Reze Novels & Stories

I clap my hands giddily. “Ok. Two Quarter Pounder meals. One McFlurry Oreo and a Sprite. That’ll be $12.95.” Shawn swipes his card. “It’s invalid,” she grumbles. Invalid? Shit. “Oh no. It just got renewed. This must be a mistake,” he says. “Here. $13. Keep the change,” I hand her some cash. Shawn just looks over with disapproval. The cashier’s just happy to be done with us. We head over to some vacant seats and he’s still scowling.

* *What the hell is that? *Zeressta is a dish prepared from Zestos…. Ummm… it is something that grows on plants….* Sia still couldn’t understand anything. She shrugged her shoulders and said *I don’t think I will understand. Anyway leave it, it is not important.* The next moment Sia felt like her world had turned upside down. She watched in horror as R’s face turned pale and he started gasping for breath. Then he fell on the floor. He broke out in cold sweat and his body started convulsing.

I guess luck is on my side, huh? There are straight, zigzag, E, C, and other routes but nah, who cares about those when there is a pretty awesome route right where I'm staring at? Ten tenenenen!

I couldn't lose Scarlett, I had just gotten her back and I was nowhere near ready to let her go. "And you aren't going to lose her Silas," Asher dragged me out of my thoughts before he turned to doctor Kyle. "Is there anything at all you suspect may help her heal? Anything?" Asher asked the man and the man contemplated for a moment. "There is this tonic I saw a herbalist I was once training under make. He called it the master of all because it cured whatever illness one had but I can't say if it can work on poison." Doctor Kyle revealed and I turned to him.

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.

Facing me, he then placed both a bowl of warm soup as well as a dish with small pieces of bread onto the countertop. "I made bisque and some bread for you. Eat," He ordered, pushing the food towards me. "Are you going to eat?" I asked, picking up my spoon. "No, I've got a bit of work I need to finish up before Monday. Thanks to you, some collectors want to donate a few pieces to Femme de Sexe," He explained, pouring me a glass of water. "Wait, really? That's amazing," I exclaimed, dipping my bread into the bowl.