Novel & Cerita Reid Gets Kidnapped

I stood still, blouse still loose, heart still hammering, but now for a different reason. Reid’s eyes locked on me, then shifted back to Thorne, burning red with fury. “You dare backstab me?” he growled. Thorne leaned back, unbothered. “You know I don’t deal in betrayal,” he said evenly. “But if I had to guess, I’d say Zoey did something… cruel. What did she do?” Reid’s breath shook once and then he snarled. “My daughter,” he said through clenched teeth. “She kidnapped my daughter.”

“Your pathetic little escape attempt is all the proof I need that you understand exactly the trap you’re caught in so stop playing dumb.” My stomach dropped and the room tilted. I knew. Deep down, some part of me had known the second Reyes crushed my phone, the second Caroline didn’t flinch when I begged her. But hearing it out loud made it so much fucking real. I was being kidnapped. Reyes’ arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His breath was hot on the side of my neck as he leaned in closer. “Don’t worry, we’re only taking you away,” he breathed out, his voice low and casual as free hand slid up my side until his palm closed over my breast and squeezed hard eno

Reid frowned as he tilted his head. “Luna Hannah has been kidnapped.” He quickly dashed out as the man followed. He drove directly to Marcia’s house and found the first floor wrecked. Reagan was lying on the stairs, in his blood. He slowly approached him and picked him up. He can still hear a faint heartbeat. “Tracker!” He shouted as one man approached and showed that the tracker they had was crushed. He was frozen in his place as they took Reagan from his arms and they tried to revive him. He slumped down as he reached his head.

You have misunderstood it. - Tell me more, that you would not have piled on! retorted the first. My hair and head were freed, and I stared at the bloodstain again, continuing my call of power. “Have you heard any stories about Mira Reed?” She is sick in the head. Mira Reid? Did I misheard? Did they mix us up with mom? How is this possible? Then it turns out that they were going to kidnap her ... and they themselves are sick in the head! The blocking bracelets I was wearing wouldn't have had any effect on her!

It is now back to its normal blood-red color. “Huh, maybe I need to find out more about this damn thing.” To my absolute horror, Reid takes out a pocket knife from his pants and nears me. I try to run, but he grabs me by the arm, stopping me. “In the meantime, I am quite thirsty.” “Get off me!” I scream as I struggle against him, but he holds me down with incredible strength. He slits my wrist and latches onto the cut, drinking the blood that oozes out of it.

“But it’s not just about us anymore.” In the woods, minutes later, Reid stumbled as one of the men shoved him again. His knees hit the wet leaves with a thud, but before he could scream again, his phone buzzed. Not his burner. His main. He blinked. Caldera. A video call. Reid’s throat tightened. They let him answer, clearly part of the plan. The screen lit up with Dominic’s face. Calm. Clean. Immaculately dressed. Like he hadn’t just ordered an execution.

The hushed murmurs of his voice began to narrate the unfolding drama—the arrest of Reid Hills, the shameless father that tried to be Ian's new rival, a pretend tycoon whose empire had crumbled under the weight of illegal activities. As Yu Zhen delved into the details, the living room became a theater of intrigue. Ian, nestled in the comforting warmth of Ashley's lap, listened attentively. It was his plot after all, even though he was more attentive to Ashley drawing circles on his arm with her fingers. The news article revealed a web of deceit, an intricate tapestry of illicit dealings involving the possession and use of an outlawed gas, alongside the kidnapping of rising actress Mava Presle

"How am I supposed to walk around the house with this on my neck without wishing the ground should open up and swallow me!" "Since I could not mark you yet, I have to at least claim you in some ways. I have more ways I wish to claim you, shall I show you?" His smirk widened and before I could grasp the meaning of his words, he was about to pull me into his office when Hunter burst out from one of the rooms. Jet let me go immediately focusing on the panicked look on Hunter's face. "What is it?" He asked right away. "Kale and Freya's handmaid has been captured" He announced making my eyes go wide. . . . TBC

“Charts. Copies. I can lose a hall and still win a wing.” Zane started after her. “Stay with the cable,” I told him. “If you chase silk, Reid grows a second pair of scissors.” He stayed. Barely. The uniforms from dawn were not the ones who came. New faces. Faster. They took Reid because he was on the floor with stolen cord on his wrists and a technician pointing at him. They took statements. They looked at the chair. They looked at my bite and my tape and decided the morning was too long.

I stuttered through breaths as his grip tightened around my neck. "Where's he now, is that where you were going? Are you trying to run away?" His questions were fired one after the other without break, yet he demanded an answer to them all. His stern gaze demanded my compliance, but I couldn’t– I wouldn't let him lay a finger on my mate. He did nothing wrong. Dad went silent for a while and a few minutes later his Beta entered. "Find the guy that matches this scent." He chucked me towards his Beta and like an obedient praise-thirsty hound, he took one whiff of me and went hunting.