Abby Anderson X Reader の小説・ストーリー

I stroked her hair and she sighed. I promised myself that I would find out the demons that were haunting her and destroy them. The bell for the lunch time rang but I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up so I just stayed silent and let her sleep. I took her temperature from time to time and was glad that it was slowly but surely going back to normal. I decided on a quick nap since I had not slept well yesterday and no one was going to come to the library anyways. Adrienne When I woke up I saw that Aziel was sleeping beside me on the desk beside me. His head was turned towards me and he was sleeping soundly. I appreciated his gorgeous face, he really was a beautiful man carved out like a greek

Oh. He opens the book to the exact page I left off and begins reading, his voice smooth and deliberate, each word wrapping around me like a blanket. It's not long before the story dives into the next sex scene, and Mason doesn't flinch, narrating every steamy detail. Damn. I never thought I'd like being read to, but this is so hot. My body responds instinctively, a familiar ache building in my core. As I shift slightly in his lap, Mason's free hand grazes the waistband of my shorts, silently asking for permission. I notice how his voice softens when he senses my hesitation.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

Aurelia’s POV I woke up with a dull ache in my head, my body sluggish as the weight of last night’s memories crashed into me. Abaddon was here. My gaze swept across the room, searching, until it landed on him. He stood by the bathroom door—completely naked. Water dripped from his body, tracing every defined muscle, glistening under the dim light. My breath hitched as my eyes flickered downward, lingering for a second too long. His smirk was razor-sharp. “Looking for me?” “No.” I lied, forcing my eyes away. “I was looking for my phone.” His brow arched, mock amusement glinting in his dark eyes. “Right. Searching for a phone that’s sitting right next to you.”

Just then, I heard footsteps coming down. It was Mr. Alex Anderson. I noticed he was coming out from Anna’s room. Had he been with her this late at night? Even though I was drunk, an idea began to form in my head. Alex Anderson was rich, powerful, and handsome in a mature way. Most importantly, he was a widower so his options were still open. Unlike Richard who is already married to Anna. Who says there can’t be two Mrs. Andersons? I stepped toward him and deliberately let my foot catch the edge of the rug.

The girl who liked to read books was silent, but the girl seemed to want to get information from the opposite sex, so she did not comment right away. "What will happen tonight until you ask me like that?" Abby deliberately asked the interlocutor back without answering the previous question. Such an action made the man with thick eyebrows laugh out loud, so the woman with the Scorpio zodiac flinched because she did not understand the strange action she had received from her husband. "Why are you even laughing? Did I say something funny?” Abby was offended because the man still did that action. The girl folded her arms in her chest area and gave a cynical look at the penthouse owner because sh

Lia yelled, her eyes red and puffy from continuous cries. Eventually, she stopped crying, picked up her phone, and sent a text to someone who responded quickly, earning a sly smile from Lia. “It is right about the time we put you in your place, Abigail Monroe,” she whispers with gritted teeth to no one but herself. Abigail’s pov Two hours. That was how long Xander and I made love in his office, my legs ached from being stretched for a lengthy period, yet I loved it. The sweet ache between my legs was proof of our love, even if he had yet to admit his feelings.

Abigail stared at Xander, who was deeply focused on his book, not noticing her. Perhaps sensing her gaze, Xander finally looked up from his reading. "What's up?" Abigail asked, "What are you reading?" She wondered if he found the book more interesting than her. Xander replied, "The Red and the Black." Abigail asked, "Is it your first time reading it? Are you really into it?" She thought, 'He was so nice to me last night, but this morning he's not. If he likes his book so much, he can spend time with it instead.'

“Even though I wasn’t far.” They didn’t care. They clung like they’d been waiting for him all night. And Amelia Anderson, fourteen and too smart for her own good, leaned in the doorway with a look far too knowing. “You smell like Dad,” she said flatly. Sebastian blinked. “I… hugged him.” “Uh huh.” She raised an eyebrow. “With your whole body?” “Mia,” he warned. “I’m just saying.” She folded her arms. “You look like someone bit your—”

My blood went cold. I looked at the bone door, at the darkness beyond it, at the way the chains rattled like they were laughing. I looked at Dax—being dragged into law that wanted to own him. I looked at Kieran—wearing hunger that wasn’t his. And I made a decision I hated. “BACK,” I said, voice low, shaking. The word hit the chamber like a slammed fist. Ash surged up and slammed into Kieran, knocking him back a step. His coal-bright eyes flared with irritation—then delight.