Spencer Reid Novels & Stories

Hugh had commented to Alpha Armstrong on more than one occasion that they would have made good Reivers had they not been human. Hugh found the number of the C.E.O’s direct line and pressed call. “Mr Crozier, how may I be of assistance this fine Sunday?” drawled the soft Edinburgh accent. “Mr Ridal, I need you to find somebody for me.” “Email me what details you have on the individual using the usual channels, do you just want an address or full disclosure?” Hugh thought for a moment, if he was going to pay for this service he might as well get his money's worth. “Full disclosure if you would.”

They practically worship him like a god… John hastily opened a news site on his phone and he almost dropped his phone when he saw the trending topic. “Reid Corporation boss is a nuisance, he kidnaps and uses innocent girls to satisfy his manhood needs.” “Ethan Reid is known to be ruthless and dangerous. He recently announced that he has a fiancee at a private gathering and he will be holding a private wedding in a month. But we have just received exclusive news that the man is not what he seems to be.”

I grabbed him by the shirt and looked up at him. "I don't want anyone but Sierra. I want her to know how deeply sorry I am. I know I hurt her, and I hate myself for it. I love her so much that I can't bear the thought of losing her. Aria is my daughter, how can she grow up without a father?" He forcefully removed my hands from his shirt. "Aria was your daughter in the past, but now she is Dean's daughter in the present. You should go start a new life with Alex and forget about Sierra. You lost, and there's no way you can win her back."

Spencer had previously told her he would meet her at the airport so he didn’t dare to go anywhere for fear of missing her. He realized that he could not stay at the airport any longer, so he turned to the Internet for help. He could only keep sending Aria friend requests. He knew if Aria’s father could find out information about his family members, he would know about his past. Spencer had been arrested in the police station several times since he was 14 and he was convinced that a man like Damian would not allow his daughter to date a guy like him. So he was even more upset.

“It’s sweet that you’re trying so hard, but you’d be just fine without me. Don’t get me wrong, you’re stuck with me now, but you are the one the world needs to watch out for.” “Says the guy who helped find the antidote to the toxin and turned a group of feral shifters into a pack,” I teased. “We’re going to make a hell of a team.” I caught sight of Spencer walking toward us out of the corner of my eye. He was holding a cell phone in his hand and his expression was odd. He wasn’t worried or scared, but he wasn’t happy either. Something was going on. “What is it?” I asked, turning toward him.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and walked to my room. When I reached inside, I locked the door, removed my heels, and my phone beeped to a message. I opened it and saw that it was another threat from the doctor, giving me only twenty-four hours. I almost dialed the doctor's number when I received a call. “It better be good news because I am not in a good mood,” I said as I picked. “Mr. Sparks is the name of Ms. Reid’s fiancé.” “You called to tell me the name?”

Spencer looks pissed off. “Alfred! Don't spread rumors.” “Alfred, don't be afraid and tell me the truth.” And that's how I came to learn something new and refreshing about Spencer. Apparently, he was too fascinated by the drag queens in his childhood. He admired them so much that he tried applying make-up once but ended up looking like a failed art experiment. His family had a good time doing a photoshoot with him. Spencer looks absolutely pissed off as Alfred outs his vulnerable past so easily.

Damn, that anatomy though! People take his pictures and upload them on their Snapchat and I*******m stories. I see Rita trying to put the doggie filter on him. Her friends peek at her phone and do Awwwww! "Good morning people of Damison Group." His authoritative voice roars in the hall. A high, intense shudder runs down my spine, making me sink more in my seat. His hoarse voice causes goosebumps to flare up on my arms. He seems really powerful, I can't act manly around him. I am probably wet.

His wet blonde hair stuck to his face, giving him the idol look. Wasn't he supposed to keep his identity hidden? What was he doing here then? Monica couldn't help but wonder. Adriana walked to him and hugged him, causing the female models to boo, thinking they were couples. "Hi everyone, this is Spencer McKenzie. He's a creative director. He would be giving ideas needed to make a good video with fantastic visuals,"she explained.

And when the stock market opened in the morning, Spencer Group's shares instantly fell to rock bottom. When Aaron Spencer turned on the news that morning, his eyes rolled up instantly as he passed out and had to be rushed to the hospital. Now, it was truly game over. Knowing that Kayla was inevitably going to prison, he privately made calls to cancel the wedding ceremony in case he drew attention. And even as everyone was busy flaming Kayla online, the Spencers called for an emergency press conference. Jonathan, Lydia, and Julian were there, inviting only a select group of journalists; they were family as they were trying to keep things quiet, as well as stay safe.