Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Novels & Stories

But suddenly, it felt as if I couldn’t connect with them anymore, like I was enjoying the act lesser and lesser. It enraged me deeply that I still couldn’t find a solution for it. I only work and fuck, maybe occasionally fuck people up as well. But without mastering someone in bed, fucking was out of the question. And I need to fuck! Over the last few months, I’ve had several men swarm my dm on the app but just by seeing their picture turned me off, completely. Until tonight. [Hello] [I’m Jamin Reid, I’d like to become your pet] I had contemplated ignoring that message. But I decided to just give it a shot.

“Hey bro. How’s mate life?” “Reid, I’m killing her father.” I growled into the phone. “What the fuck happened?” I explained everything from the multiple rapes and torture, to the whole business of not having an heir, to her father molesting her. Four years of abuse, torture, lies, and her behavior. By the end of it, Reid is growling on the phone. “Yeah, that motherfucker dies.” Reid said. “She is a killer. Why hasn’t she done it?”

“Darling, do you remember, my beast? I don’t think that he’ll like you being away even in your dreams.” Somehow, the dream of Ian raping her after he killed her cats flashed in her mind. It was irrelevant but things just flashed on her mind like that. She’s more safe in a dream with Reid and his beast. “Give me a break.” She said as she was about to stand but she stopped. “I don’t want those dreams, again Reid. Don’t make me dream of him.” “I got you, my moon.”

She was handling the railing of the bed cart while she was saying to Cindy "I'm with you baby, no worries." Cindy was safely transferred, Stella took her phone and she continued what she's reading, the text message of Han, "You can hate me, swear me. I know it's a swallow reason but it tortured me so much. I'm a jerk, don't ever let yourself love like me," "The night that my friend called you, It is not true that I'm in his place. Someone dragged me into the hotel but I don't know anything. What we've done is wrong. What you are imagined was true,"

One of his hands was on his hip the other bouncing a flogger on his shoulders. "Do you know why you are acting this way?" he asked as if he already knew all the answers. I gave him a confused look and shook my head. "To get my attention and now that you have my attention what are you going to do with it?" he said as he got closer until all I could see was his eyes. Reed in the waking world and the Dom I dreamed about merged into one.- I shot up out of bed because the memory and the reason why Reed was so familiar came into focus. I dropped my head in my hands and shrieked in anger, in frustration, in embarrassment.

I swirled it slowly, watching the dark red liquid move in circles before taking a sip. It was good wine, expensive. But right now I could barely taste it. This was because my mind was elsewhere. My mind was far off on the iron claws, boaz had told me earlier about the leader of the iron claws, Clifford. That bastard. Honestly, no matter how much I tried to take my mind away. My mind still ends up drifting toward it. The ambush. My men who had died in that evil act and lastly the shipment that was stolen by those bastards.

Reynolds looked deathly pale. His voice was barely a thready whisper as he said, "It's not what you think with Alia." I almost laughed out loud. "Not what I think? Reynolds, I saw it with my own eyes. What possible explanation could you have?" He pressed his lips together, as if summoning all his resolve. "I admit, I wasn't in my right mind. She kept tempting me, telling me that we weren't officially marked yet and I didn't have to take responsibility… I just lost control."

And I will. Just the two of us. His jaw clenched. He’d seen delusions before. Possessive men who thought love meant ownership, who thought fear was affection. But this—this wasn’t just obsession. This was rot, spreading from the center of a man who had convinced himself his victim was waiting for him like a lost dog waits for its master. Reyes breathed slowly through his nose, but the pressure behind his eyes remained. He curled his fist, knuckles pale. The thought of Riko’s voice filling Lena’s mind again made his stomach twist.

Because even if it wasn’t his baby, the doubt had crawled into my chest and made a home there. And I wasn’t sure how to evict it. ⸻ Reid’s POV Later that night I sat in the dark in my car, parked two blocks from Mia’s building, like a goddamn criminal. I wasn’t stalking. I was… hoping. Waiting. A light turned on in the corner window. I recognized the shape of her silhouette instantly. Even at a distance, I could feel her sadness through glass. I gripped the wheel tighter. I didn’t know if this was love or madness.

I want to ask him where he is going but I lost my chance when he just walked out from the room. Once again, I tried to think something that can help us to catch the culprit but the lead that all we have is rotting 6 feet under the ground. 3 years after he was convicted, he began showing schizophrenic behavior until one day, he just died inside his prison cell. The investigation report shows that he lost his sanity because of guilt from his victims, however, there are writings in his cell that didn’t match this claim. His journal shows his daily entry of repenting and saying that he didn’t do the serial killings and someone keeps on visiting him, while feeding him the information that’s why