روايات وقصص ضمن Reid Pronunciation

Sir Randey Edal – (Randy EE-dal) Captain Reidar Edal – (RIE-dar EE-dal) Sira Damara Edal – (Dam-AR-a EE-dal) Sir Braedon Soril – (BRAY-don SO-ril) Blade Master Kolton Stent – (KOLL-ton Stent) First Commander Storr Raegos – (Store RAY-gos) Sir Kale Andros – (Kale AN-drose) Sir Owin Jasir – (Owen JA-seer) Sira Torila – (Tor-ILL-ah) Sira Andreya – (An-DRAY-ah) Sir Andric – (AN-drik) Sir Garath – (GAR-ath) Sir Devlyn – (DEV-lin) Sir Milos – (MEE-los) Sir Garett – (GAR-ett) The Na’Himara – (Nah-Him-AR-ah)

She asked trying to change the subject before things got to tense. Reid's fingers twitched and formed a fist, clenching and unclenching "Maya" he gritted out in frustration eyes set in an involuntary squint "I told you to call me Reid." "You're still my teacher, so I'll stick to Mr. Dawson, plus weren't you the one who said 'My name is Mr. Dawson, you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson nothing more nothing less'" Maya tried to sound like him, dropping the cadence in her voice a few octaves but failed completely.

Whatever Reid has to tell me, I will wait until he’s ready. “It’s Willow,” I say, willing my cheerful tone to come back before I open the door and peek inside. Reid was dressed in the clothing he wore yesterday, wearing his glasses and had a smile on his face when he saw me. I notice the slight drooping of his eye and mouth, and my heart cracks slightly. Sitting upright with no drip or wires tying him to the surrounding machines, I take this as a positive sign and breathe a sigh of relief. “Hey, baby,” he greets me with the endearment that heads straight to my heart. I loved hearing him call me that, even if his speech is slightly slurred. It made me feel like a high school girl with a crush

Just like I had imagined, it happened, and my friend got free from the rope, including the processor and Esther. "Time to bite some ears," Reed chittered happily beside me. "Let's teach them some lessons," I said to Coven, and he nodded his head in approval. The last thing I heard him say before whooshing away was, "In the name of Lord Rey." His voice is so deep that it echoes throughout the entire forest, and I could sense the power in it. Reed exclaimed happily and dashed at the army before I could stop him. Finally, I cracked my phalanges and straightened my neck. "The great soul in his killer mode," I said, and I joined the battle.

The thudding sound of his shoes against the white and gold marble floors echoed through the house. "Prepare a room for my slave," he commanded in a thick voice. "Yes, Alpha Reid," the woman nodded in understanding before disappearing up the staircase to follow out his orders. Alpha Reid. His name was Reid. Reid carried me into a spacious bathroom upstairs before setting me down on the bathroom floor. He locked the door behind us before slowly stalking over to me. "Keep still, little human." He knelt in front of me before taking my shoes and socks off my feet. He tossed them aside before trailing his hands up my thighs.

my voice trembled thinly as I called him. Reid's head jerked back quickly. His brows arched sharply, revealing genuine surprise upon finding my presence in this place at this hour. "May I sit here?" my voice sounded hesitant, my fingers pointing to the empty bench on his right. Without much talk, Reid shifted his position, making a small space at his side. "Sit," he whispered briefly.

Reid quickly pushed me behind him. "What the fuck do you want Ryan?" Reid asked him as he gritted through his teeth, obviously annoyed by the intrusion. Already grumbling about making a mistake of letting the Ryan guy have free access to come into his house at will. Uhmmm, Ryan and Reid Romano, I'm going to take a wild guess and say their parents’ names also start with the letter R.

Reid smirked, his eyes suddenly sparkling with a glint, processing each word before uttering “A trouble magnet, I like that. Bad omega!" To be continued...!

“So… this friend of yours. Atticus, right?” He nodded so hard his hair bounced. “Yes! He’s my best friend! We play dinosaurs and racing, and he knows all the names of the sharks—” “Right, right,” I cut in gently. “But what’s his full name again?” Reid blinked up at me, thinking hard. “Umm… Atticus… Atticus Gabriel… Mon… I don’t remember the rest” “Mhm.” I nodded like that didn’t bother me at all, but it does. “Okay. Where does he live?”

Richard's tone was polite but laced with an underlying tension. Reid took a moment, his words measured. "Richard, we need to talk..."