Rod Reiss Novels & Stories

“That’s exactly why they taught me how to use my powers. So, I could become one of the most powerful beings in the world. A Reaper.” “Where is your scythe?” I replied. He didn’t find it funny. He wrapped his hands around my neck, drug me up from the ground, and backed me into a tree. “This kill will be the dirtiest one I have had to do so far. You are the only unlucky one who can resist my gift.” He smiled as I choked and pulled at his arms, “But don’t worry your friend Callie’s will be much cleaner, and she will be right after you.” I kicked him in the stomach, and he released a little then punched me in the stomach. My ribs felt like they were breaking. His hands were around my throat in s

Nathan puts his hand on my back, and I narrow my eyes at him, but he shrugs. "Unprofessional," I murmur, moving away. "Ryan!" Mr. Phillips approaches, accompanied by a young blonde. They shake hands. "Miss Collins," he offers me his hand, which I accept. "Intelligent and beautiful, Ryan, you have chosen well," he says, putting his hand on my back again. "I agree," Ryan says. Alright, Ryan, I'll let it pass since no one here knows us. "Allow me to introduce my daughter, Stella. Stella, this is Nathan Ryan."

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

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.]

Valerio muttered, feeling frustrated. "You mean. You're not allowed to keep one." Ernesto asked, his eyebrows pulled together. "Yes, It has been weeks since I last saw her." Valerio said sadly. Ernesto gave him a reassuring pat on his back. "We don't have time to waste. If things get ever worse with our families, or, Castelli couldn't help us. I know someone from the Rosetti family. They will help us." He told them, looking assured. "I trust you, man!" Valerio nodded his head and climbed into Armando's car, which Armando drove off quickly, looking stressed.

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.”

"These past few months have been insane. I went from living an ordinary life in the suburbs, working at a desk job, to this..." "I can relate," Alex agreed, "I met Reese while working as a barista. It was a shock to be brought home to meet his parents and walk into this place." "Oh, but you should see their father's house," she made a whistling sound, "The toilets are made of real gold." Vivian emerged from the doorway carrying a bottle of wine in each hand, "Alright, I have here two of the finest bottles I could find!"

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.

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