Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Novels & Stories

But this… this would break him. The sudden buzz of Reid’s phone on the central console pulled him from his thoughts. He picked it up, his fingers trembling as he unlocked the screen. What he saw nearly tore his heart out. The image was a cruel one: Travis, bloodied, stabbed multiple times by men in ninja attire. The sight made Reid’s stomach turn, and as his eyes flicked nervously to Zac, he saw his boss lost in thought, staring out the window, as though gathering his shattered pieces of mind.

Of course, her family shunned her for being unfaithful in her marriage and quickly went ahead with the funeral preparations. As for Pavel, they don't care about him as he's now known as the son of a nobody. He's currently in my custody, wishing that he was never born. I'm not going to kill him, death will be too easy and fast. He will suffer a slow death. He will also suffer for his parent's crimes and one of his punishments is getting raped just the same way Adrian did. I hit the gas, speeding to the hospital and there is only one prayer on my mind. I hope to get there to hear some good news that Adrian has finally opened his eyes.

My mind races, connecting the dots at lightning speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Mindy Williams, my gorgeous chief accountant is Maurice's ex-girlfriend. And the nudes she sent me by mistake were meant for Maurice. “Just curious,” I tell Maurice, shooting him a glance. But my mind has already wandered off, thinking about that video with Mindy fingerfucking herself, grinding her hips, and shaking from her orgasm. My dick is rock-hard in my pants in an instant. Fuck, what are the chances? Jesus, I need another shot of vodka.

Three names tied to it in print. Elena Sinclair. Adrian Reed. Vincent Reed. My blood goes cold. So this is it. This is the thread. This is the thing buried deep enough that I had to die once before I got close to seeing it. The office door shuts behind me. I spin around so fast the folder slips in my hands. Sebastian is standing there. Not angry. Not breathless. Not surprised to find me here. Just watching me with eyes that drop once to the papers in my hands and then come back to my face.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

"Why would Jackson do this to me? I listened to everything he said! Why would he betray me like this?" I calmly watched as Mom fell into despair. I pulled out my phone to show her current trending topics online. The headlines were all about a daughter killing her mother to commit insurance fraud, exactly as what had happened to me in my past life. The comments in the comment section were even more vicious. Mom could only sob hysterically as I said, "All of this was orchestrated by your beloved brother. Are you still going to pin all your hopes on him?" Mom said in a choking voice, "Then what can I do? How can I clear my name?"

I leaned back into the chair, my wrists aching as I rubbed over the bruises left behind by the ropes. What was I supposed to do now? “How about you run?” My wolf’s voice cut in quickly. "There is no one here. You can deal with all of this later. Just go. Run." “Yes… I should run,” I whispered. But my body did not listen. I tried to move but I got nothing. I felt myself drifting, slipping in and out of awareness. “I… I am a… murderer,” I murmured. “No,” she snapped. “You are a victim. You were kidnapped. Now get up and run!”

“Then R-Reui suddenly came! He's showing his affection towards me and I could see it in his eyes that he really cared about my well-being. He would sneak into my room in the middle of the night just to put some cover on my body and before he'd left, he would kiss my forehead. B-But I always pretend to be sleeping because I don't want to ruin the moment. I'm s-scared that if I open my eyes, he'll be gone! My trust issues were worse I can't reciprocate his feelings easily because of the fear of being abandoned again!” I angrily slammed the glass on the counter and laughed at my pitiful life. “No one actually stayed with me. People gets easily tired of me because I'm a cursed child. Yeah, I am.

Lysandra POV Nymeris had left me only a few hours earlier, yet her words continued to echo relentlessly inside my mind. They seemed to unveil another side of my husband, a part of him I had never known existed. While I was lost in thought, the door of the hut suddenly opened, snapping me back to reality. The alpha stepped inside. My eyes immediately fell on him, examining every detail of his appearance. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular, slightly tanned forearms. I couldn’t help but notice the red marks covering his fists, silent proof of violence. Dried blood stained his skin, making my stomach twist in unease.

He sent a single, coded message: “Secure the girl. And for the man that shields him, bring him to me in pieces. If she tries to be stubborn, don't spare her.” His hand hovered over the phone for a while. Then he talked on the screen and the message was sent. As he sent the message, a wave of cold, sickening dread washed over him. He had just given authorization to capture the girl he raised, the woman he, in his own twisted way, come to care for. But it was too late for regrets. In this world, there was no room for sentiment. There was only survival.