Spencer Reid Fanfic Novels & Stories

Max dragged him back so roughly that Spencer nearly lost his footing. “What the hell are you doing?!” Max barked, shoving him hard enough to force space between them. "You are turning into someone else, Spencer." "She caused of this."Spencer snapped. Adriana sniffled. "Because I don't want you to keep living in a fanciful fairy tale anymore." "That none of your damn business Adriana."Spencer yelled and Monica flinched at his tone and anger. Spencer’s breath heaved in his chest, his hand trembling in Max’s grip. He didn’t fight. He just stood there—

"I missed you guys too. Tonight we will all be together though, so you won't have to miss me!" I smile at her. “And I can’t wait babygirl. I love spending my nights with you.” Spencer looks up, his cheeks still a little red and he smiles at her. “I can’t wait to spend the night with you baby.” He says. Spencer glances at me for just a second and I smile at him. I honestly can’t wait to spend the night with him and Adalina again. I’m also kind of excited to see how it will feel having Jace thrown in the mix. Everything is changing in the best possible ways.

She’s so fucking cute when she’s half asleep! As soon as I feel her body tremble again, I wrap her back in my arms and say, “good night, Spin”. I turned back on to my side, taking her tiny body with me. She falls back between the couch and me again and sighs, then nuzzles her face back into my chest. Spencer, however, storms out of the apartment through the back door, without even giving Stephany a second thought. See, I know this whole thing is only about Amory and I wish she’d see it too, so this whole project could be over with already. I mean, I love Amory and Stephany, I don’t give a fuck if we share DNA or not!

Chapter 5 Eloise Brooke "Justin?" My voice came out in a whisper as I stared at the person I least ever expected to see. Justin Lloyd. My college ex-boyfriend. His footsteps echoed in the room as he counted his steps toward the bed where I was now seated. He pulled a chair and sat in front of me. "How are you feeling now? Are you okay?" His brown eyes bored into mine worriedly, and as his warm palm came in contact with my skin, my heart fluttered, and my throat went dry.