Spencer Reid Wattpad Novels & Stories

I know she’ll find out eventually—I might be the one to tell her, even, when we’re back at the ranch—but right now, I don’t want to talk about it. Poppy shifts uncomfortably by my side, but I ignore her. That’s when I see Kendal heading toward Spencer like she’s walking the fucking runway with her heels and long legs. My fists clench in my lap as I watch her throwing her arms around his neck, saying something in his ear. Spencer’s body tenses immediately under her touch, and even from a distance, I can tell he’s not comfortable. But it’s not like he’s just afraid that someone will see it, but he seems rather…disgusted by her approach.

She didn’t need to be feared or adored. This time, she’d build something better. Something that couldn’t be torn down with one “accident.” --- Later That Night – Bedroom She opened her notebook again. She crossed out a line. ✘ Friday public spill trap – AVOIDED She added another name to the corner of the page. Jace Carter – unpredictable, might become useful The unknown number hadn’t texted again. Yet. But she could feel it. The real enemy hadn’t made their move. And when they did, she’d be ready.

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.

As Spencer had said, everyone who did wrong should face the consequences. The Chapmans had gone bankrupt. Melanie's parents threw themselves off a building, while Melanie ended up on the streets. But that wasn't enough. I tapped on a familiar number and sent a message. [Did you like the wedding gift I sent you?] After sending it, I pulled out the SIM card, cut it in half, and flushed it down the toilet. Two days later, someone knocked on the door of my office. It was Spencer. In the month since I'd last seen him, he had become a shadow of himself.

"We'll be back shortly." "Take your time," Spencer said, reaching into his bag and taking out a paperback novel he'd started ages ago but never seemed to have time to get to. He was hoping he wouldn't have time this weekend either, thinking he'd be fucking Peri until they both collapsed, but he'd stuck the book in his bag anyways. As the women disappeared into the bathroom, he pulled the covers down and climbed into one of the beds, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it towards his bag of clothes.

"Does anyone know where Chad is?" Spencer stands in front of a group of young hunters as the latter shake their heads in denial. Spencer frowned, since the day before he found out that the girl he's always been in love with is a creature, he's not himself anymore. Even if he thinks evil is something else. In fact, in his opinion, Chad must be having trouble digesting the fact that the girl has found another guy. Teenagers these days... Spencer moved forward before finding Chad's training mate asking him if he hadn't seen the latter.

I was just tired, the rejection I’d faced at bright wood was one I don’t ever want to face again and before the Alpha king would think he could act on it, I’d better set him straight. I lifted my head to see him staring at me in confusion and also amusement but I didn’t care, I wasn’t done with what I had to say. “So, I, Calla Spencer reject you, whoever you might be as my mate. I do not ever want to be mated to you.” I declared and my wolf calmed, it was as though she was also surprised by what I’d just said. His mouth opened as if he’d wanted to say something but they closed shut at once as he ordered that the room be silent.

Sheryl said—she did not want to go abroad, but she would work hard to overcome the language barrier for the sake of her only grandson. After that, Isaac returned to his room to take a bath, the warm water washing off his weariness. He stepped out, his bathrobe loosely draped over his body—there were still droplets on his bare skin. He walked toward his bed as he dried his hair, having put the clothes he was going to wear there. Bzzt… His phone suddenly vibrated, and he picked it up to find a text from an unidentified number. He tapped on it. [Irene Spencer is alive. I know where she is.]

"Sorry, but... I don't think I know either of you. I do seem to have a boyfriend, though. Do you know his number? Please ask him to come over." Somewhere in the back of her mind, a blurry figure surfaced. Hayden's eyes flickered with confusion and shock. After realizing what was happening, he sneered. A new trick, huh? At that moment, the TV mounted on the wall was playing financial news. "The youngest leader of the Reid Group, Hunter Reid, had returned from abroad. Rumors had it that he suffered severe injuries in a car accident, leaving him crippled and disfigured. Since then, he has rarely appeared in public..."

I exhaled. “I can’t wait for all this to finally settle,” Spencer said quietly, lips moving against my shoulder. “The federal stuff wrapping up. Aiden’s heart getting stable so he can chase a damn soccer ball without us panicking. No more looking over our shoulders every five seconds.” "I keep dreaming about mornings were the only problem we'd have would be about burnt toast," I squeezed his hand where it rested on my belly. “Just normal stupid stuff. It sounds like paradise right now.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. One of his legs shifted, pressing more firmly between mine.