Twin Paranormal Ryan Rees Novels & Stories

“I need you to stick around a while longer. I have a few left unmated, and Sydney is pulling his hair out over Briar and Noah. I don’t want you getting any funny ideas about going first and haunting me.” “I’m sure I’ll have better things to do in the afterlife.” He snorts, turning back to the stovetop. I lean on the frame of the archway separating the living area and the kitchen, watching. Watching Ryan, who went through hell and back last year, converse with Trent, the least problematic of the men in his direct line. But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do.

Josh confirmed checking his recently dialed list, with a big wink. " How's Beck doing? " Ryan asked. He had been keeping quiet and acting a little weird, ever since they got back from that place. Ryan was now sure that there must be more scattered werewolves from their lost packs.Scattered every where, other the centuries. His new mission was to try and track any paranormal activity and recruit as many of them. He wanted to meet each one of them personally, to see whether he knew them already and persuade them. He had been trying to reach his uncle but it wasn't the first time that he was trying it.

“I’m—” “You’re not,” Dr. Hewitt said. “Your urine protein is 3+. You have a headache you’re not telling me about. And your vision is blurry. I can see it.” She was right. The screen was doubling. Reese’s face had two mouths. “Adrian,” I whispered. “Don’t stop. We have to—” “We have to keep you alive,” Adrian said. He turned to the screen. “Reese. You hear me? If anything happens to her. If anything happens to the twins. I will bury you so deep the FBI won’t find you.”

now it felt like I was standing on the edge of something I couldn’t see. "Are you going to talk, or just stare at that paper all day?" Ryan snapped from across the room. I shot him a glare, sharp and short, but said nothing. He wasn’t worth it. Not right now. The doctor exhaled slowly, then finally spoke, voice steady but low. “The results are out. Aria is pregnant with twins… but they don’t share the same father. Each baby belongs to a different man. One is Kian’s. The other is Ryan’s.”

he asked softly, his voice close to my ear. “I did,” I admitted. “Very well.” “Good,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes bright with something like relief. “You deserve that.” Ryan was already standing too, smiling at me in that steady way of his, but my attention drifted past them before I could say anything else. Two young people sat at the table, both rising slowly to their feet as they stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. A girl and a boy — twins, if I had to guess — both with the same silver eyes, the same sharp cheekbones, the same familiar curve of the lips. They looked like younger versions of Ryan. Like younger versions of… me.

The manor had that effect—poison seeping into everything. “You haven’t even seen what he’s truly capable of,” Reese said darkly. “I’m more curious about why he had a heart attack the exact same night Penny was spotted on the grounds. And Ryan was with her. None of it adds up. It’s like being handed chess pieces that don’t even belong to the same game.” I perched on the bed beside him. “When you talk about Ryan… you mean Alyssa’s baby daddy, right? That Ryan?” “Yeah. The same crafty, lying motherfucker.”

Half of them were about Elena. Half of them were about him. _“He did this to himself.”_ _“She deserves better.”_ _“Who is Kian Monroe?”_ Ryan threw his phone across the room. It hit the wall and the screen cracked. He didn’t pick it up. --- *Tuesday | 6:30pm | Voss Tower* Adrian was in his office with a glass of scotch when Reyes came in with a tablet. Reyes said, “The blog picked it up. It’s spreading.”

“Took her cookies and left.” Ryan slumped into the chair beside her. “She’s... nice.” Grams smiled knowingly. “I told you so.” They sat in comfortable silence as Ryan munched on a cookie. But his mind was still buzzing with questions. “Grams,” he said slowly. “Are Tessy and Bruno really twins? I mean... they don’t look alike.” Grams raised a brow. “Did she tell you that?” “Sort of,” he said. “It just feels... off. Like there’s more to it. And I’ve never seen their parents around.”