Reid Perry Novels & Stories

the guy with the wavy blonde hair jokes once we’re within earshot. Reid leans in toward me, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t listen to Jax,” he murmurs teasingly. “He’s just salty that so many of these females can kick his ass.” “I heard that,” Jax calls, shooting Reid a glare. He slides his gaze over to me. “For the record, Serena, that’s not true.” “Sure it isn’t,” the Jason Momoa lookalike chuckles, tucking Astrid under his arm.

’ 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.

Perry had a point, it would be interesting to see what Alpha Rikard came up with. "And you are?" Alpha Rikard queried Perry. Perry looked at Alpha Rikard as if observing every detail about him, before answering, "I am Perry St. Claire of the Council of Alphas." I could swear that Alpha Rikard paled when Perry announced himself. It was interesting that Perry wasn't known, but thinking about it, I hadn't known Perry personally before he came here for Adriana. His original words then caught my attention, and I sat up straighter, "Attacks? Have you identified the perpetrator or any leads?"

These people nearly killed Saul in order to get to Meredith; now he thinks talking is going to make them just hand them over? Before I can say anything, the door comes flying open, and councilor Reid walks in. It has been years since I saw him last, and he hasn’t changed a bit. Still the same old, smiley bastard from all those years ago. “What did you two do to my dear Stephan? He peed his pants when he came to me, informing me that you both wanted to see me. You could have just written a letter, you know,” Reid muses as he takes a seat at the head of the table.

Or reassuring. Stephanie responded at once this time. No hesitation. No diversion. Perry felt his shoulders relax. He had been so tense, and now he wasn’t. “Do you think she’s okay?” Bryan asked. Perry nodded that he understood “She’s getting there.” Tyler cocked his head. “You sound certain.” Perry shrugged . “I tested him.” Bryan snorted. “You and Tyler faked injury.”

“I don’t ask for peace. I don’t deserve it. But I beg, just beg, that the children, our children that have been left behind might find a better path than we carved. That they don’t pay the price for our sins… I have taught them wrong, failed all of them, from your child to my own children, I have failed as a father and a family.” Reid’s hand tightens around the bottle until his knuckles ache. He should be storming forward, dragging the man up, spitting fury in his face for daring to mourn at the graves of the two people he lost most in the world. And yet… he can’t. Because what he’s watching isn’t a performance, it isn’t the smooth speeches of boardrooms or the defensive bluster of a man try

Nodding sadly in agreement, Jordan let out a heavy sigh, training his sight on the lucky insects that would never experience the burden that came with being a Dawson. In an attempt to clear the thicket of restlessness that clung to the air, Jordan shifted to a lighter aspect of the subject at hand “Is everything in order? Did Riley go over protocols with you?” this time, his voice coming out calm and rich in timbre. A smirk in response made its appearance on Reid’s face “you know contrary to popular belief, present company included, I do know what I’m doing.” Reid had a reputation for being...particular. Everything he did, he did with precision and a scary level of control even though nobody

He is my Dad's best friend. Reid Bailey.

"They're my teammates, that conversation was happening in my locker room, so that makes it my problem." "I don't need you to fight my battles." "I didn't fight your battle," he said. "I shut down something disgusting that was happening in my space." I stared at him."Why do you even care?" I asked, and I meant it as a genuine question, but it came out like a challenge, "You don't even like me." He stared back at me,"Go home, Harper," he said. And he walked past me and didn't look back and I stood outside the athletics building with the late afternoon sun bathing, with the absolute inability to make sense of Ashton Reid, which was rapidly becoming the most consistent feature of my life.