Rod Reiss Novels & Stories

The man quickly changed his tone into a softer one as he reached his hand to grab Rose's hand but she quickly avoided his touch. “Ha, I see you're a bit wary because I haven't introduced myself, beautiful lady. “My name is Rey Mason, the general manager of HYL entertainment industry. I'm sure you've heard a lot about me?” The man introduced himself, stumbling a bit. He was obviously drunk and wasted. Rose's frown deepened as she watched him. “I have never heard of that name before, excuse me.” She said as she was about to walk away but he quickly blocked the road with his hand.

“Fuck sake’s, Reese. I can’t play Daddy with you, Troy would have my balls for breakfast.” It was Reese’s turn to laugh. “No, he won’t. Troy couldn’t care less whose balls I play with.” “As your Gamma it’s my duty to assist you in any way I can but I have to warn you, my balls are big and you have small hands but if you want to play, I’m game,” Russo said with a grin so big that Reese couldn’t keep the laughter inside. “Can you imagine the rumours we’d start? First I showered with Drake and then I play with your balls. The Luna slut of Black Claw strikes again,” Reese said as she walked into her office and found Emily standing in front of her desk.

Relief floods me immediately. “It must be my lucky day, I get three for the price of one,” the man chuckles, his voice makes my skin crawl and I try to struggle out of his hold again but I am rewarded with a splitting pain in my head, “She is a feisty one, isn’t she? Probably a screamer.” There is a growl and the man chuckles again, “Alpha Reynolds, let me introduce myself. I am Lucas, the man who is going to bring you to justice.”

“Who the fuck does he think he is?!” Their voices all come at once, too fast for my overloaded brain. I throw up my hands. “Guys! Guys! I’m good. Seriously. I know rejections suck for wolves, but I’m not a wolf. I’m fine.” And then I drop the bomb. “Anyway, I know where the remaining Riding Hoods are. They’re on the Greek island of Ios.” The room goes dead silent. Then, absolute chaos. Until Devin lets out a shrill whistle that cuts through the noise like a blade.

He placed them between his fingers and went back and forth with them. Her nipples which were soft and fallen soon became hard and rigid. ‘Mr. Ross, what’s going on?’, Isioma said as Ross continued to kiss her. Isioma took off his shirt. She has never seen a man with such a hot body before. He had broad shoulders. His chest was so huge and his dark abs were showing so much. His abs were chiseled and strong. He must have trained so hard to get them. The lines were so deeply crafted inside his body. ‘A work of art’, Isioma thought to herself — even a perfect bar of Cadbury Nutzy Chocolate could never.

Ryder moved ahead of me, and I followed him around to the other side of the building, where Reese is waiting for us. Up close, I noticed a few differences between the two brothers. They both have shaggy brown hair, but Reese's is a few shades darker. His eyes are also a darker blue, and he's a good couple of inches shorter than his older brother, just barely under six feet tall. Reese's body is thinner, whereas Ryder has a more muscular build. Reese gave me a friendly smile and extends his hand for me to shake. As I do, he says, "Hey, my name's Reese."

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

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Something older than both of those, and more specific, and pointed at a location he was not going to think about. He sat very still. He breathed. He knew what this was. He had done what he told himself he would not do and opened the restricted pack archives three weeks ago at midnight, and he had read everything the archive contained on Apex Bond mechanics, rejection consequences, and residual bond phenomena. He had read it with the specific focus of a man who needed information he intended not to act on, and it had given him exactly that: information. The warmth was a documented residual effect of an incomplete Apex Bond severance. It was temporary. It resolved.

one said, chuckling, “of course you can bring your manager. Anything for Mr. Rodriguez’s referrals and please put in a good word for us to him. I hid my reaction behind a polite smile and said. I do not know him personally. Unwilling to divulge who I was to him. I want to do this on my own, and on my own terms. “Please fill in your details here,” the man said, sliding a form towards me and smiled politely. I picked up the pen, pausing at the space for Surname. I didn’t want to be tied to that family anymore — not to the name that came with humiliation and betrayal. So, I wrote simply: Celine R. Clean. Detached. Free. After all the formalities were done, I thanked them and stepped outside. Th