Spencer Reid Maeve Novels & Stories

She asked. "Oh no." "So do whatever you wanna do, follow your heart, Goodluck!" She said. Now I couldn't help but to smile. "But mind you, for now you need to give her some S.P.A.C.E" She spelled out. "Some space" I pronounced. "Exactly, she's going through alot right now and I don't think she would wanna listen to your love confession or proposal even if she likes you too. You need to give her some time to get over the worries.." My mom advised.

I spat, though the words tasted like blood. But then the air shifted. A soft voice came from the shadows. “Carson?” My head whipped around. My chest locked. Maeve. She stood in the doorway, silver eyes glowing, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked fragile, broken, but her smile was soft, loving. “I heard you,” she whispered. “I heard what you said. That you would love me no matter what. That the child is yours.” She stepped forward, her hands trembling as they reached for me. “It is yours, Carson. Do not doubt me.”

Is that Kash guy the reason why Spencer drowned himself in the alcohol? I bet this Kash guy was really special to Spencer. I wonder what he does to Spencer to make him like this? Not to mention the things I did to him. He must have really hurt him. I have only known Kash in my entire life. His name is Kashton. He is not a friend but he’s my brother. I just hope that Spencer didn’t date Kashton Reid. “Don’t leave me,” I heard Spencer whisper in my ear and I didn’t bother to remove myself from him. I just laid down beside him for him to calm down.

squeled Maeve. Not realising how long she gawked at the mirror. Sara turned and was stunned to see Maeve all dolled up. Dressed in a red spaghetti mini dress with black four inch heels. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, makeup matching Saras. "WOW, Maeve, you look .. wow, " said Sara. "Girl, did you lose your tongue? hehe, look at us, Babes. We are going to be the main aspect tonight!" Declared Maeve. Sara giggled, and Maeve soon joined her.

I wondered what she was thinking at that moment; I hoped she wasn’t threatened, but I knew right away that she wasn’t comfortable. “Xaden, hello,” Mia said as she reached the bottom step. “I’m excited to be getting out of here with you. How about we—” her voice trailed off once she spotted Maeve. At first, she looked startled, but then she started to look almost cold… I shook my head; it had to be my imagination. From what I knew about Mia, she was very kind. Last night proved just that. “H… Hello Princess,” Maeve stammered as she curtsied.

Before the drive could even stop the car, Maeve was already bouncing out in excitement yelling, "Imogen!" "Maeve!" Imogen screamed back as they both jumped on each other, hugging tightly. "Oh my God, I can't believe it's really you. You are back, baby!" "I'm back, baby!" Maeve screeched. "Oh my God, it's being so long since have seen you. You look......the same actually," she said with a chuckle. "But just as fabulous as ever." Maeve flipped her blonde hair backwards dramatically. "It's just what I do," she said, giggling. She tucked her arm into Imogen. "Ugh, Imogen, I've missed you so freaking much, you have no idea."

I snarl. “What is the witch’s name.” Gwen yelps again, and I can only imagine what Xander is doing to convince her to give us the information. “Maeve. Maeve Cross.” My stomach is churning with the information that she has given me. “Did you know?” I snarl at her. “Did you know that she could feel it when we were intimate.” “Yes. It was the only way we could be together, Richie. Don’t you see. If you reject her and she rejects you, then we can be together. All you have to do is accept her rejection and you’ll forget all of this, and we can finally be together.”

My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility.

Spencer blushed and fed her with a spoon. “Spencer, this is the best cake I’ve ever had,” Nancy said as she opened her mouth again for him to continue feeding her. “Since I love eating cake, can you always be there to feed me? Please. If you don’t say yes, I’ll be very sad.” How could Spencer possibly reject her? He nodded, and Nancy laughed smugly. Maia finally knew why Nancy was a novelist. When Nancy noticed Maia looking at her, she quickly dragged Spencer over and greeted her, “Hi, Maia.”

Their eyes lit up when they saw me, and they stopped right in front of us. Clara leaned closer to me, but I stood tall. The one in the middle smiled, her red lips curling slowly. “We realized,” she said, her voice sharp, “that we have not introduced ourselves properly.” Her eyes moved over me like a snake sliding on skin. She pointed at herself. “I am Maeve. These are Naomi and Bella.” The two at her side smirked and tilted their heads. Maeve stepped closer, her eyes cutting into mine. “I heard you went out on a picnic with Ragnar,” she said. “Tell me. What did you do with him?”