Armand X Reader Novels & Stories

He walked over, towering over me, and said casually, "What's wrong? Haven't heard from you in a while. Are you mad at me? I haven't seen you in so long. I really want to hug you." He spoke in that familiar sweet tone, bending toward me. I smelled the woman's fragrance on him and instinctively recoiled in disgust, turning my body away. Ross froze mid-motion. In the past, whenever we fought, his gentle embrace always managed to calm me no matter how angry I was. Ross straightened up, frowning deeply. "What's your problem now?" I didn't answer. Instead, I stood up and moved to the nearby couch, putting some space between us. His expression soured further, as he impatiently tried to explain.

But there was no strength left to lift the limb. -Who are you? - it turned out a little hoarse. – Where are you from? She laughed again, already openly making fun of the suffering mercenary. She finally deigned to turn around and look at him directly, and not in the mirror. So her eyes seemed even darker and deeper. Mysterious. Fascinating. Witchcraft. Armand realized that he was saying it aloud. He shook his head, driving away the obsession: - Drop your magical things! he growled. Leroy wasn't used to being bullied so openly.

Amelia replied through the mindlink ecstatically. "Now!" I ordered and after 2 seconds, an arrow was lodged into Xander's arm causing him to forcefully change into his human form.

he said. “Armand …,” argued Kalyana. “So what are you for Kalyana?” asked Armand to Rajata, ignoring Kalyana’s words, “her boyfriend?” “I’m not!” Rajata stammered, “we are just friends!” Armand grabbed Rajata by the collar and pulled him until Rajata stood up. “A friend who can make Kalyana stop talking to me, huh?” he snapped. “Armand!” Kalyana snapped, standing up as well.

All that Leonor had on were Armando's hoodie and booty shorts and they were reading a smut scene from a novel together making it hard for both of them to control their own desires. Leonor had long suggested that they read a different book but Armando wanted to see how much smut affected her and so he refused. Now she was writhing slightly against his hard boner. It started getting too steamy so Armando caressed over the top of her pussy feeling just how soaked it was. He then decided to go into the material. Armando's fingers slid through the skin around her clit down to her pussy making her lose focus on what she was reading. He stopped and spoke into her ear "Don't stop reading." he ordere

continued to consider himself a happy man. He continued to enjoy life. And he tried not to think about bad things. Maybe it was because he had a goal. And every day his purpose gave him more strength. And he didn't care what the whole country was saying about him and his downfall. His soul and heart finally found their happiness and peace. His mind no longer tormented him simply because, too many bad things had happened in his life. Yes, he accepted the fact that the woman he was forced to love had taken everything from him. He accepted the fact that he wasn't such a smart and decent man and son. He accepted the truth about himself. He understood that his kindness had brought him to this st

He was not ready to free me from his bone-breaking strength. “Not until you say, you won’t leave me. You promised me, baby,” He sucked my neck, giving my body a slow gruelling rhythm to handle. I puffed a deep breath and controlled my forewarning moan, my mouth was wide-opened till it alarmed me that I was losing my consciousness. Armando’s hand ascended to slip in my pants and cover my sex. His hand reached down the hill and he touched my wet core, already dying to be touched by him. I inwardly cursed myself for not fighting him right now.