Reyson Mga Nobela at Kwento

They showed against the tight leather of his pants. To his right stood Aurelius Voss. His golden hair was tied back. His blue eyes were stormy. His body was coiled like he was seconds from exploding. His lips curled in a half-snarl, half-smile. His scent hit me next: smoke and cedar and raw aggression. To the left stood Cassian Reyes. He had darker skin. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders. His amber eyes locked on me like I was already his. He did not smile. He did not speak. He just watched. That stare felt heavier than the other two combined.

But now, rather than find him as an interesting asset that would be considered an investor, I was growing weary. He gestured to Rosalyn. “And you are?” “Rosalyn Vale.” She introduced without hesitation. “Mrs. Blackthorn’s new assistant.” He extended his hand, and she took it lightly. The exchange lasted no more than a second, but the air between them shifted, his charm sliding off her like water off stone. She glared at him with studying, calculating eyes. “A pleasure,” she said simply. “And mine,” he replied, his tone losing a shade of warmth.

“I’ll go change.” He nodded, eyes politely averted. “Sure. I'll wait here.” At the door, I hesitated. “And… Reese?” “Yes?” “How old is Ramsey? He's weirdly honest.” “Twenty. He's twenty years old.” I shifted awkwardly. “Oh. That explains it. He’s very… open.” Reese chuckled. “In case you didn’t pick up on it, Ramsey has severe OCD. He can’t actually bring himself to lie if that's what you're wondering about.”

“No!” Reyes barked, voice thunderous and primal. His body quivered with fury, lips peeled back from sharp teeth. “She stays exactly where she is.” He fixed Triston with a fiery, defiant glare, his chest heaving. “She’s mine now, Elyrian. Marked and claimed. Step aside, return to your kingdom, she's not going anywhere with you.”

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

Angeline suddenly received many messages. She realized that it was coming from the research team's group chat. Reese was typing… HandsomeReese: "I'm going to be a father!" HandsomeReese: "I'm going to be a father!" HandsomeReese: "Stop sleeping! Get up and congratulate me! I'm going to be a father!" AlvaBlue: "You're not our father. It's early in the morning… Reese, stop acting crazy here."

Kayson was honestly surprised and quickly replied, “Alright, alright, I agree.” He did not want to embarrass himself. People would laugh at him. Only then did Leon get up with a smile and ask, “Dr. Yarde, what’s this thing on the floor?” Kayson was quiet for a moment before he answered, “It’s probably named Smasher Core, from what I know. “But its former self is something known as the Reka Pill. When one takes it, one’s internal injuries will recover, and they will reach peak condition within a short span of time.

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.

“Hopefully you can talk some sense into your friend on why he can’t jump into the lake.” Guinevere Fleur Sinclair had been born months after the war on one particularly long night. And Reese…She’d been the strongest person I ever met that night. She’d pushed through all the pains and turmoil and brought the bundle of joy that was Guinevere into the world. The small fry blinked. My eyes lifted back up to meet Reese’. “Babies have their own language, right?” “I mean,” Reese shrugged. “If it gets the message across then sure.” I let out a laugh just as Maven began to squirm again. His eyes were glazed now, and he seemed on the verge of tears.

She looks horrible but even in this state I weirdly find her attractive. “ He is going to be okay. I just wanted to check in on you. This is so hard to deal with.” “ Yes, but I have a beautiful support system here. Oh forgive my manners, this is Reina, Reina my boss Adrian Sage.” “Nice to meet you, Mr Sage. We appreciate what you are doing for us. May the good God who giveth never let you lack, “ she says while shaking my hand and I can already sense her charisma.