Agent Reid Novels & Stories

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

“I strongly suspect him.” I shake my head and sigh. “We can't be sure yet. I'd like to interact with him to see his reactions.” “No! You are not going close to him.” He objects immediately. His phone suddenly beeps, and he pulls it out of his pocket, looking at the screen. As he reads the message, a hard frown forms on his face. Curiosity washes over me, and I peep in to see what is in the text. “Rogues attacked. But we were able to put them off. We captured a few. One of them confessed to coming here for Elara,” the text from Reid reads.

Reid scoffs, snatching two glasses of Moët and downing them in quick succession. “She tried to reject me,” he spits, the words thick with anger and disbelief. I exhale slowly, my lips pressing into a firm line. I suspected this might happen. I glance at my friend, torn. If he knew why Gaia said those things, he wouldn’t be tearing himself apart like this. But I can’t tell him. If anyone had gossiped about what Claudia had endured, I’d have ripped their tongue out without hesitation. And Reid? He’d do worse. He has a talent for pain, which is why he commands the warriors.

Seeing the proof, the warrant for arrest was granted. Mr. Reid was in his house, alone. He had dismissed all his servants. He had managed to clear the media personnel that hung around his house. He was still in a rage that it was his daughter that sold them out. He hadn't even contacted anyone in the past week. He was trying to totally avoid being spotted by the government or any official. When he heard the knock on his door, he assumed it was his daughter who had returned so he went to open the door. Soon as he saw the uniformed men, he sighed in defeat. Offering them a small smile, he asked what they wanted.

I peer past Brock into what is evidently Reid’s office, spotting him seated in a large leather chair behind a sturdy wood desk covered in paperwork. “Perfect timing, I just finished up the list of placements for the Denver wolves,” Reid says, grabbing a piece of paper off of his desk and pushing his chair back, rising to stand. He looks to me, grinning. “You excited to see some of your pack?” I nod enthusiastically. “Can’t wait! Thanks for getting everything organized.” Reid starts toward us, rounding his desk. He holds out the paper to me as he approaches. “Wanna double check my count for your people?”

The man staggered back, gasping for air, but Reid didn’t stop—he pivoted and slammed his elbow into the next attacker’s throat, dropping him instantly. Another man rushed from behind, but Reid twisted, caught his wrist, and drove a knee into his stomach. The man crumpled with a grunt, but Reid didn’t spare him a glance before turning to the next threat. Adam stood smirking, watching it all unfold. A chair scraped from behind me as another man charged for Reid with a broken bottle. Reid was faster. He sidestepped, letting the man fall forward before grabbing him by the neck and, with a sickening snap, sent him collapsing to the floor.

He says and walks to the other side of Gray's bed. " Hi." Reid tells me. That's one of his normal greetings since we barely talk. He always acts awkward around me. Don't know why. I think part of the reason is because he threatened me before and smacked my butt. " Hi." I reply. He nods and turns to look at Gray who hasn't let go of me yet. " Moskov is still missing." Reid states. " You really don't have to fight it Gray. You're still recovering and you should stop thinking about the Mafia." I tell him.

Everything I said here would be documented, preserved, and used. Agent Reeves sat across from me, looking as though he had aged a decade since the raid at the wedding. His temples were gray now, and deep lines etched around his eyes spoke of the weight of three dead agents. "Elena." His voice was softer than I expected. "I'm glad you're safe. We've been searching everywhere." "Have you." The words tumbled out flat and emotionless. He flinched slightly before opening a file on the table. "I'm sorry about Adrian."

He did not need a long, complicated explanation. Reid was a bad man who worked for money. He did not act on his own. He worked for whoever paid him the most. If Reed sent that video to destroy Adrian's trust in Elena, it meant someone with a lot of money and a mean plan was pulling his strings from the dark. And Adrian already had a very strong guess about who that person was. Adrian began to walk back and forth across the floor of his office again. His boots hit the hard wood in a steady, heavy rhythm.

When Reid turned 23, he appointed him as the CEO and entrusted META to him while he is also busy running our real estate company. META is the biggest talent agency in Los Angeles and its continuing growth is truly amazing. Within five years of Reid's leading the company, it gained remarkable prestige and became the leading talent agency in the city. Thus, this great success and achievement made him renowned to everybody in the business industry. Reid and I are identical twins. If I'm going to dress like him, everybody will surely get confused identifying our names because we are exactly the same in height, complexion, and bodybuilding. But there's one thing that differs in our appearance and