Storm Reid Age Novels & Stories

Another wave of Ace's men come barreling out of the tree line at them. The biggest wave yet as hundreds come flooding out. Reid staggers forward as he reaches deep into his core. It takes him a moment in his weekend state. He struggles to find it even though it's there, but he's so weak and hurt. He catches himself as he falls and pulls himself to his knees and digs deeper again. He finds it and grabs onto it, pulling it as fast as he can as it rips through his body and out his hands.

He waved goodbye to them over my shoulder, still shouting something back to Reid as I turned away and carried him toward the others. While we walked back toward the resort, Atticus rested his chin on my shoulder, still looking behind us like he was not ready to leave his new friend yet. “Uncle Al,” he said after a moment, his voice suddenly softer. “Reid has a very cool dad.” My steps slowed before I forced them to keep moving. “Does he?” Atticus nodded against me. “He can drive a jet ski. And Reid said he can drive boats too. And he is tall. And he looks like a king.”

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.

"Actually, I've been living in Meridian City for four years. Migrated here alone when I was still in my teens." "Four years? That's not a short time," I commented. "So, what are you busy with now?" "I make a living as a mechanic at one of the auto repair shops near downtown," Reid explained, a gleam of pride in his eyes. "The work is indeed rough—wrestling with heavy machinery and covered in oil every day—but I truly love it."

Reid leans back on the sofa then looks me dead in the eye. “I think we should-” Before he could continue, his cell phone rings. He grabs it from the counter and lets out a long sigh. “Hold that thought,” he says, then gets up and answers his phone. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” Oh, it was his mother’s birthday today, wasn’t it? Crap, we were to go there for dinner this evening and I was hungover. I look up at Reid as he stands with his back towards me and I notice a tattoo on the left side of his ribcage.

“Still tracking me like I’m a target. That’s cute.” “I didn’t come here to start something. I came to say I was wrong.” That stopped Asher for half a breath. But his expression didn’t change. “Wrong about what?” “About what we were.” “You said I was a phase,” Asher said quietly. “You said you didn’t want to be marked by me.” “I was scared.” “You were a coward.” Reid didn’t deny it. “I got engaged,” he said instead. “To a woman. Two years ago.”

Austin started growling and jumped in front of the video, “With all due respect, my mother would not joke about something this delicate. Your granddaughter was treated no better than a slave by the very Harris Lawson who told you that your daughter and grandpup had both died!” His anger is palpable. Renata smiles at her son and touches his arm. “Perhaps you would like to see your granddaughter? Her name is Rebel Lawson. She is 23 years old, which tracks with the timeline. Not to mention she is a spitting image of Sydney.” I see both Reid and Adele look at each other and my grandmother puts her hand over her mouth. I see tears forming in her eyes. “She is there with you right now?” I take a d

As to traits and personality, we are totally different. Reid has a very refined personality. He is intelligent and graduated with flying colors. He is responsible, trustworthy and a serious type of person. In fact, he did not experience having a girlfriend or even flings during his college days because he was too serious about his studies. But one month ago, I heard he's been dating a woman named 'Andrea', but I did not know anything about her. He was supposed to introduce her to my parents but it did not happen because of the accident.

Percy asked, his eyes wide with shock. “Jup.” He popped the p’s. “Okay, prinsesje. Your turn.” Adelaide sat ready, looking eager to answer. “How old is your daddy?” Adelaide bit her lip as she thought, “um… forty?” Storm laughed as he slapped the table, making my teacup shake. “Nah, prinsesje. Not yet. I am in my forties, though.” “Is this nonsense over now?” I asked. “Your turn, Ford.” Storm smirked. “What are the colours of your kids’ eyes?”