Spencer Reid Addiction Novels & Stories

" I am not cheating on you. I have never cheated on you ; even when you were at the hospital , when you couldn't remember me , and when you were only remembering the bad stuff ... I still wanted you and I still want you and only you my baby love. I am still falling for you. " "This suite?" " I used it as a sexy time hide away . I never saw the use for it until this morning. I don't want there to be secrets between us. I was an addict. I am a recovering addict . That doesn't mean that the temptation isn't there. I was so heavy into sex, porn, drugs and alcohol. I turned to them because they numbed the pain." "What kind of pain?"

He never missed any of the banquets mostly on behalf of her father, she wanted to see him and mostly talk to him. Looking in the far distance " what time are we leaving? " she asked silently and he placed his other hand under her chin bringing back her lovely face in to his view. There fingers were still intertwined together, she gave him a beautiful smile. Slowly and slowly she was becoming a drug The more closer he got to her the more addicted he was starting to get mostly to the daughter of his number one enemy.

he screamed "screaming won't help you, a therapist and rehab center will, perhaps I should call your father and inform him of the new development" "don't call him, please" he begged "where's your girlfriend?" I asked "she broke up with me, I was addicted to drugs in the past and it made me get into issues with my dad, he threatened to disown me at a certain point but I did manage to stop it" he revealed and laughed I held the knife in my hands and crossed my legs, I checked the time and it was past 3 PM. "What made you go back to drugs?" "Alexis sent me a breakup message yesterday and I couldn't take it anymore, just wanted to get high a little but guess it escalated. What the hell are you e

I was still confused. " So how does Mr Reid fit into this?" I asked Chance who already looked exhausted. " Mr Reid used to be a feared drug dealer in the day, but with time he quit but still has influence over some crooks in the business" " So why go into a business deal with Reid? Why not just ask him for help? They do seem particularly fond of him" my questions are only to calm down my scared mind.

They thought I had a full scholarship, just like Spencer, and only had to worry about rent and feeding. At the beginning of our sophomore year, Catherine had suggested we rent a place together, wanting to reduce the money I needed to spend each month, but I refused. I couldn't have her around drugs. She was a recovering addict. Besides, I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to know what I've been up to, was up to. "Jordan." Spencer raised an inquiring eyebrow that had me shaking my thoughts away. "Sorry, sorry. Just thinking about stuff." I said it dismissively, expecting him to drop it, but this was Spencer we were talking about. He wasn't my best friend if he didn't take everything I said serio

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

"Doings?... Whatever I did was to take revenge, it was my past Eira. My fucking past... It doesn't concerned you, my past has no relation to you... It should be my choice if I want to share it with you or not... Have I ever asked you that how many people you have killed for money. You are calling me wrong and monster for taking lives of those who hurt me and my family but have you ever thought that you have killed so many people who were innocent." He spat, he was furious after knowing that she was leaving him. His addiction for her was now unstoppable, he was on urge of loosing himself. "May be I was wrong but tell me one thing Eira, have I ever hurt you?... No, I didn't... Not even with wo

He stopped mentioning his friend for ages, ever since we found out about… my condition. “No, Spence. This is my fault. Stop blaming yourself, come on. I dragged myself into this. So please, stop blaming yourself.” I said in a low voice. I tried to sound encouraging but I don’t know if I succeeded. Spencer shook his head, sighing once more. “If only… I did not befriended him then you won’t be introduced in this… kind of world.” he almost whispered the last words. I sighed. “I told you not to blame yourself, Spencer. I’m the one who got this addiction, I am the one who choice this.” I tried to sound calm.

Her words pierced through his denial, planting the seed of accountability. The spiral continued, yet cracks of hope appeared. Tshepo began attending support meetings, albeit reluctantly at first. Each session was a battle against shame, fear, and ingrained habits. He faced stories of people whose lives had been destroyed, confronted the financial and emotional wreckage of his own making, and slowly began to recognize the patterns that had fueled his addiction.

LIAM'S POV "There's new information." Reid said to me the second day after I was absolutely sure that Mavin was mine. "Talk to me." "In her report, it said she had or has a drug problem." "Yeah." "It isn't true." He sighed and sat down. "I dug deeper and found a boyfriend of hers. It seems serious between them. Anyway, he's the one with a drug problem, so she picked up gambling to help him pay. Anyway, he dumped her a few weeks ago and ran off with her last win."