Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt 소설 & 이야기

I was beginning to emotionally harden to it all. I think that I am going into shock, because it is not normal to not feel something when seeing your dad unconscious on the floor, or four of your pack member’s empty, lifeless faces laying on the dirty floor and getting just as cold. There is even nothing when I think about what they could be about to do to my brother, Elliot. “We’re just taking him outside. We’re gunna do a bit of torture, bit of this and that.” Reid’s arrogant response to me stung. The way that he could talk so casually about hurting his fellow wolves was disgusting, not to mention my brother.

But this… this would break him. The sudden buzz of Reid’s phone on the central console pulled him from his thoughts. He picked it up, his fingers trembling as he unlocked the screen. What he saw nearly tore his heart out. The image was a cruel one: Travis, bloodied, stabbed multiple times by men in ninja attire. The sight made Reid’s stomach turn, and as his eyes flicked nervously to Zac, he saw his boss lost in thought, staring out the window, as though gathering his shattered pieces of mind.

His golden brown eyes shot up, and I could see him clench his fist—ready to throw a punch at me. Reid took a step forward, closing the gap between us. "I dare you to say that again." He gritted. Whatever emotions that was on his face, I didn't care. For my hundred years of living, I haven't given a fuck to know what their crazy emotions were about, but I did know I was hitting a nerve. "You fucking murderer," I called scornfully. "How dare you mother—" "Reid!" Someone shouted from behind, which made him stop—his fist hung in the air. As if recognizing the voice, Reid withdrew his hand while I remained standing staring, expecting his punch on my face as that would definitely mean him returnin

Victor's voice was gruelly and gruesome. Sometimes, Reid forgets that they have the same wolf, Victor was different with Alexander, he makes him behave like contrarily and it scared them sometimes. “You can't hurt her like you hurt the rest, she is out mate,” Reid told him through gritted teeth although he didn't want to annoy him, he was still annoyed. “Ha ha, she is mine, okay? None of you will share my mate with me, it's enough that I share myself with you three!” Victor snapped and then moved toward Reid, he flung his arm and his claws tore deep into Reid’s cheek although he tried to dodge.

Sharp perfume, sharper eyes. “Heartless. Wicked,” she hissed. “Absolutely unhinged. Have you lost your mind?” “I…she….” “You’ve been acting crazy,” she cut me off. “After all, Damian finally brought someone Amara can call mother, and you nearly killed your own child. Do you even understand what’s happening to you?” I froze. The words from the hospital echoed in my head: Cognitive Identity Regression Disorder. They said I forget myself, lose control. But never not my daughter. Never her.

“Shit! Jasper, hold on!” “What are you doing here Reid?” A man said from the bedroom door. “Fuck, Vincent,” Reid’s voice held the sharp edge of hysteria. “You fucking shot my mate.” “Your mate? Hmm, well,” Vincent was amused. “I guess Marcella Damiano wasn’t the only queer one out of the two of you.” “You ordered her death,” Reid accused shifting Jasper slightly in preparation to spring, seeking to prevent the other werewolf from shooting again whilst he was pinned beneath Jasper’s weight on the ground, over the dead body of Jay.

His leg throbbed with pain, but he barely registered it. "A-again..." Asher stuttered, his eyes fixed on Kaidën's masked face. Just yesterday, the man was making him crazy with feelings he didn't understand, and tonight, he witnessed him murder a man and dismember the body as if it were the simplest task ever. Kaidën's gaze seemed to bore into Asher's soul as if reading his mind once again. At this point, Asher was certain the man could read his mind with that devilish stare. "You saw it happen to your mother, but you never looked away," Kaidën said, his words cutting deep. Asher's grip on his gun tightened, his mind racing with fear and confusion.

“My God. I’m so sorry.” Reena remembered when Mia had been kidnapped and badly beaten by a child trafficker; the look of stunned hurt and disbelief in her eyes had just taken Reena’s breath away at the time. She was sure that if she looked in the mirror right now, she’d see that exact same look in her own blue eyes. “I’m fine,” she told them as Katie came back in the room. “Just tired and sore.” Katie helped her drink a bit of water, then a bit more. Reena sighed and lay down again.

They were my problem now that she fucking overlooked the part about them being cold-blooded murderers who could effortlessly kill hundreds in under a minute? By the time I blinked, snapping out of my infatuating and infuriating thoughts, I discovered that the three of them had settled down—when did that happen—on seats I didn’t know even my room had as they watched me display my silent madness, different looks on their faces. I was taken aback, to be honest, ‘cause it was a bit creepy but also hot... It’s official. I need therapy. “Done licking your eyes all over us?” Devyn spat at me, my eyes shifting to meet his. They glowed for a millisecond before disappearing quickly as the dangerous Al

Women who had been rejected by their mates, women who had been beaten to the point of hospitalization, some who had even been raped, and some who had taken their own lives because the bond was too painful to bear. Compared to that… I was still alive. And despite everything, Demarion had never rejected me. Yes, he marked me forcefully, yes, he struck me once, but when I looked at the bigger picture, the lines between right and wrong blurred in ways I hadn’t expected. I couldn’t decide how I felt. I was confused. That was the only thing I could name. Total confusion. Even now, lying in the hospital bed with my eyes barely open, I could feel everything inside him.