Novel & Cerita Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt

“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.

Alma was wrong; these feral Alphas weren’t my helpers; they were my punishers. They were the Alphas of Doom, and I-I was their doomed mate. I understood everything now. “I-I’m being punished.” I was perhaps not the goddess’s favorite.

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.

Alpha Matthew, with his platinum blonde hair slicked back and beside him… It was her. My breath hitched and I swore I could hear the glass I was holding crack. I couldn't believe it. Mara Reid. The woman who constantly plagued my dreams, the woman I rejected and mistreated and humiliated was here. After ten long years, I saw her again. And she was with someone else. Something hot and bitter swelled up at the sight and I barely held a growl. She looked fucking sexy, her silvery dress highlighted her curves while her hair was pinned up. Those luscious lips called out to me.

Rael frowned and simply knocked her unconscious with a palm strike. Finally, the hall went quiet. Reid stood off to the side, wanting to check on Raina’s injury. But after taking a few steps, he stopped. His eyes locked onto her injured hand, a dark expression crossing his face. She’d been hurt before, and he’d always been the one to care for her, thinking they’d never hurt each other, never betray each other. But now, Reid finally understood—those days were gone. From the moment he chose to break up with her, there was no going back.

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target. I stared at his fake, affectionate face. At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind. Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away. I was going to make him fail his mission. I wanted him dead! The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open. My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red. “Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

no it could either mean one of two things; I was losing my mind, or I now have superhearing abilities. I was still within Halbart and Rowe Finance premises—I was out in the parking lot, yet I could hear conversations from inside the boardroom. I tried to narrow my mind to my next task which was to head over to my lawyers office. That has been my first instinct, to destroy Phillip legally, strip him clean and leave him gasping for air. But the memory of the pillow pressing down against my face flashes through me so vividly, my chest tightens. "No, I can't repeat the same mistake." I said as I grabbed the steering wheel, my fingers tightening over it until my knuckles turned white.

“Still gaping from Jace’s fat cock. You love being our cum-dump, don’t you, darlin’?” I moaned, nodding frantically. “Yes—God, yes…” Reid knelt at my side. He pinched my left nipple until I yelped, then clamped it with cold silver. The bite was vicious, my whole body jerked. He did the right one next, connected them with a thin chain, and gave it a slow, cruel tug. “Ahhh—fuck!” I cried, hips bucking. “Quiet,” Reid said softly, dangerously. “Or I’ll gag that pretty mouth.”

I clamp down on my fingers, hips bucking wild, hot waves crashing as I gush over my hand. “Dame—fuck—yes!” I cry, voice breaking, riding his imaginary tongue through every spasm, drawing it out long and filthy until I’m trembling, boneless, dripping. I finally still, chest heaving, fingers still buried inside, thighs slick and shaking. Then the haze clears. I just fingered myself senseless to the memory of a dangerous criminal. A man who lied to get me in bed. A man who runs guns, drugs, and God knows what else.