Storm Reid Age Novels & Stories

“Thirty-four, sir. Why?” “Just wondering.” I turned to face him. “Look into the Bryants for me. They’re out of—” “Texas. I’m aware of who they are. I attended school with Damon. Smart guy. Cocky to a fault, but he’s brilliant.” He stood. “And I’ve heard of this Alex Reid guy. He’s in the media all the time.” “For what exactly?” “Loads of things over the last few years. He’s brilliant as well but lives a bit eccentricly. I think he was the richest, most eligible bachelor in the Times a year or so ago.”

GRAY “What did you just say?” I thundered, striding toward him, each step shaking with the storm building inside me. My chest rose and fell fast, my voice raw with rage. Reid hung upside down, blood dripping from a cut on his jaw, his body straining against the ropes. His swollen lips curled into a sneer, his eyes burning with defiance. “You heard me! Don’t make me repeat myself!” His voice cracked, yet he still screamed like he wanted me to break.

Immediately. Reid stood quietly for a while, and when he didn’t get a response from her, he stepped forward, still holding the cake, and offered it to her. He smiled. “Raina, happy birthday. Make a wish.” At this point, how could Raina not understand? That story about him being lost—that he couldn’t be found—it was all fake. The fireworks, the sea of lights… all orchestrated by Reid. This was something he had owed her for years. And now, finally, he had done it.

“No more waiting. If Reid’s already shown his hand, then whoever he’s working with won’t stay quiet for long.” Cassian gave her a long look. “You’re starting to sound like me.” “I think I’ve been sounding like you for a while.” That made him smirk—just a little. Reid Reid slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He was parked on the edge of the docks, engine still running. The rain hit the windshield like static. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. Then deleted it. Then typed again. “They know. They’re coming.” He hit send.

“A chance to meet the real players. Consider this an invitation.” My breath caught. This is it. Our way in. My phone buzzed in my pocket, temporarily distracting me from them. I slipped out of the dark room into the hall before answering. “Reid,” I said, voice clipped. “This better be good.” Reid’s maniacal chuckle filled the line. “Relax, Dalton. I’m just checking in. I’ve got eyes on Bennett Storm, like you asked.” “How’s he looking?” I leaned against the wall, keeping my voice low.

I greeted bending low so we were on the same level and by the way, she hadn't let me in by now, I was still at the door. "Who are you and what do you want?" She asked with a sassy little voice. Who am I? It's been a long time since I was last asked this question, almost everyone in the country knows who I am, well they know I am Jake Reid, the most popular male TV star.💯💯 I smiled at the little child and replied "Well I'm Jake Reid and I'm here for Charlotte." At that instant she faced the stairs and let out a ear busting yell or is it call?

Reid, the guy we’d caught for treason was in the basement, strapped to a chair that was bolted to the ground. Rex led us to the basement. I wanted this to go quickly and possibly not use my fists. “He still hasn’t spoken,” Rex said. “Good luck.” Rex opened the door and let the three of us in. “Isn’t it the fab three?” Reid said. “You’re in a chatty moon,” Storm commented. “Good sign.” “I’ve got a lot to say to you, Maverick,” Reid spat. “I don’t even know you man, but let it out, man.” I crossed my arms and my shoulder protested.

Reid scoffs, snatching two glasses of Moët and downing them in quick succession. “She tried to reject me,” he spits, the words thick with anger and disbelief. I exhale slowly, my lips pressing into a firm line. I suspected this might happen. I glance at my friend, torn. If he knew why Gaia said those things, he wouldn’t be tearing himself apart like this. But I can’t tell him. If anyone had gossiped about what Claudia had endured, I’d have ripped their tongue out without hesitation. And Reid? He’d do worse. He has a talent for pain, which is why he commands the warriors.

Brynn laughed out loud and reached over with a napkin to wipe the sweat off his forehead. The two of them got along easily, without any of the anxious maneuvering of people trying too hard, without any need to guess or test. There was only the steady warmth of a life that had settled into something good. Outside the bar, the rain was coming down in sheets. A black sedan sat parked across the street. The window was halfway down, and Reid was behind the wheel with a cigarette burned almost to the filter between his fingers. His gaze cut through the curtain of rain and fixed on the corner booth behind the bar's floor-to-ceiling windows.

I’m not surprised Harvest Moon Pack wouldn’t support education; I’m just frustrated that they have gotten away with so much for so long. I hate to ask this question, but I have to know, “How old are you?”. “I will be 20 in about six months,” she replies. I sit there stewing over this information, considering what it all meant. As if he could feel my tension rising Reid mind-link’s me, “We don’t know anything yet Kate, don’t try to guess at what is going on. It could be a coincidence that she has your last name,” he says. “I know you are right, I’m just tired after a long couple days,” I reply.