Rhea Royce 소설 & 이야기

she announced as I tried my best to push down the rising anger. I was about to respond when nurses began rushing down the halls, leaving a sense of emergency to walk in the building, Renae and I becoming alert as we saw Jeremih running down the hall behind them which was a rare sight. I began saying a silent prayer hoping it wasn't another rape victim, the thought alone making me feel down. I began preparing myself for whatever it was but all the preparation went through the window when I saw her laying on the stretcher. . . . .

"I could torture her until you comply." "You could." Royce sat back on his heels as he stared into the face of pure evil. "But you won't find anyone of my reputation to give you what you want, and if you harm her I won't do shit for you. And you won't have the pleasure of forcing me to lie, the man who robbed you of the oviraptor nest last year. I cost you fifteen million dollars, am I right?" Royce chuckled, acting carefree, even though he was feeling anything but.

Marco King Carlo cleared his throat. “So tell me, Marco, how did the interviews go today? Did you find someone to help you while on your sabbatical?” “I did,” Marco said. Sabrina’s face flashed into Marco’s mind. “And...?” “Her name is Sabrina. She’s from Memphis, Tennessee, born and raised. In fact, she lives just a few miles from the hotel where I’m staying now.” Marco couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice and his father recognized it immediately.

Gritting my teeth at the currents of electricity that rush through me. Fuck, I still need to get him back. I glance at the other body there and pick him up. I can’t leave him here. Hoisting both bodies up, I break into a run just as my phone goes off. I press the button on my earpiece. “Yeah?” I say as I run back to the car, feeling the earpiece buzzing, thanks to the electricity. “Leo, you’re in Brent right, you need to find Royce! Royce Arden! He’s hurt. Please drop everything! Sky’s in so much pain! She-”

Something he never expected. "Doctor?" I called out to him, and he looked back at me, still wearing that bewildered look. "What's happened?" I inquired as he walked over to me, his gaze locking onto mine once more. "Alpha," he began to speak, and I braced myself for the news he was about to deliver. I needed to know what was truly wrong with Sierra and why she had let out that agonizing scream. "There's something you must be aware of, Alpha," he said, his voice heavy with gravity. "The other day, she lost one child, but there's another one still growing inside her."

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

I could complain, I've been home for days and I've never had a chance to take a walk then another mission, or at least that's what I thought. “Hello, Mr. Raiko, the IW president wants to talk to you”, said by Sabrien. White hair match with brown eyes. A fellow assassin. I could say, she is beautiful, wise, intelligent and a very good friend too. “But he is still in meeting with the senators. Please do wait for a moment”, she added. “Yeah sure”, I replied with a tone of annoyed with the situation.

Everyone turned at once—and there she was. Rhea strode toward them like she owned the resort, her head held high and her red two-piece swimsuit clinging perfectly to her curves. She wore a sheer white sarong tied around her hips, her long hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. With each confident step, she radiated elegance, mystery, and undeniable heat. Lucas shot to his feet like he’d been struck by lightning. “H-hot…” He muttered under his breath, eyes locked on her. The group all turned to him at once.

She is done being a ghost in a silk cage. She is an Executive Assistant, one good at her job, and she is reclaiming the boundaries she let him incinerate. If he wants a toy, he can find one that doesn't have a soul. “Morning, Tessa. Hi, Julian,” Rhea says, her voice surprisingly steady. Tessa looks up, her eyes going wide. She actually gasps. Rhea isn't wearing the modest, floor-length dresses she wears. She is wearing a sharp, black skirt that hits two inches above her knee, and a blouse that leaves the delicate curve of her shoulders exposed. It’s professional, yet dangerously casual.

Rhea The pretty girl chuckles and smiles back at me before stretching her hand out to me. “I’m Taylor Valentine, by the way,” she says. “I’ll be working as an assistant surgeon.” I shake her hand. “I’m Rhea Grayson. Assistant nurse.” “That’s so nice!” she grins. “Guess we’ll both be surviving this place together.” Before I can reply, the door of the vehicle opens and a stern-looking guard motions for us to step out. One by one, we all climb down. There are a lot of us. At least thirty people. I wonder why they are employing so many people at the same time.