Rod Reiss Novels & Stories

He wore a hood. “You sent the message?” she asked. He turned around. It wasn’t a man. It was a boy. Barely eighteen. Thin. Pale. With dark circles under his eyes. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Reed.” “Why should I believe that?” He pulled out a flash drive. “Because I know who the Viper is.” Celeste’s breath caught. Reed handed her the flash drive. “Your father worked with me. Before he disappeared. He was hunting the Viper too.”

] Fishers did not care about the entertainment industry, and if they were to boycott us, they would never find better fishing rods. My reply had fans laughing hysterically. [Rosie is so awesome, she's the best!] [No wonder Rosie said she was taking a break. Looks like she was just setting up something huge!] [She took two hours to win back what she deserves!] [The award ceremony yesterday pissed me off. How could the shameless jerk Allen announce his relationship while awarding Rosie?] [The host had no sense.]

He tightened his hold on Iris, dragging her into his room. Iris grabbed hold of the door to stop herself from being dragged away. “No, you’re mistaken, sir. I’m not available. Please find someone else for your pleasure. I’ll scream for help.” He laughed, the sound echoing around the silent corridor. “Do you know who I am? No one in their right senses would mess with me. I’m Roger Symonds, owner of the celebrity home-building giant, RS Homes. I was the one who built this club and its interior. So cooperate, woman! You should consider yourself lucky to have collided with someone like me.”

Russell explained. Rodgie grabbed his head with both hands. What he had just heard was unbelievable. In fact, this is a very heavy blow for him. “No that’s impossible. Tori can’t leave my mother and child alone. Tori is a good wife,” Rodgie lamented. Russell had investigated the prison leadership’s background. Rodgie deliberately took a job as a secret assassin to support his family. However, in his third act as a hitman, he actually made a mistake that got him caught and sentenced to life in prison.

"You didn't start seeing Rox until late January. She was already going into her third month of pregnancy. I know she's not your daughter son. Even then, you tried to make yourself responsible for a baby that wasn't yours because, at the time, you felt it was the right thing to do. I have to say; I was damn proud of you." He drives slowly, stopping for pedestrians who are crossing the streets in front of small shops. "Russ, son. Your time will come to be a dad with the right person. When that time comes, you will know she's the one." he says, smiling at me and winking at me. I give him a slight smile and sigh.

He went ahead to make sure I had understood how dangerous he could be, quite not digestible but it was all for the small facade. Several men jumped out of nowhere. They were all putting on the 'Raven' outfit and each of them were all holding long sticks as they emerged to save Val and I. "Did Raven send you to meddle in what's not your business?" Rex asked the men. One of them sprang forth an attack, the long stick piercing into his stomach as he lost his balance staggering. "Tell Raven that I said she should stop meddling in my matters. We have ended the alliance between us already" Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach.

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

"Might as well make it count." Tessa offered a rare, fragile smile. "I've been chasing this story for years, Elias. I never thought I’d actually find it. I’m not turning back now." Roderick looked at the drive, his hand trembling just a fraction. He knew the cost of this path. He had seen it in the eyes of his comrades who had fallen, and in the faces of the people he had been ordered to silence. But for the first time in years, the crushing weight of his guilt felt lighter, replaced by the sharp, electric clarity of a purpose that wasn't dictated by a superior officer.

Mac shocked; You fools, why did you come again and how did you come and damn it Rodri seriously; It doesn't matter all that matters is what I'm going to say now Maxmus coldly; What is the subject of your conversation, O Priestess of Light? Rodri gets nervous when she sees their racist looks towards her, being a light and a priest too; A It's about the Chevy El Everyone is shocked and stunned by what Rodri says, and silence prevails throughout the hall and shock

“Yeah, I guess so, all things considered.” “Good.” Chase nods, his gaze sliding to the floor as he yanks his hands from the pockets of his jeans. He slides one into his hoodie pocket instead, pulling out a joint and holding it up. “You wanna smoke a J?” I smile and give a little shake of my head. “I’d better not, I’m already on thin ice with Reid.” Chase rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, tucking the joint back into his hoodie pocket. “That guy’s too serious.”