Reid X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What the hell?” Chloe is staring just as hard, her mouth slightly open. “Oh my god, Jami wasn't lying. You actually got pierced. Who even are you right now?” Reid doesn't even flinch. He just lets out a low, amused chuckle, sliding into the booth and pulling me down right next to him. His thighs brush against mine, sending a jolt of electricity straight up my spine. “Just trying something new,” Reid drawls, his voice completely calm as he grabs an un-opened drink from the table and takes a sip. “Don't trip over it, Marcus.”

Another unexpected blow, right after Gideon’s re-entry into her life. She took a seat slowly as suspicion coiled tightly around her chest. What if she was sent by him? What if He already knows about Axel? A shiver ran down her spine. He was an Alpha King. There was nothing He couldn’t find out. Angela shifted uneasily in her chair, her fingers curling tightly into her dress. “So, Dr. Sutton, could you tell us what these reports say?” Rebecca asked. Zamini nodded but her gaze slid toward Angela. Angela’s heart nearly stopped. She shook her head slowly, desperately, her eyes pleading at Zamini not to disclose her old records.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

M in my own handwriting. I was at my desk going through Xavier’s legal filings and I heard the silence so I looked up. Reid was holding the file open. Looking at a newspaper clipping from 2017. To Morana Mortaine at twenty-two winning the pharmaceutical industry’s emerging researcher award. Her first major press. She was laughing at something outside the frame and her PhD was three months old and she had absolutely no idea that a twenty-six year old across the city had read her dissertation twice and annotated the entire thing in red pen.