Storm Reid Age Novels & Stories

But I’ve proven him wrong anyway. Mr Reid is Forty-Six. Divorced. Has a son my age. And yet, those details don't stop me. It doesn't restrain him forever either. The thought stays in the back of my mind, but it doesn't last. Because this isn’t about age, or past lives, or morality. This is about control—and right now, I have it.

"Maren, when we get married someday, I'll get you one of those huge rocks like they have on TV. Big and sparkly, the kind you can't miss. "And we'll have a rose garden, and a symphony orchestra, and a drone light show. I want the whole city to see it." Before she could answer, the young man vanished, and in his place stood Reid on the night of the birthday party. He was 35 years old, his eyes rimmed red, looking at her as though he had finally stopped wanting anything she could give. "Maren, I told you I'd wait until I was 35. You never said yes. So I'll find someone who will."

“You need a break, sweetheart. Not just the kids but everything. Honestly, an hour or two isn’t enough, but it is a start.” “Max.” she smiled, “I mean, of course, thank you, but I really am fine.” “Sweetheart, no, you aren’t. you have jumped from being by yourself with a semi-normal family to having everything normal ripped away to also being with me and having two kids to raise.” Max said softly as he pulled into the parking lot, “That is a lot for anyone to have to deal with but add to the fact the storm is really just beginning, and you are going to be caught in the middle of it. You haven’t had the proper time to deal with everything.”

She opens her mouth to speak but closes them. " Reid's also in the hospital. Every single person that we love is hurt and I'm not gonna sit back and do nothing." " What's your plan? Storm into their club?" " Yes and find Alejandro. He's gonna tell us where to find moskov." " And what if he doesn't say a word?" " Stop being a chicken. Who's the closest person in his life?" I ask. " He's got a son. He's ten years old." " Good. We've got a bait then. What does he like his bitches to be?"

"When you miss her, come to me, so we can talk about her and maybe do something that was her favorite that you and her did." "My mommy told me that I can trust you that we are going to be best friends forever." Tears start filling my eyes, knowing that his pain is just as bad as mine. I want to fix it and make him feel better, but I can't. It's not a pain that just disappears, it's a pain that's always with you. I need to talk to Landon, and it's not his guards that aren't defending his territory. It's Jayden lowering the rouges in to attack him, so he can see his mother. I am not sure that Landon will believe me, but I really hope he does.

Then she laughed once under her breath. “Wow, finally, at least I'm not going crazy,” she muttered. Ethan stared at me like he wanted to say something else, but before he could, we heard his name. “Yo, Ethan!” A loud voice suddenly cut through the tension. We all turned, immediately my stomach dropped. Because walking into the kitchen with several football players behind him, was Ashton Reid. And unfortunately even with his bandanged body, he was still one of the most attractive people I had ever seen in my life.

There was no debate about it. Reid had been in love once in his life, back when he was seventeen. At the time, he thought that the world was big and that he still had a long life ahead of him but unbeknownst to him his thoughts were a dream compared to his reality. Though, what he felt for Maya was not love – at the moment – he knew. As an adult they could grow in a love so strong that it could put shame to any of those couples who've spent more than fifty years together. "Deal but if it's safe when I get home, y'all can leave me there and leave my life sooner." She smiled brightly at Jordan, using all her charm.

She’s at least twelve years old. “Danaya. I got this, alright?” The woman who was on the stage said. Reid approached the kid as he knelt. “Danaya, right?” Reid asked as the girl nodded. “Your dad is Commander Ravenscroft?” “Yes,” “Then, your sister said that she will do it. Now, describe to Brett about the person who wants to kill.” The girl stared at his eyes. He got ash blonde hair, I think he’s also a son of that bastard Win Reynolds, with S. He’s fourteen years old and that little fucker just disrespect me.”

I spat out and stormed out. "We leave for Blackclaws a day after tomorrow." His words stopped me in my tracks for a moment; I couldn't breathe. But I quickly suppressed the shock. "What?" "You'll have to start earning your keep," he spat out. "I don't...." "It's an order, pup, and you will do as you're told," he said with a tone of finality and walked away. * * * It was D-Day. Redmoom was sending an envoy to the mating ceremony held at Blackclaw. Since Kristen ordered it, there was no running from it; hence, I decided to devise a way that would make me unrecognizable.