Rhys Book Character Novels & Stories

I am trying to determine which two are worse: Riley and Sapphire, Mathius and Sapphire, or Sapphire and Luke. I agree with Riley when he says it is Luke’s fault that my precious jewel has picked up the more colorful aspects of the Aussie language. Riley and Mathius argue with Sapphire like siblings, which I guess they are. Riley might not be her sibling by blood, but you wouldn’t know that with how they give each other shit. We have gone back to acting as we did before discovering everything. I still don’t like the idea of my precious jewel not having protection, but I need to trust her and her ability to protect herself. I know we are more aware of our surroundings and everyone we enc

He was absolutely the handsome man here in Rosla and he was also the prince. The third prince. Prince Rhyker is here, right in front of my face. I can't believe it. I rubbed my eyes harshly, snapping out of my dream but it wasn't a dream. He was really here. "Is this your book?" He held the book toward me, with a smirk. His voice is just like I imagined, it was deep and husky. I gulped nervously and bowed clumsily in front of him. "M-my P-prince." I stuttered.

" I just chuckled as my stomach churned in the discomfort that overcame me. Yeah, Britta's right. But the thing is I've did it. And my sanity has gone somewhere. >>> “As a kid, Rhysand was a boy who could not stay still, and was always fussy.” That smiling voice sounded soft and sincere to my ears. I opened the photo album on the second page which showed a lot of little boys with black hair, and hazel eyes that were shining innocently. "He would always give anyone a headache when he wanted something." Mariana Miller continued from beside me. My laughter came out. Yeah, apparently since childhood his annoying behavior has been there.

The nostalgia and all my highlighted points are mostly about Rhys. "This means a lot," I said. "You know the male lead in this book; his name is Rhys, and oh god, he is the epitome of sexiness. When I came to know more about him, I was like, Sir, please step on me. His eyes, his wings, and his I could not finish my sentence when I heard a low growl erupt in Noah's throat. "Be careful when you are talking about other men while I am here," Noah threatened.

RHYERS Rhyers was in WaterRose’s library, patiently waiting for Sebastian to come down. As he often did. He sat quietly in the blue chair awaiting Sebastian, knowing he always wandered down when he was good and healed. Rhyers had leisurely picked up the book Elsabet had left set open on the counter. He’d picked up reading where she had left off. He was surprised to find it was plump with old-world tales. Some of the characters were very similar to the Forever Knights. Which he found intriguing.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

“You think they are sisters, not cousins?” “I think they might be twins. You know as well as I do that they wouldn’t know until they saw each other. They are not like us.” “Stay with her!” I snap walking away. “Where are you going?” “To get some answers!” Rhys was standing by the dungeons, though he wasn’t guarding it very well and was too busy talking to one of the females from the pack. He stands up straight as he sees me, muttering pleasantries. His face falls when I pull open the door without saying a word.

Beyond the cliff edge, I can see the whole forest. Plumes of smoke rise into the air from chimneys and campfires, from every pack as far as the horizon. But I am alone. I have no pack. I have no home. I have no one. I am a rogue. I am alone. Suddenly, a voice in my head speaks. It is my voice, but it is different from my usual inner thoughts. "You are not alone, Rylie. You are a luna." The voice comforts me. The strength of my lineage.

Chapter 13: Trouble in Paradise Rhys’s P.O.V: A vicious growl tore through me as I watched Zyane about to do the unthinkable. The growl distracted Zyane enough to snap his attention towards me, but all he did was growl at me in rage before turning back towards the cowering girl he had trapped under him by force. Knowing that I was the closest one to him, I jumped up on top of one of the rocks and in one swift motion, landed right behind Zyane and sank my teeth into his shoulders to rip him off of the girl and throw Zyane away from her.

“Why would I ever do that?” Rhys’s lips twitch. “You tell me.” He reaches down and picks up one of the books, turning it in his large hands. “The History of Lycan Clans,” he reads aloud. “I don’t recall this being part of your study regimen.” Hope opens her mouth, but before she can speak, I step forward. “It’s mine, Captain.” Rhys turns his head toward me, his sharp eyes raking over me from head to toe. I straighten my spine despite the tremor running through me.