Reyson Novels & Stories

The young man asked worriedly. Sophia looked at the guy's face, he looked gentle, looked too fresh for someone living in a house as good as wrecked, maybe responsible and respectable, and most of all, very handsome. "What is your name?" She asked, her eyes wandered around the cracked walls. That reminded her of how her life was at that moment. "Weston Meyers, but you can call me West," he smiled at her. "You can lie down now and rest, you will be able to stand on your feet soon,"

Iris is really excited, his little arm tries to drag Daisy “go boating.” Daisy jumps on the boat first, makes it shake, about to capsize. Iris's face turned pale, as white as a paper sheet, can’t move. Daisy has to jump back. Sitting with Iris on the bamboo bridge, watching the fish and shrimp swimming underwater. Half an hour passed. Daisy is able to hold Iris on the boat but he is still afraid.

" Why would you say that?" " Your drink. It puts you in the mood I think." Shit! Put you in the mood, as in turns you on or what? " I... I don't know. She just gave it to me." Reynold chuckles and nods, his left hand clad with a silver Rolex wrist watch and tattoos, taps on the counter. " I'm Reynold. What's yours?" " Uh..." I clear my throat. " Sasha." I smile at him. I can not believe I almost forgot my cover name.

"What if I promise to just come out easily?" "I can't risk it, Luna. There's a lot at stake if I lose you. Please understand that" he replied holding the pill closer to me. "What's in it?" I questioned taking it out of his hand and looking a little closer. "Benophalein, Phenilezenathen, Rynerol, Sominex and umm... powdered Wolfsbane Cannabis," he replied. "That last one isn't available in drugstores." "Wolfsbane?!" I questioned.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Kai said as he bows to him and left. Name: Reese Taylor. Age: 26 years old. She has studied hacking at L.A university and was an amazing hacker in her university. Her parents died in a car accident, so she is an orphan. She has a Slim figure with tall height approximately 172.72cm, skin complexion is white, hair is light brown in colour down till her upper back. Eyes are Amber in colour, nose is long, chin is pointed, cheeks has naturally pink blush on it. She lives in a small condo apartment. She previously had tried in many companies for the job but didn’t get succeed so for time been doing odd jobs like as a waitress. She don’t have many friends and like to be isolated, She has only two f

Somewhere emptier. "Hey, freak." The words cut through like rusty metal. Connor James. All jawline and swagger, his letterman jacket stretched like armor over his shoulders. His cologne hung around him like fog. He grinned—like he enjoyed that she would not fight back. From her position in front, Reina didn't lift her gaze from her phone.

Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings. Reese’s wolf, Botan, his coat was black. A rich, deep black that almost shimmered blue when he was in the sunlight. Eva’s markings were the same beautiful black color. She had a crescent moon on her right flank. Reese told me that it was a waxing crescent moon. According to Reese, her mark was filled with symbolism and contained several positive aspects. Including making new friends, being decisive, building a better future, and increasing her happiness and joy.

“You chose this, Jaxon. You called the Tournament.” “I did,” I admitted. “Doesn’t mean I enjoy it.” Raymond leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Speaking of enjoyment, word around the campfire is that your pack’s been holding back a bit.” My brows rose. “Holding back?” He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Especially your new warrior, or is it mate now? Reese, was it? Impressive girl, but also interesting. Almost like she’s got things up her sleeve.” How the fuck—

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.