Agent Reid Novels & Stories

“You’ve weakened him. You’ve cost him allies, control. Do you think that kind of love is sustainable when the real wolves start circling? Victor was nothing compared to what’s coming.” Elena didn’t look away. “Then let them come. I’ll stand beside him.” The door behind them opened, and Reid stepped in, tension riding his shoulders. He froze when he saw Ada. “Christ,” he muttered. “Was this a family reunion and no one told me?” Ada gave him a thin, dismissive nod. “Mr. Shaw.” “Ms. Blackwood.” Reid eyed her carefully. “You come bearing condolences or threats?” Ada smiled faintly. “Sometimes, they’re the same thing.”

Imagine my surprise when with the rest of the guys that applied with me, the ones that actually wanted to work here, I got the envelope stating I was in. Now, I give an alcohol slowed shrug, with an easy grin. “I was being honest. I don’t bottom.” And that’s the honest to god truth. I’m still figuring out the lying about your identity part of being an agent. They whoop and cheers again. More rounds for everyone. We made it. After the countless rounds of interviews, those splits, the dance routines, everything was worth it in the end. Best of all, I’m in.

“Yes sir” “Find her. I want her address. Now” Harry hesitated. “You mean......” “You know damn well who I mean.” There was silence, then the click of keys over the line. “Give me a few minutes.” The call ended. Reid got off the bed and paced his room. He couldn’t think straight. His company, his pride, gone in a blink of an eye, all because he underestimated one person. And that person turned out to be the one person he loved the most.

Tall and lean, with broad, straight shoulders, he held a book with a blue cover, just as the message had described. As he approached, I instinctively took a step back, my palm breaking into a cold sweat. “Miss Lily?” His voice was low and steady, without a hint of emotion. “I’m Mark. My father has been your father’s personal bodyguard for the last twenty years.” “My father… sent you?” My throat tightened, and at the mention of Papa, my nose stung with sudden emotion.

The cold night air hit me instantly, biting sharply through the thin fabric of my silk blouse, but the shock of the chill was grounding. I dialed the number. The line rang once. Twice. Three times. I was just about to hang up, a wave of regret washing over me, when a cautious, professional voice answered the call. "Hello?" "Natalie Reyes?" My voice came out steadier than I felt, anchoring itself in my trained corporate cadence. "My name is Catriona Agreste. I… I found your personal information through a ledger connected to Shawn Reid." A long, heavy silence stretched across the digital line. The ambient noise of Chicago traffic was faintly audible in her background. When she finally spoke ag

“She was trying to walk out on me, again. I just needed her to stay and realize how good we were together. What Elena needed was to simply remember how easy life was for her when she was still here.” Reid pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to change the subject for fear that his boss was likely going to slip into another mental stupor. “Sir, for the time being, we need to start really focusing on this upcoming bid,” he said. “As your Beta, it was my responsibility to ensure that you are in your most pristine condition and are putting your best face forward.” Again, Barrett knew that he was right. Now was not the time for him to sink any lower than he had been.

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."

As he finished speaking, a furious shout rang out, "Shut up! Who gave you the right to disrespect Mr. Adrian?!" Reid, flushed with anger, stepped between them and glared at the agent. The agent was taken aback. He saluted respectfully and said, "Mr. Reid! What are you doing here?" As a member of the Council of Elders' direct force, the agent naturally recognized Reid, who wielded significant influence within the Council. "Answer my question,” Reid growled. Flustered and not daring to argue, the agent replied softly, "Mr. Reid, this is an order from above..."

They went downstairs together and through the compound and Roman felt the pack bond registering their movement, felt the quiet attention of forty one wolves tracking their Alpha and Luna walking toward the gate side by side, and thought that whatever Reid had come here to accomplish he was about to discover that the asset he had engineered into this territory had become something his warrant didn't have a category for. The gate came into view. Six federal agents in tactical gear standing in a loose formation that was trying to look casual and wasn't. Reid in the center, gray haired and entirely unsurprised by anything he was looking at, which was itself a kind of answer. He saw Sara. Somethi

"Reid was just excited when he heard about me chatting with some investors yesterday, there was nothing else." Rowen stood in front of Aliana, speaking for her. Tomas was indeed an investor, and Reid was indeed using his phone. It was only after listening to Tomas's words that Reid became emotionally excited. No problem. The agent was a bit skeptical, but now it doesn't matter so much, taking care of people is more important. He skillfully took out his own large bag, which was filled with a pile of medical supplies. He walked into the mud house and started taking care of it earnestly.