Novel & Cerita Spencer Reid X Reader Angst

Spencer's scream was so loud that I could see his throat inside now. My heart is pounding now. Because my husband is angry. But not mine. I don't want Spencer to be angry. I think I have a trauma. When he's angry, I get really nervous. Then the door rang, and Sen opened it. The volume startled me. "You don't need to know!" Sen said, her eyes narrowing now and her jaw tensing. Then she growled in anger. “What don't I need to know? Because that father didn't stand up for you?"

But to see it happen, and Reid being the one to do it, was turning my stomach and nerves against me. My anxiety was running at an all-time high; I felt unnaturally hot, my hands were shaking, and it felt as though some kind of drug was running through my veins, making me very antsy and fidgety. I wanted to run at the pair, but I had no idea who it would be that I would stand up for, so I stayed where I was. My cold, dirty feet were firmly planted on the well-beaten soil and grass. Reid huffed heavily, still mounted over Eli’s tired frame in a significant advantage, with anger pouring from him as he eagerly waited for him to respond.

“She’s a disaster, man. And you—you’re feeding this madness.” No response. “Has she ever told you she loves you?” Max pressed. “Even once? Has she ever looked you in the eye and said she cares?” Still, Spencer said nothing. Max leaned in, desperation creeping into his tone. “She’s using you to make Liam jealous. Everyone sees it but you.” Spencer’s eyes finally met his. Cold. Distant. “Look, Max. If you’re not going to help me—then stay the hell out of my business.”

“After I called Olive I fell asleep. I was exhausted from staying awake all night trying to get you back. Then I was awoken by Tess calling me a bitch and her hand was in my hair pulling it hard. I felt angry and threatened her and then I couldn’t stop my self, I broken each one of the fingers on her right hand. They was a voice in my head telling me that it was not enough and that I should end her. Thankfully, I managed to contain that feeling but I can still feel their anger simmering in the back of my head.” All of us looked shocked, as the voice a manifestation of her wolf or was it just a dark side of Spencer that I hadn’t seen before. Is it wrong of me to think that a darker side of Sp

I set the spoon down on the coffee table, sat back on the couch and stared at the wall. Zara and I had argued before. We had said sharp things to each other but always found our way back because that was simply what we did. But. Reid has a girlfriend? I pressed my hand flat against my knee and laughed short and sharp, entirely without humor and suddenly the couch felt dirty. Some people really had the nerve.

She lowered her head and took a few more bites, making sure her stomach no longer hurt, before asking, "Does Mr. Reid like me?" Hunter's slender fingertips turned the pages of the book, his tone very calm. "What do you think?" "Did not like, liking is not like you." She answered quickly, but couldn't quite describe what liking felt like. She really liked Mr. H, but she was very aware that the love between them was also somewhat pathological, which would be simply unacceptable if placed on someone else. "Well, then I don't like you." He said this, his gaze still on the book in front of him.

I could feel the hard planes of his chest against my shoulder and the faint thud of his heartbeat. Andy cleared his throat. "Just business." Reid didn’t blink. "Is that so?" The air between them crackled with something unspoken but clearly dangerous. Andy's jaw tightened and his fingers flexed around his glass. Reid’s grip on me didn’t loosen, it kept getting tighter with his thumb pressing into the dip of my waist like a stake. I could practically see the tension between the two of them, there was clearly a rivalry. Finally cheering through the silence, Reid spoke again. "I’ll be taking my wife now."

Theodore said. "You come with me. She might listen to you since she admires you." Theodore nodded; together with Aurora, they entered the room. Angie was still cursing. The moment she saw Theodore walk in, she immediately stopped. "Mr. Spencer, you're here." She quickly sat up straight and fixed her hair. "Keep it down. There's no need to get so worked up over a novel," Theodore said. "Mr. Spencer, you don't know how terrible this author is! She's cursing me so badly. I'm going to curse her back! I'm already roasting her," Angie retorted, shaking with rage.

Spencer shouts at me. He steps towards me, and I take an instinctual step away in fear. When he sees my fright, though, he doesn’t back down at all. Instead, his anger only seems to grow. Spencer bares his teeth at me. “What did he say?” He repeats harshly. “He didn’t say anything!” I shout back, glaring at him with clenched fists. “Believe it or not, Spencer, it doesn’t take much convincing for me to not want someone torn apart over some petty sibling rivalry. Grow up.”