Acotar X Reader Novels & Stories

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CARTER BROTHERS SERIES, here's the list: (these are on Dreáme Àpp) Maddox and Bree: Saved By The Devil Dom and Kiara: Hating My Baby's Father Brandon and Elle: Obsessed with My Future Husband Alex and Scar: Scarred Knîght. Check them out, you'll like them if you love your heroes damaged and dark, and finally getting their happily ever after that they deserve. These books are dark romance and are for matured readers, check TW. You might hate them but you'll end up loving them. Thankyou once again. Until the next time! ♡

Unable to help myself, I breathed achingly, "Torin?" With his arms wrapped around the woman who had sidled up against him, Satan lowered his head; his lips captured the womans' in a kiss, lingering on them a few seconds. Finally, his hands running down the length of her back and moving onto her ass, he cupped her cheeks, giving them a quick squeeze. Afterward, pulling back a little, he looked in my direction. Gaze hard and eyes impenetrable, he murmured, "Satan, Kitten! My name's Satan."

My clit throbbed visibly, begging for attention. Jace stepped closer until he towered over me. He grabbed my wrist, the one still shiny with my juices, and brought my fingers to his mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he sucked them clean, his tongue swirling around them. A low, appreciative groan rumbled from his chest. “Delicious,” he murmured. “You taste even better than I imagined.” My knees nearly gave out. “Jace… we can’t,” I whispered, even as my body leaned toward him. “Mia is right outside…”

“I knew it. Who doesn’t know AOT. That’s Attack of Titans dude! It’s like one of the best anime’s I’ve seen in a long time, and I’m a huge anime fan so you should know that I’ve seen a lot.” “Uhmm,” Xavier stammered. “I don’t really know…” “Come on,” Jon sighed, dragging him along. “You need a makeover. I’ll make you like me, awesome and perfect like me.” “I think you should let the boy be for now,” Mrs. Coatés spoke up finally. “Hello Frost. I’m Gwen Coatés. It’s nice meeting you.” “Thanks a lot ma’am,” Xavier bowed. “I’m honored to be amongst you all and I promise to be of good behavior.”

NOTE My lovely readers, I in no way want to fucking piss y’all off… but of course, not everyone likes me and I don’t give a fuck. However, Jeremy’s story along with Zanya and Viktor, the bratva Pakhan, is in my other book titled Tempting the Enemy. You may pick it up to read… or not, I really don’t give a fuck, but know it’s a poly relationship, and it’s interconnected. Jeremy’s twin is Hunter… I’ll drop bits of information I deem necessary. And once again, to all my loves, I appreciate y’all.

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Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

“Then don’t expect me to forgive you just because you’re bleeding.” “I don’t,” he said. “I expect you to make me suffer for it.” My heart skipped. That was exactly why I had signed. I stepped back. “Good. Because I’m not done yet.” He smiled—not with amusement, but with something closer to approval. “There you are.” The door opened. Atticus walked in with his tablet. He looked at Xavier’s open shirt, then at me, then back to the screen. “A specialist is coming from Luminara,” Atticus announced.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.