Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shouted, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back, but he felt like a statue made of hot iron. "He touched you, Fantine, and he’s standing in my space like he has a right to be here," Riley growled, and I could see his fingernails lengthening into claws while his eyes turned that terrifying shade of electric blue. "I don't care, let him go before you get suspended, and think about the headlines tomorrow if you don't calm down this second," I pleaded, but inside, I felt a rush of power seeing him lose his mind over me, because it meant the bond was working exactly the way I needed it to.

After a long time, Jonathan's assistant, Bretman Reeves, came to take me back to the psychiatric hospital. The moment they locked me back in the room, my phone buzzed. I picked it up with difficulty and saw that the trending feed had exploded. There were articles titled, "Mallory Silva Goes Crazy With Jealousy, Frames Charlotte Stewart", "Jonathan Fowler's Wife is Suspected to be Mentally Unstable", and "Charlotte Stewart is Pushed Down Stairs by Mallory Silva, Unconscious and Hospitalized".

Her gaze hardened. “And now you stand here, in front of me, saying sorry like it’s supposed to fix something?” “K..Karline..” “While you were busy whoring around with your mistress,” she spat, venom dripping from the word. “I never_” “Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t lie to me now. I lived it.” Reid’s voice dropped, hoarse and unsteady. “I was blind,” he whispered. “I was manipulated. My anger, my pride, my jealousy..I let them control me. I didn’t see the truth then. But I never had any other woman except you kar”

he said, then lifted his eyes with a slow smile. Adrian followed his gaze and saw a CCTV camera positioned above them, silently recording. In an instant, he released Reid as though he had been holding fire. “You’re insane!” Adrian spat, anger boiling over at being trapped again. “You wanted to make me your next victim, didn’t you? The Frenchman wasn’t enough,you needed me gone to erase every witness, Reid said, confidence creeping into his tone. Just imagine how ruthless you can be, Adrian Hudson?” he asked.

******************* ******************* Reid sat there, staring down at his hands that had his elbows rested on his thighs and his body leaned forward on the couch, his dark eyes flickering between the corpse of his grandpa, staying there longer, and the more he stared, the more his eyes burnt with unshed tears but he refused to let them fall. Suddenly, a laugh erupted from his throat. "I did it again, you were the only one who kept me sane, and yet, there you are, gone just like them but this time, I didn't pull the trigger but it was still my fault that you're gone..." He clenched his hands together, feeling them shake and vibrate while a vein appeared on his wrist. He held them together,

His grey misty eyelid was quickly replaced with dark, red eyes that was like a burning furnace, ready to consume any one or anything it sets on. Rielle heart was grip in fear, her throat dried and her eyes not leaving his face. She moved back uncontrollably as her body was controlling it self. "And who says I will kill you? The cursed blade would only put you into a deep sleep while I suck in your power. Once that happens, who need you anymore?" "You liar!" She cried out as her eyes were filled with tears threatening to fall. "You said you will take me back to my world? You lied." She cried out again still moving back until her back touched the wall.

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

And somewhere in that dark, Tyler prowled alone, a king without a crown, a wolf without a mate, and a father who had lost his way. I clenched my fists, feeling the fire ignite deep inside me. Gavin was still out there and I would find him, no matter the cost. ~ I was halfway through snapping at the soldier for the third time when the door slammed open. Reid. Blood streaked his collar. His shirt was torn at the sleeve, his boots caked in mud and soot. His chest heaved as he stalked in, eyes flicking to me like he had a target painted on my back. Or maybe like I was the only one who could bear what he was about to say.

My wounds throbbed—leg, arm, side, chest—but the mark’s pain was worse, a cold fire spreading, her presence sinking deeper, whispering *give in, be whole*. I stepped forward, the dagger raised, its light cutting through the chamber’s glow, but the air resisted, thick, like wading through water. The core pulsed faster, syncing with the mark, and the visions sharpened—me, young, bound in a ritual, blood pooling, the Veil sealing; her, rising from that same blood, a shadow born of my spark. I shook my head, the bond flickering, Lucian’s heartbeat a distant drum, grounding me. “You’re not me,” I said, my voice raw, echoing off the walls.

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.