Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt Novels & Stories

I was the most beautiful she-wolf in the pack, and Dad held a position of real power on the Elders' Council. Reynolds, by contrast, was just an average werewolf. But he had been so good to me over the years, and our families were close enough that the relationship eventually gained a silent acceptance. He'd been raised by a single mother in a complicated household. When his father cheated, his mother couldn't handle the betrayal and took her own life. This event left him deeply traumatized. He spent years avoiding intimacy and claiming he didn't believe in fated mates until he met me.

I’d gone as far as shoving the corpse of another dead criminal into that cell to sell the lie. So who did this? Usually guilt or mischief carries its own scent, but there was nothing here except sweat and exhaustion. No guilty stutters, no furtive looks, only the steady rhythm of feet and the tired heaviness in their shoulders. I watched every face, waiting for the one that blinked wrong. Call it off. Let them go have breakfast, I sent to Rowan through the mindlink. “One more round and you’re dismissed!” Rowan shouted. The promise of rest made them push harder, and in no time they finished their lap.

Reid smirks at me just as he puts his fist through Pierre’s chest and pulls out his heart. “NOOOOOO!!” I don’t even recognize it’s me screaming out in anguish. Somehow, I can feel his life tether snapping and I let the anger of my failure consume me. Reid turns to fully face me and crushes Pierre’s heart in his hand just as the keening cries of the pack members sound out with the pain of their Alpha’s loss. “I’m coming for you, little bitch,” he says, while staring into my eyes and pointing his bloody finger at me. His sinister, self-satisfied grin fuels my anger even more than it already was.

In my nightmares Adrian's face is blurry as I'm forgetting what he was like. I think it'll help me to see him in prison. According to Andrew the other prisoners have found out what he did and have been beating him up. I want to see him bruised like I was. I want to see him in chains while I'm free to leave. Hopefully I'll see him as the weak prisoner and not the scary abuser.

I kept walking, driven by the cold clarity of a single thought: I will not die because of his mistake. I drew on a part of my inner light-the light he called a liability-to seal the psychic wound, pushing the pain down until it settled in my right hand. That hand had healed him. It throbbed now, not with power, but with a dull, constant ache, as if the bone itself had been bruised. It was a tangible mark of his rejection, a constant reminder of my vow.

I screamed out loud. I could smell the burning of human flesh. My skin. Maya's skin. I could hear voices outside promising to help us and asking us to hold on. How could I hold on when my body is on fire? I kept screaming and all I could imagine was the pain that Maya had been in all her life. The research I carried out when she was knocked out was enough to let me know that she wasn’t living her dream life like I hoped she was, which made me not reach out to her when I was finally worthy to stand in her presence.

But my mind— It didn’t stay still. It went back. To her. To the way she stood in that room. Alone. Accused. And still— Unshaken. “I didn’t do it.” No hesitation. No fear. Just certainty. And then— Against my will— It went back further. To outside. To that moment. Her in his arms. My jaw clenched again. The image refused to leave. The way his hand had settled at her back. The way he had pulled her close. The way she had—

“Relax, Marcus. Reid is gone for the entire holiday break. The girl wanted a chance with him, so I’m just giving her one. No harm done. Besides, I took a violent slap from someone he offended…so I’m just collecting the reward.” “This isn't a game, Rhys!” Marcus yells, his fists clenching. “Jami is a good girl, and she actually likes Reid because she thinks he’s a safe, sweet guy! You are a reckless playboy! When Reid gets back and finds out you used his face to mess with the girl he’s always liked, he is going to absolutely despise you!” “Oh please, don't be too serious,” I wave my hand in the air. “I’ll break it off before the break ends and let Reid know too. She gets her little holiday ro

She sat down, pressed her hand to her mouth, and screamed. The truth was no longer a clean, straight line. It was a snarl of motives twisted so tightly together she couldn’t tell which ones were mercy and which ones were manipulation. Back at Michael’s penthouse, he stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the rain fall from the sky and the lightning running through it. He had tried to work after Kate left but he couldn't. He had tried eating, he had tried sleeping, and he even tried to exercise just to distract himself, but his mind always circled back to her. To Kate. To her lies, to her eyes. Those suspicious eyes.

My bruises from those earlier abuses hadn’t fade out yet. And what was worse was the emotional abuse I had been going through. I felt my heart ache every single time when I remembered those nicknames Nigel and Melany gave me: Tramp. Bitch. Filthy Rat. Garbage. I wasn’t alright. At all. My long silence gave Gray some clues and I heard his tone turned cold instantly, “What had that bastard done to you?” “…Nothing.” Too much, actually. “Stop lying to me Regina!” Gray roared, “You are obviously not alright! And you are expecting me to stand aside and pretend nothing has happened?! I can’t do that! Either you tell me, or I am invading Shadow Valley and tear that son of a bitch apart RIGHT NOW!”