Paris Reid Novels & Stories

His leg was shaking nervously thinking what to do to talk to her. He looked at the telephone’s direction, there’s another person that she’s close to. But he hesitated, his mother clearly said not to talk to this person but it’s now or never. Damian knew Giselle is hard to read, he doesn't know what’s her next move now that she figured out his affair with Isla Everhart, his co-actor on a movie they’re currently working on called ‘Forty-Nine Days’. He found himself choosing between risking his career to be with Isla or patch things up with Giselle.

Scarlet chuckled, eyes glinting with tears of happiness, letting them run down her cheek happily. "I'm going to be gone for a while," Reid suddenly announced and Scarlet immediately pulled herself out of his arms. Well done, Reid, he decided to ruin the moment. He felt like smacking himself! "What, you are leaving me here?" "No, no, no," Reid responded, taking hold of her hands. "Then why are you leaving, is it work?" Reid shook his head. "It's not," "Then tell me!" she demanded. "I-I used to have a doctor in the humans' city, Mrs. Adams, she's the only one who understands and helps me, she makes my pills. I stopped my sessions with her because I thought I got better. I thought I had control

"Yes, I was Paris Noah, but I am Paris Lawson now. Paris Noah died and gave birth to Paris Lawson. I have moved on from the past, I'm a different person now. Oh, I get it, you're wondering why I'm here, right? You're wondering what the disgusting, unwanted pig is doing as the CEO of Lawson Corporation, right?" "Well, I.. I....," Brad was surprised that he was stuttering. "Listen to me," Paris said sternly. "Focus on your job and stay away from me. I am a very busy woman. I do not have the time to entertain your foolishness or answer your stupid questions. I allowed you in here today because I wanted to make it clear to you that it is unacceptable for you to bother me like this. Have I made m

“You don’t get to warn me. Not after you went around telling people I threw myself at you like you’re some kind of prize.” His jaw tightened.“Maybe if you didn’t….” “I don’t even remember kissing you,” I cut in, my voice rising just enough to carry. “That’s how insignificant it was.” And I knew it hit him so damn well that his shoulders stiffened just slightly. “Trust me,” I continued, my words colder now, sharper and matching his energy, “if I had been in my right mind, it never would have happened.” A few gasps came in as people started bringing out their phones. Because no one talked to Ashton Reid like that. No one rejected the captain’s word in front of his court.

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

"Sorry, but... I don't think I know either of you. I do seem to have a boyfriend, though. Do you know his number? Please ask him to come over." Somewhere in the back of her mind, a blurry figure surfaced. Hayden's eyes flickered with confusion and shock. After realizing what was happening, he sneered. A new trick, huh? At that moment, the TV mounted on the wall was playing financial news. "The youngest leader of the Reid Group, Hunter Reid, had returned from abroad. Rumors had it that he suffered severe injuries in a car accident, leaving him crippled and disfigured. Since then, he has rarely appeared in public..."

Reid, free, waving at the east hall camera like a man on holiday. Beside him, the buyer’s clean coat. And on Reid’s phone screen, already uploading, a shaky clip of Harden on his knees and my boarded window behind him. Reid looked into my lens and mouthed two words I could read from across a city. Your move.

Reid sat in her usual position of power…the high-backed chair near the fireplace, her silver hair perfectly styled, her pearl necklace catching the light like armor. Around her sat four other women, all cut from the same cloth of old money and older prejudices. But it was the young woman beside Mrs. Reid who drew my attention. She was stunning in that effortless way that came with good breeding and better genetics…honey-blonde hair, porcelain skin, and a smile that seemed permanently fixed in place. "Mia was just telling us about her recent trip to Paris," Mrs. Reid was saying as I entered. "Such culture, such refinement. Don't you think so, Hunter?"

As to traits and personality, we are totally different. Reid has a very refined personality. He is intelligent and graduated with flying colors. He is responsible, trustworthy and a serious type of person. In fact, he did not experience having a girlfriend or even flings during his college days because he was too serious about his studies. But one month ago, I heard he's been dating a woman named 'Andrea', but I did not know anything about her. He was supposed to introduce her to my parents but it did not happen because of the accident.

Reid asks, finishing up his pizza and trading his plate for his wine glass, too. No. I want to do anything but talk about it- I want to turn my brain off and forget about this war and just be with him. I want to lose myself in Reid and forget about the rest of the world. I take a couple large gulps of wine, eyes trailing down his body. The hem of his shirt has ridden up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his lower abs and happy trail. I lean forward to set my glass back on the table, wiping a drop of wine from the edge of my lower lip with my thumb.