Spencer Reid Apartment Novels & Stories

All I could do was close up the doors and windows and keep everyone else out. I ran through the building in my head. On the sixth floor, it was just me and the guy in 603 across the hall. The fifth floor had Jacob, Tom, and a college student in 504. The fourth floor had only 401, which was occupied by someone I'd never met. Since Edgar's death, the third floor had been reduced to just one occupant—304, which was the only tenant bold enough to continue living there. The second floor was full, but I didn't really know anyone. I'd only seen a man and a woman in the elevator. They looked like a married couple. On the first floor, there was an elderly man who had trouble getting around, and then

he says, excited over his new perspective skyscraper. "Okay, but isn't the entire idea of you guys being out there for two more weeks because you had to close on the first building? What happened to that? I mean, doesn't it make the remainder of this journey pointless?" I ask, really perplexed by the entire affair. "Well, kind of in a sense. But Frailey is also looking for a house. But he doesn't like anything that we have looked at thus far. Well, out of the houses. He wants to rent this apartment in town. It's extremely good, too. It's merely a one-bedroom loft amid the city. It is quite industrial-looking on the inside. It's more of a studio apartment and has a great concrete floor and mo

BRODY MEYER "It's a two bedroom one bath apartment with a laundry room and patio there is also have a gym here that's next door to the office." Ava The apartment manager said. The apartment was pretty big and decent,the only thing I liked about was that it was very close to the restraunt I worked at. ''i like it out of all the other places I've seen this one is the nicest there's a lot of space'' I said to the lady who seemed happy with me wanting to buy the apartment I guess she was waiting for a while to sell it to someone.

"We just want to make sure the right people get caught in the fire." The drive continued in a tense, watchful silence. We wove through the city until we reached a nondescript apartment complex on the edge of the industrial sector. It was the kind of place people went to be forgotten, peeling paint, dim hallways, and the constant hum of a nearby highway. Reyes led the way up three flights of stairs, his hand never straying far from his holstered weapon. Cassidy and Sage followed behind us, their eyes scanning every doorway. "Stay behind me," Reyes whispered as we reached Apartment 4B.

Was this even still my home? I had hired famous architects to design it, and it was all ruined. My furniture that cost millions of dollars had gone missing. Prissy was walking through the narrow corridor with a string of keys in her hand and collecting rent money. When she saw me, she sneered. “Charlene, why are you here at my rental apartment?” I was shocked. “You did this?” Prissy glanced at me and shook the keys before my eyes. It was as if she feared I would not see them.

Reese POV The air in Spencer’s apartment felt thick, suffocating, as his words landed like a blow to my chest: “Elliot’s heading back to London soon — with his kids.” My heart stopped, the world tilting around me. Avie, my Avie, his daughter? How could he know? How could Elliot know? The question burned, but Spencer’s mocking smile, his voice dripping with venom, held the answer before I could even ask. I stood frozen, my hands trembling, the industrial decor of his bachelor pad blurring as his accusation echoed in my mind.

“I… I just… I can’t believe that I won’t go to her apartment and find her there. I need to go there. I need to see…” “Okay,” Jasper murmured into Reid’s hair. “It’s okay. We’ll go there before…” Where were they going? Sebastian had not forbidden Jasper from returning home, but Jasper had no wish to go there, to expose Reid to more sneers and parental displeasure, not when Reid was so broken from his loss. The hotel, Jasper decided, just as they’d planned. They’d just make it permanent until they found a place to live…

And Spencer—despite everything—was a damn good designer. When the taxi pulled up to his apartment, she felt chills. She walked up the steps, her heels clicking against the wood, and rang the bell. No answer. She hesitated for just a second before reaching for door. Pushing open the door, she was met by the heavy silence of the house. Inside, sketches littered the floor and coffee mugs were stacked on tables. “Spencer?” she called out, her voice echoing faintly. No response. She moved further in, past the empty kitchen and into his room. And there he was—curled up on the couch, sketchpad on his lap, head leaned back, eyes closed.

It’s already occupied,” Sandra said, her voice shaking slightly as she struggled to stay calm. “But you already offered it to me!” I replied, my breathing now fast and uneven. What had I gotten myself into? How did I end up here? Yes, and we’re sorry—we said it in the heat of the moment… but Reid… Reid’s apartment is very suitable. He lives there alone,” Sandra stammered as she spoke.

Reynolds ordered her. “But Mr…” The receptionist struggled like she wanted to refuse him or say something in their favour, but Mr. Reynold continued, “Do I need to repeat myself here?” “No… No Mr. Reynolds. I am giving. I am giving the apartment number.” The receptionist turned to look through the screen. “Good,” Satisfied with the results, I nodded to myself. I couldn’t wait to see my Wife already. A short minute later… “It’s on the 11th floor. There is only one apartment there.” The receptionist said.