John Reed Book Novels & Stories

Carl paddled at the edge and came back wet and shook himself on both of them, which broke the moment completely and Reed stood and took his shirt off to wring it out and Jonah watched him without pretending otherwise. Reed caught him looking. “You’re not subtle,” Reed said. “I’m extremely subtle,” Jonah said. “You’re just very observant.” Reed looked at him for a moment. Then something happened at the corner of his mouth, the almost-smile, closer than usual, closer than it had been. “Come here,” he said quietly. They made it back to the house at dusk. Reed showered first. Jonah sat on the porch with Carl and a beer Reed had left on the railing and watched the pines go dark and thought about

Brielle's Pov My backpack was strapped over as I walked through The Redlands college where I study was being greeted by the usual stares and whispers, judging eyes followed but I paid no attention to them. But the incident from last night kept replaying in my mind….. “What happened to him?” Caleb gasped when I dragged Killian inside and dropped him on the tiled floor, struggling to catch my breath.. “Why is he bleeding?” He pointed at Killian's soaked shirt beneath the leather jacket.

John pulled a folder from his briefcase and began reading: “I, Jasper Marchetti, do hereby bequeath at the time of my death, all of my personal possessions, house, cars, jewelry, and following listed bank accounts to the woman I loved and cared about most in this world. The woman I hope that my successor, Don, will do everything he can to protect; the person I loved so much but didn’t get the chance to give her a ring… Vivian Reed.” My body bucked. Audible gasps were heard from every direction. They were hitting me, slamming into me causing my body to shake. Or maybe that was the complete and utter shock that had taken over. I began to tremble and my face paled. I was going to pass out. The

How the fuck did I not know about this? I grab a small article about me and read it. Was when I killed one of the biggest human traffickers in New York. I left a letter saying it was me. Taking responsibility for his death and it made the news for days, as the police can’t figure out who the Reaper really is. Some people called me a hero, others a criminal, but at the end of the day I am a criminal, but I took down one of the most dangerous men in the world. I might be a criminal, but human trafficking is something I don’t mess with.

"They aren't calling it a family feud anymore, Roman. Look at the screen," I said, my thumb hovering over the glass of my phone as we sat in the dim, cramped corner of a diner three blocks from the courthouse. The television mounted above the grease-stained counter was flickering with the midday news feed. Usually, the anchors had that bright, gossipy bounce in their voices when they talked about the Reed family—the kind of tone people used when they were talking about a reality television show or a messy divorce among the wealthy. But today, the woman on the screen wasn't smiling. The background graphic behind her head didn't show a picture of me in a gala dress next to Marcus. It showed a

Some vice president of Loser Club you are. "Hey, Emily, wait for me. I'll only be a minute," Jane called after her. Jane didn't know if Emily would wait or not, but then she saw her friend slide down to the floor just outside Ms. Reed's door. "Jane," Ms. Reeds spoke stiffly. "I don't quite know how to say this to you. But I would rather you read the shortest possible book, as Emily did, rather than rely on plot summaries to pretend you read something you didn't read."

JASON So, it turns out Reed wasn’t as bad as I thought. And not because he is an FBI agent. That didn’t buy him any cookie points. But after listening to the guy, without the intention of wanting to punch him in the face. I saw he was actually tolerable. That is, until he touched Jenna. Which he did, a lot.

on more than one occasion below the expenses established by the buffet. Reed knows how justice is limping. With eight years at the buffet, he meets all kinds of people and ties up the clientele. He knows where every prosecutor and every judge falters. He knows everyone in the state and those he doesn't send to investigate. He has contacts. They all like him despite being fiercer than me. However, those around him cannot even imagine it. He knows how to do his things. That was what attracted me to him; his techniques and tactics to get what he wants. You can steal a candy from a child and convince the mother that the child gave it to her.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

I need to tell them so that we can all work out a counter plan together. "It's Brielle. She knows that John was murdered. She told Eva about it and Eva told me last night. I felt like I should let you know about it so we can decide what to do" I said. "What? How is this possible? I thought you said that you did it well and that everyone will forever think that he got sick?" Elder Reed asked me. He had a very angry look on his face. To some extent, I am scared of Elder Reed. I know that he loses his temper and acts out if he gets provoked.