Spencer Reid Wattpad Novels & Stories

Spencer has been sending me messages all week, especially since the announcement of my adaptation became public. At first, I thought he wanted me to talk to Brianna or Luis to hire Valeria back, but he never even mentioned her. It almost felt like he was trying to get closer to me, and now, he was sending messages like we were good friends or something. I wonder if he has suddenly become delusional or he just doesn't know what he's doing anymore. Spencer: Do you have any plans for the weekend? I roll my eyes. I haven't replied his messages since the first time yet he never stopped sending messages every day. At this point, I think blocking him is something I should consider.

So he proposed, not out of love, but to bait Fiona into showing whether she still cared. On our wedding day, Fiona came back. The Wore family's business was failing, and Spencer, powerful again, was suddenly their best bet. In the end, wasn't all of this my fault? *** As Clara spilled the truth, Fiona lost it—screaming, flailing, full-on meltdown mode. Spencer just sat there, slumped on the floor, looking like a ghost—totally wrecked. Clara shot him a cold, "you're pathetic" glance and walked off. Reporters swarmed her, all hungry for more dirt.

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.”

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. I hope he won’t see me tomorrow next to him. On the same bed.

She scanned for a few minutes before finally settling on an order. “You seemed to be in good spirits,” Jordan commented after a while, leaning back on his chair. “Given the fact that you received another call from Spencer’s boarding school. Has St. Claire’s hair already turned white?” She laughed at his remark. Jordan grinned as well as he recounted the phone call, he received from Maya a few days ago that made him decide to fly to E Country. Apparently, Spencer, now sixteen years old was caught escaping the school grounds three nights ago, along with some friends to go drinking in a bar and were caught by the police.

Jasper Reid lowered the phone to the mattress, his hand resting over it. His chin sank to his chest, and his body shook as he wept. Jasper could offer little comfort other than to keep holding onto his mate. It had been hard to face his father that morning, but for Reid to have lost his best friend and had to come out to his family and pack at the same time… Jasper was amazed by Reid’s strength of will, to keep going despite the terrible weight of grief that he was carrying.

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?”

Aleya giggled. MINE! We heard a growl, looked up and Spencer had Aleya wrapped in his arms, his face buried in her neck. MATE. He whispered in her ear. Whoa there handsome. She giggled. What do you mean mate? And who are you? She looked at him and was smiling widely. Spencer didn’t have a chance to speak before Spyder burst into the office. Where is she? He moved closer to Spencer and Aleya, he inhaled deeply. MATE. He growled. Uuhh …what the… Aleya asked wide eyed. Aleya, this is Spencer and Spyder Collins. Reign introduced them. Spencer, Spyder this is Aleya Blackburn. Queen Apryl’s niece and my cousin. She wiggled her eyes up and down. Both males visibly tensed. So, that means, we are now

And his eyes focused on Avyana's unconscious body. " Don't you worry, senorita. I will come back again for you." He whispered while he did a eye contact with Jayden. Both of their eyes were raging with fire. Jayden grab him by his collar harshly. " I will see how you will come again, freaking assole! If I will see you around her again, you will be dead for sure." He said. Spencer's eyes were filled with fire of jealousy and revenge. He won't never forget how he got humiliated.

“She won’t be home tonight. Or tomorrow. She’s usually out of town for a week or more, never less. I’m sure she’ll contact you once she came back so don’t worry, Xander.” I nodded and looked away. “You don’t look worried. You’re used to it?” Spencer chuckled too loud that it sounded like a laugh. My brow raised from the sarcasm mixed in it. “Oh, I always have someone to follow her around, you know.” That someone must be trustworthy that Spencer acts like everything will be okay, huh? “That’s a relief.” I sighed. “Yeah. Well,” he stood up and grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured another round to his own glass. “…now that you’re here. I’d like to talk with you.”