Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt Novels & Stories

I said to Brendon, who had his hands on his waist and nodded his head in response. "Okay, the clothes you asked for are on your bed," he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling at me. I felt my face heat up at his gesture. After slamming the back door shut, I winced and rubbed my aching back. My mind was haunted by my encounter with Tiffany, and all I could think about was brutal revenge. The thought of Rina slicing her into bits and feeding her to the beasts brought a satisfying smile to my lips, but that would be doing her a favor of dying in peace .

She grabbed his hands and they walked out of the room. She could remember her lawyer telling her a certain time that Reid wasnt the mastermind to the rape incident—now that he said it as well, how will she come to believe that it wasnt a plan he had with Felix? How on earth will he just be a revenge tool when he's a blood relative to Felix? Everything was too deep for her to understand, but all she wishes for is to believe that Reid is innocent of everything. Once she can believe that, then all the hatred will get away as well.

“You knew that too?” She holds his gaze. “I knew he was writing things by hand near the end. I did not know what he finished.” Near the end. Everyone in this room talks about Adrian Reed like he was one week away from being honest forever. Maybe that is what dead men buy most easily: potential. Megan pushes off the window at last and comes farther into the room. Her lip is swollen. Her sleeve is still torn. She looks less like the polished daughter Victoria raised and more like the child she probably never got to be.

Thinking about it makes me so angry. He went through so much and I can't even blame him for coming into my life to get revenge. If the same happened to me, I would have done worse. And I'm going to help him get his revenge. On Zorya and that bitch Samantha Kreese. She caused trauma for him. She made him have nightmares. She's going to regret her existence by the time I'm done with her. Adrian was crying so much a while ago. I literally felt his pain when I hugged him and wished there was a way to take that pain away. The only thing I could do was offer comfort as I just allowed him to cry his eyes out.

she said and frowned. "Hurt goes alongside love. It hurts so much." she lowered her voice as she thought of Steve. He was her first love but he threw that away. "If that love you talk about is happiness, then I can never feel that love. I hate happiness." Rielle stopped and faced him. She stared at him for a while before she talked. "Although, when I was coming up with my story, I wrote that your hate, anger and hostility was due to jealousy. It was due to wickedness. I wanted you to be hated and all." she exhaled. "Now, I can't help but feel sorry for you. All your life have being filled with nothing but hate and sadness. Even when you were just an innocent infant."

RYLEE Guilt and worry overwhelmed me as I stared at my mate. He had his eyes closed and the burn I'd desperately tried to get rid of, was staring at me. I had been unable to mark him. The dark energy from the burn had been too strong. Plus, I had been afraid of hurting him. It was the reason why I had pulled away from him as quickly as I could. The burn had darkened to the color of soot and my fang mark was nowhere to be found. Entwining my fingers with Vincent's, I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

A sudden, treacherous heat coiled deep in my belly. A reminder of the night before that made me want to whimper. I squeezed my legs shut, my face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson. “Mate,” Mia whispered, her tail wagging so hard in my mind it felt like my ribs were vibrating. “He smells like pine trees and sin. Look at those shoulders.” 'Get back,' I snarled at her, shoving her into the darkest corner of my subconscious. 'He is the enemy.' Reid didn’t move. His golden eyes were fixed on me, unblinking.

“You disgust me!” My jaw tightened. I stepped closer, my voice low and deadly. “Why? Because I reprimanded you? You’re mad? Did you forget who I am?” My hands balled into fists as the fury surged again. “I am the Alpha. I could call for your execution right now if you keep up this act.” Reid’s eyes blazed. He laughed, a hollow, broken sound, and then screamed, “Go ahead! Kill me now!” His body shook as he twisted against the ropes. “Because if you let me live, if you let me breathe—your little lover will be gone!”

The one who broke, but never allowed himself to truly heal. And if Luca hurt him again, if history repeated itself? Would Asher even survive it this time? Reid’s gut twisted. Not with jealousy. With fury. With fear. He wasn’t doing this to win. He was doing this because someone had to see the cracks. Because Reid still loved him. Because Dominic might be a bastard, but he wasn’t wrong about everything. ..................... It was nearly midnight when Reid drove through the abandoned service road, winding into an estate surrounded by high walls and private security. His headlights cut through fog and silence.

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.