips and I found myself unintentionally wrapping my arm more around her feeble body. "A very powerful witch," she answered me. "Adrian, I need you to keep holding Rayne just like that. The process is going to be really painful and she might need to hold onto you and I'll need you to calm her down. We don’t want to add any more salt to her cuts." Elizabeth spoke to me and I nodded. I glanced at Rayne and saw tears trickling down her blue face. This change of colour was not a good sign at all. She was in dire need for oxygen. I sat against the wall and held her protectively in my arms. My mind refused to believe that Rayne might die that night. I could not believe

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

That’s all that’s in his head. “Oh, sorry, please come in.” Mrs Smith called in a beautiful and gorgeous red-haired girl to the class, she’s tall like a model and has the stunning look of an Angel. “Ohhh she’s cute.” My wolf complimented this girl, he never does that, not even once, not even Ainsley, so what makes her different? “Everyone, this is Justin Reyes, she just transferred here. I expect everyone to be welcoming and nice to her. Kingsley, stay away from her.”

Nothing new. "Just so you're aware, I could destroy your life in an instant. In mere seconds, I could turn your reality into a nightmare with a simple snap of my fingers. No one confronts me and gets away unscathed, and you? You're on the brink, and trust me, you're the one who's going to get hurt. I'll tell you who I am. Trevor Reynolds, the chief executive officer of a multi-billion dollar company. Got that? I wield billions!" he declared, his pride peeking through.

" Elder Rick's voice is firm and leaves no room for argument, not that most of the wolves in this room would even want to dispute them. "You can't be serious!" Rowan growls. The guy has no fucking common sense. You don't argue against an Elder's decision ever. But then again, I guess given his attitude in general and the fact that he already knows that he's going to die, he has no reason not to argue it. The only thing he's doing is making things even worse for himself. The more you piss off an Elder the more painful your death will be.

Even the quiet hum of the old ceiling fan overhead seemed to fade out. “Alright,” he said, voice smooth, almost too casual. “Time to stop messing around.” I tensed. “My name is Rein,” he continued, eyes flicking between me and Christian with deliberate slowness. “I’m a 'nkt your typical werewolf, as you'd like to tag me," he said this glancing at me. " Seven hundred years old. Been living in Nevada for the past two decades, keeping a low profile.”

I said to him and I leaned on the swivel chair while I was drowning in my thoughts. "Thank you, alpha Michael," Carrick replied and said goodbye to me. I just nodded at him in response and stares at him until he gets out of my office. I let out a deep sigh of frustration and then I took my cellphone out of my pocket I searched my contact list for Reno’s number. "God! I hope Elena can do a spell and let all those filthy rogues and hunters vanish in thin air." I whispered to myself but I knew that no magic could do it.

Your fate is sealed whether you like it or not. Reid was the one thing I never expected; the wildcard in this whole scenario. He’s making it difficult to stay the course and do what I have to do because I’m hard-wired to want to be with him. All my instincts are screaming at me to give into the bond between us, not to mention my wolf, who has already firmly decided that he’s ours and we’re his. The bond is so strong, it’s painful to constantly fight against it. Reid smells like heaven and he looks even better and somehow that’s all topped off by the fact that he’s the nicest guy ever. He’s basically perfect in every way- which, coincidently, is also the reason that things could never actuall

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

“Forget it. Tell dad and uncle Bob I’m coming down after I change.” Howard shrugged, “Well, okay then.” When Howard left, she took off her shades and realized her eyes had returned to normal. She heaved out a sigh in relief. She brushed her teeth, changed into new clothes and dragged herself down while fretting for how uncle Bob and her dad would react. “Hi dad, hi uncle Bob…” she greeted nervously and joined them in the table. “Let us say our prayers.” Dad said and closed his eyes, both uncle Bob and Howard followed suit and Eleanor last.