Rick Renner Books Novels & Stories

“He didn’t give one. Private line. I checked it after. Dead now.” Of course it was. I stared at the photo again. Elliot’s orbit. Elliot’s style. Elliot’s deniability. “Where would Renner go if he needed to disappear?” I asked. The manager wiped his hands on his pants. “There’s a place in Jersey. Old warehouse units. He used one last winter when he didn’t want to be seen in the city. I don’t know if he’s there. I only know that’s where people like him go when a job turns into a problem.”

He was quiet for a moment. “You’re planning something specific,” he said. “I am,” I said. “I’m not ready to share the details yet.” “Fair enough,” he said. “I’ll stand witness alongside Tessaly.” Renner of Westmarch was different. I had expected caution from him; he had been careful and measured since our first conversation, the diplomatic neutrality of an Alpha weighing significant political risk before committing to either side of a dispute that could reshape several treaty relationships depending on how it concluded. What I heard in his voice this time was something colder than caution.

Ren muttered before lifting the lid of the box, and spotting only two items within it – a black leather-bound book that seemed to be a journal of some sort, as well as a white envelope sitting atop the book. Frowning, Ren took those two items out before waving goodbye to Mizuki, and leaving the bar. The bell tinkled somewhere in the bar as the door closed behind Ren, and he opened the book. A small note slipped out and fluttered to the ground, which caused Ren to pause in his tracks. Bending down to pick up the note, Ren recognised Yuri’s writing on it immediately. He smoothed the note over, and read it quickly. Ren, I’ve finally finished my story.

"hisss.. I'm sorry. You're not cute!" "You! Stop right there!" the short man shouted and chased him in his small store. Wren suddenly stumbled on a heavy book and stumbled down. "Eh," he picked the book and opened it. it was a well written cook book along with pictures. Just looking at the pictures made his stomach growl loudly. "get up!" the short man hit his back with a book. "you have a lot of books sir. Do you have one with the history of Rene? I would like to buy that,"

Ren chuckled headed over to one of the tables while I busied myself from dancing and finally got rid of the skeleton. I heard Ren gasp and saw him standing over one of the tables, reading an opened book. “What the hell?” He breathed out. It was rare for him to read books that I got curious and followed him to see the contents of it. I gasped as well. This was not what I was expecting. “He’s...he’s not studying about plants.” I whispered as I read the contents and turned the page. “He’s studying about tamers.” “Rose? Look at this.” Ren pointed to the other book where I saw an inked drawing of the chalice. I stood closer to him as I read the description.

Dominik snarled. He pressed the knife closer to my throat and I could feel the blade penetrating my skin as blood started flowing down my neck onto my shirt. “Read the fucking incanation.” Andres snarled and shoved the notebook towards me. I had no other way out of here… There was no possible way to get out alive without bringing them back with me, and I knew this. I also had a feeling that they were not actually scared of Rowen, and they were faking it. Which told me that they may be a real opponent for him and his brothers. That thought just made me even more terrified.

There was a painting of a lighthouse on the wall, the kind of motivational image that was meant to suggest hope but mostly just looked lonely. Eliana sat on the edge of her chair. She didn’t touch the tissues. Her mother waited in the lobby, clutching a magazine she wasn’t reading, and Eliana could feel her anxiety through the walls like a radio tuned to the wrong frequency. Dr. Renner was sixtyish, with silver hair pulled back in a low bun and reading glasses that hung from a beaded chain around her neck. She had the look of someone who had spent decades listening to people describe their own private hells, and who had learned to wait without judgment.

Rex, I'm scared," I said, my body trembling. This wasn't the first time I had felt this way. I felt scared when Ares and Jo were kidnapped, and now, unknown men with guns are out to get us. Rex pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. "It's going to be alright. I won't let anything happen to us. We need to think smart and lose them. Come, let's get out of the room and stay low." I remembered Rex had served in the military; like Don, he was a sergeant in the Marines.

From A. Renner’s Perspective The first sign was in the silence. Renner sat in his study, the light from his screen painting sharp shadows across the room. He stared at the encrypted report Kai had just sent, heart pacing with a kind of dread he hadn’t felt since his early investment days—when a bad deal meant more than lost money; it meant lost trust. And this wasn’t money. This was Layla Brooks. At the top of the report, two words were circled in red: