Paris Reid Novels & Stories

M in my own handwriting. I was at my desk going through Xavier’s legal filings and I heard the silence so I looked up. Reid was holding the file open. Looking at a newspaper clipping from 2017. To Morana Mortaine at twenty-two winning the pharmaceutical industry’s emerging researcher award. Her first major press. She was laughing at something outside the frame and her PhD was three months old and she had absolutely no idea that a twenty-six year old across the city had read her dissertation twice and annotated the entire thing in red pen.

REID: The first reaction I get in seeing the lady among the two is a kind of elation. Then quickly it switches to a pang of jealousy because she is right beside a man when she shouldn’t be. The proximity between them is what makes me feel that way and the next thing is that I find myself asking interrupting their conversation with a little growl. “What are you two doing on my territory?” They both look in my direction at the same time. And by the looks on their faces, I can tell they are confused. But confused about what? Don’t they realize they have trespassed?

He stood there for a long time, breathing in the cold air. His phone buzzed. James: “Sir, the meeting schedule..” Reid stared at the notification, then locked the phone without answering. There were bigger things in motion now. He looked up at the hospital building. Behind one of those windows was a child with his eyes. His blood. His smile. And behind another window somewhere in this city… Karline. A woman he broke. A woman he refused to listen to. A woman who raised a child alone because of him. He let out a slow, heavy breath.

Asides from the danger and adventure that Marilla invited and the fact that she was in New York about the same time the Senator sent a package just didn’t seat well with me, she had dropped a message. An even more disturbing message. She had managed to tell me even with Emma sitting across that Victoria was rounding up her tours in Paris. Victoria was another story for another day, but have it in mind that she is one of the most demonic person you’d ever meet. All of these existed and I knew of it, the PI was still tracking the Senator and doing what he did best, Marilla Wilcox was a distraction, and Victoria would have to wait till my happy ending began. Tonight was for sparkling wine and g

Genuinely asking, not performing the question. "Yes," she said. "This is okay." He nodded and went back to the call, and she went back to her sketches, letting the sound of his voice fill the apartment around her — logistics, dates, contingencies, all of it in service of something that mattered to her, not to him. Twenty minutes later, her phone buzzed. Caden. *Reid just told me you're going to Paris. I'm devastated I wasn't consulted.* *You're not coming,* she typed back.

“Dad, I know you have an important meeting today with the council. And mom, I know grandma is sick. She needs you. You two can always come anytime to my shop! I won't be mad or anything,” My parents didn’t fight with me anymore. They nodded as I exited our house. I’m waiting for a taxi to pick me up. At the age of 19, I have already finished College. I have a degree in Arts. And I don’t intend to study for a master’s or to take a doctorate degree anymore. I’m already okay with my degree. I want to put up a business that is in line with my passion. And that is art supplies. During my free time, I also love to draw and paint. Well, I, Daphne Steele, have lots of interest. I love helping people

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 talked about her in my last fashion show attendance, and it's the same lady from Jacobs Instagram! He's fucking Claudia Rivalry and telling me he's a changed man.

Addie was getting pissed over it, but Cage kept her from saying anything about it. The guys were laughing and sitting at the bar drinking. Lydia and Addie and a couple of other old ladies were sitting on the couches talking. Paris had texted Addie she'd be over later after her shift was over at the hospital. She walked into the clubhouse and several watched and stared. Paris was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and beautiful blue-gray eyes. Her face was oval-shaped and she had 2 dimples. She had a decent-sized butt and breasts and a narrow waist.

Reid Reid had chosen the Paragon for its distance from his father’s building, hoping to avoid encountering pack members. He let the valet take his Porsche and strolled into the grand foyer. Despite his casualness, his eyes swept the patrons lingering in the lounge chairs or checking in at reception, looking for any familiar faces, or any werewolves who might know his.