Ace Attorney X Reader Novels & Stories

I heard Xander join in, his body pressed against me from behind and sandwiching me between both men, “you don’t like the fact that we’re so desperate to make you ours to the extent of making sure no one else exists that can lay that same claim to you?” He placed his hands on my hips and my skin burned from the way he gripped it, it was the same thing way he always held me whenever he wanted to ram me into the next dawn. Against my better judgement, I leaned into him, pressing my ass against his crotch while Ace smiled down at me like he could read every thought passing through my mind. “I… I don’t,” I lied again.

Alpha Jackson POV Dammit, I can’t believe how things turned out. That damn Caleb Sweeting was still haunting me. All these years, I had thought he was dead. Instead, he had been waiting to exact his revenge. His mate had been a beautiful woman, she had been hard to resist. I met her before I met my dear Luna. Beta Gregory and I were much younger then and perhaps some would say selfish men. If we saw something we liked, we usually took it. And usually there were never any complaints.

Elara whispered, her voice breaking with a mix of terror and uncontrollable anticipation. "Let him wait, Elara. Let him imagine his wife is being dutiful, while I take what is rightfully mine," Xavier growled lowly against the crook of her neck. Without wasting time, Xavier’s large, powerful hand slid beneath Elara’s robe. With one rough but skillful motion, he pulled down her silk panties until they fell to the marble floor. Elara gasped, her hands braced against the cold wall to maintain her balance. Xavier pressed his body flush against hers, leaving no gap between them. He unzipped his trousers with the sharp sound of metal against metal—a sound that rang like a death knell for Elara’s d

though. Axel picked up his phone and rang a close friend familiar with computers. He needs the location of the author. [Allo?] “Ryker,” he greeted. “Look up the author of The Anthem of Lycanthropy. Follow up quickly.” He didn’t need to say more. He could already hear his keyboards in the background. Ending the call, Axel stood up and left his office to the Psi’s chambers, holding the book. After asking an Omega where Sky’s room is, he stopped in front of his room and quietly knocked.

Then he flips it over and says, "1910, wow. Where'd you get such an old picture of the house?" Trying to stay calm, my eyes jerk over to Brad, but he's already looking at me. We both know where it came from. Atticus. He's still here. *The End* Acknowledgements: To my betas: Paige Weaver, Sarah Phelps, Beth Rustenhaven, Stephenie Thomas, Laura Wilson, Vanessa Proehl, Tami Fairley, Chelcie Dacon and Tashia Brandenburg. Thank you for your honesty, your patience and your time. Your opinions were like gold and I am so grateful for each and every one of you.

"Noah I swear to god. Stop slacking and get your ass here now!" Ace continued his way into his large house and held the bridge of his noes. All he could think about was what was that guy thinking about? Damien or whatever his name was , how could he agree to such madness. I mean for crying out loud they were still teenagers who haven't finished school. "Sir ! Jaxon wants to chat about Anna again." A male said as they walked next to him. "I don't care what Jaxon has to say. And I don't care about Anna." Ace said angrily as he sat on in his chair and pulled his phone out. His background still had Lia's face on it which made him curse harshly.

Gianna was tucked under my arm, her face red from the alcohol but also the genuine happiness because everyone she loved was right here with her. “Yes, absolutely gorgeous,” Teresa agreed. She was sitting beside Caelian, and he was holding her hand. I heard she was with him all week, taking care of him or something. And for the first time in years that I have known Caelian, it felt like this woman could turn out to be more than a warm body he was fucking. “How did you even get it?” Xavier frowned. “If it were on the market, I would have known.” “Yeah, he’s obsessed with real estate,” Aria said. “ I have stacks of Architectural Digests in our room.”

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“What, you mean you want me to give you more? Listen to me—I have more than enough, but I’m not giving you more! Who do you think you are, huh? You think I should give you more just because you managed to con your way into Grace’s heart with sweet nothings, flowery pick-up lines, and whatnot? Over my dead body, pal! You won’t see me do that even in your dreams!” Xander began to make things up about Javier’s character. He was sure the man had fooled Grace, or she would not have so easily thrown herself into his arms. Sure, Xander had no proof of that, but he had money. He thought that money was all a man needed to show bravado. The man with the most money was always right!

Thank you for allowing me to stay in your house," I said, unknowingly batting my eyelids at him. His gaze darkened, and another growl escaped his lips, sending goosebumps to my body and shivers through my spine. I didn't know what earned me the growl. Whether it was because of my batting eyelids or the fact that I was offering him ice cream— even though I wasn't sure if that was what he wanted. "Come on, Xander. She's just trying to be nice." More growls and more warning glares were directed at Ace. I didn't have any problem with the glares. But his growls... They were doing things to my insides, weirdly enough. And from the looks of it, he had already gotten over everything. My stomach flut