Reid Hotch Novels & Stories

"I'm never going to let you off the hook, Lucy Everhart!" Maya wasn't sure when it happened, but a figure was standing behind her. She heard a cold voice, "You won't be able to lay a finger on her." Maya was stunned. She turned around and looked at the person. She asked alarmingly, "Who are you?" The man chuckled coldly. The moment he did it, it sent chills down Maya's spine. It felt as if a cold-blooded python was flicking its tongues menacingly. He was none other than Chad Reed.

Reid? The name echoed in Ava’s head like a bell struck too close. It sounded familiar, too familiar. Her eyes lifted slowly, narrowing on Charlotte, who was now grinning into her phone. She spoke in a tone that was far too flirtatious, her fingers twirling a strand of hair like she was playing a role in some teenage romcom. And then, it clicked. Ava’s body stiffened as realization set in. Reid. Zac’s very close friend. Practically his shadow. His right-hand man. His most trusted confidant.

Hunter's POV "Sinclair. Been a while. I heard about your wife, I'm sorry, man. I was going to reach out but wanted to give you some time." "Thank you. Helena is part of the reason for my call. I need information," I said, needing to cut to the chase. Reid didn't do small talk anyway, a former FBI, now private investigator, the kind who knew how to find things people wanted buried. I had used him over the last five years for business reasons mostly. "About a doctor who approved a surrogate arrangement for us."

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

Downing one of her shots, Maya bit down on her lip, openly staring at him. Walking with strong strides Reid captured everyone's attention and Jordan's air of confidence wasn't far behind. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Reid pulled out a box of Marlboro. Casually using his long slender fingers, he picked a cigarette and sat it upon his plump soft lips. Grabbing a lighter in a swift movement Reid tilted his head and lit his cigarette. Maya watched intently as he inhaled the nicotine. Reid turned his head, revealing his perfectly carved jawline covered in a beard only a man of his stature could rock, to face his brother, who then cracked a joke that Maya couldn't hear, which made Reid chuck

he said with a smile while Maria sobbed quietly. “What the hell do you want?” Reid yelled. “I want you! Come right at me to get your woman!” “If you dare lay a single hand on her. You’d regret ever living on earth!” he said harshly and Kyros smiled before ending the call. “Did you get that?” Reid said to the cops that were beside him and they nodded. They were able to track him and got his location and soon, they all moved. After a few hours of driving, Reid and the cops who were undercover arrived at the building while Reid walked in alone.

Stella touched and shook hands with him politely. "Uncle Chase is my father's close friend. And he's my keeper and mentor since I was little." Leo added. Chase used to be his father's close bodyguard when he was younger. Now he was responsible for Grand MC as he was the most trusted man and loyal to the Duncan's family all his life. There was some history between his father, Michael, and Chase, the reason for their bond together.

Although she had fear for that day to come, nothing was more realistic than the truth she holds, no one not even her parents knew, that the father of her child was a man who is defined to be god's favorite masterpiece. A man whose blood and eyes were considered royal and divine in the race of humankind. He goes by many names, but everyone knew him as, The Grim Reaper. A man who is infamous for brutally slaughtering heads and fiddle over human souls under his fingers. When fate favors their hearts to be one again, will Hillary be willing to attach herself again towards the overbearing, malicious, and coldblooded man who was said to live a life without mercy and is more cunning and inhuman by

He waved goodbye to them over my shoulder, still shouting something back to Reid as I turned away and carried him toward the others. While we walked back toward the resort, Atticus rested his chin on my shoulder, still looking behind us like he was not ready to leave his new friend yet. “Uncle Al,” he said after a moment, his voice suddenly softer. “Reid has a very cool dad.” My steps slowed before I forced them to keep moving. “Does he?” Atticus nodded against me. “He can drive a jet ski. And Reid said he can drive boats too. And he is tall. And he looks like a king.”

’ Pete noticed her frowning at the screen. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “What was the name of the guy, the drug dealer or whatever he is who put a price on the Reiver’s head?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Harris, Gordon Harris, why?” “There was a victim of the massacre called Paul Harris, his DNA profile is here, I tested it myself. Maybe they are related?” she looked at Pete questioningly.