Reid X Reader Novels & Stories

“After depends on you.” The vehicle bounced over rutted dirt roads. Headlights cut through scrub and cactus. She studied his profile—the scar that ran from his left temple down into his beard, the faint lines around his eyes that spoke of too many nights without sleep, the way his hands rested on his thighs—relaxed, but ready to move in a heartbeat. “You have a name?” she asked. “Reid.” “Just Reid?” “For now.” Silence stretched again. Then—quietly, she spoke. “They… they touched me.”

While changing out of his suit, I went to look for him and sneaked into the changing room, where I spotted him putting on his swimming trunks and accidentally saw his mole. So, the first time Rex and I had sex, I saw the same mole on the same spot and knew right then he was the boy who saved me. "You don't need to know. It's not for little children like yourself to hear." "Really?" Ares gave me a deadpan look. "I'm twenty-five, sis. You don't think I can handle it." "It's none of your business." I start to walk away to look for Rex. "Hey! Where are you going?"

Genius touch. I have to pretend to be scared because they think I am Wyatt Hayes. They don’t know I am The Reaper and that I have a plan to end them all. “Stay here,” One of them says with a thick Russian accent. I nod as I remove the blindfold and scan the room. They took my gun as I expected. I can see two lamps and a chair I can use in my favor if it comes to fighting.

“Are you not going to talk with her? I had news that Miss Cindy is still in pain after the rejection and I have a feeling there’s something wrong with why she suddenly decided to reject you, Alpha Evan. Are you not suspicious about it?” “It is what she wanted, Kian.” I could tell Kian was concerned about Cindy. After all, she was his first cousin. I understood that he cared for her after the whole pack found out about the baffling news that Cindy York rejected me for a very senseless reason—that she was scared of the rumors of me leading a pack that works underground and killing people who don’t agree with my rules.

Reed inclined his head then, green eyes sparkling and glass in hand. “Did the plethora of books bore you?” Reed asked, his lips quirking as he bowed his head slightly, touching his hand to his heart. “I humbly apologise.” I pushed off the railing and strode towards him slowly. Reed was very much like me when it came to reading. That’s the one thing we bonded over in our past.

I peer past Brock into what is evidently Reid’s office, spotting him seated in a large leather chair behind a sturdy wood desk covered in paperwork. “Perfect timing, I just finished up the list of placements for the Denver wolves,” Reid says, grabbing a piece of paper off of his desk and pushing his chair back, rising to stand. He looks to me, grinning. “You excited to see some of your pack?” I nod enthusiastically. “Can’t wait! Thanks for getting everything organized.” Reid starts toward us, rounding his desk. He holds out the paper to me as he approaches. “Wanna double check my count for your people?”

"What is your name? If you are interested, you can come to Mythos Academy for testing." I smile, my eyes curving into crescents. "My name is Rea Reed." I look at the dead monster, then back at the angel. "Rea, as in...the Reaper."

It was funny that the power-hungry freak avoided any direct conflict himself, but was not afraid to make others do his bidding, regardless of their own safety. Reid was an animal; he was tearing through the throng of wolves, killing each one that he went up against. The power he exuded was burning, causing an unusual pulsing feeling in my pussy. I was hard to believe that I was getting aroused with all the death that was happening around me.

She lifted her chin, forcing strength into her spine. And then she said it. Cold. Precise. Cruel. “Because if I see your face while you’re on top of me…” She met his eyes. “…I’ll feel disgust.” Reid went absolutely still. Everything about him seemed to shut down in a single pulse,.the flicker in his eyes, the breath in his lungs, the tension in his throat. His nostrils flared once. His jaw locked. He didn’t move. He didn’t shout. He didn’t even blink.

I just needed to see it again one more time to confirm if I'd finally ran mad. A soft knock came at the door. "Come in," I said, keeping my voice level. The door pushed open, and Reina stepped inside. She had taken off the oversized sweater from breakfast. Now she wore a fitted rib-knit top that hugged every curve of her waist, paired with slim jeans. Her dark hair was freshly brushed, tumbling over her shoulders, and her lips had a soft sheen to them. She wasn't looking at me directly. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, biting her bottom lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in a way that pulled her top tight against her chest. It was as clear as day that she thought we wer