Reyson Novels & Stories

With a heavy heart, he locked himself in the room and didn't get out. Ace laid on his bed, staring at the white ceiling with an empty mind. He suddenly felt the rustle of his bed. Ace looked to his right, where his second pillow is stationed. "hi, " the boy that laid down on his right side waved and smiled brightly at him. White hair and dark green eyes. " Who are you?" Ace whispered to the boy in front of him and frowned. " I'm Oren,"

“You seem familiar.” “Ah. Uh. You. Mr Cavendish? Aloysius Cavendish?” Reese gabbles, looking star-struck. “Reese Mitchell. You crapped all over my great great great grandfather, Samuel. From orbit. That’s… awesome. It’s an honour to meet you, sir!”

His Reyne. Tbc...

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."

And you. Solomon: i have to tell you something, Amy. Solomon: I haven’t been entirely honest. Amy: What? You’re a serial killer at my door lol Solomon: Worse Amy. If we ever did meet, i might not be what you’d entirely expect. Amy: its always like that lol Solomon: no Solomon: i swear i want us to keep this that i might be willing to risk it. Amy: What are you saying? Solomon: My name’s not Solomon. It’s Sally. Sally Regenade.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

he pears at me and frowns, "Hey I don't think I have ever seen you before. Are you new here?" I nod, "Yes, I am Mr Christian's assistant." "I see." He reaches out his hand. "I'm Elvis Nice to meet you?" "I am Roose, Roose Ederson." I say as I take his hand. "Beautiful name Just like you, and It's a pleasure meeting you Roose." he grins, holding my hand for too long to be considered appropriate.

shape right in the center. Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Reese… was a girl?!

the boy says, his smooth voice caressing me. “I’m Reese Moretti.”

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