Armando Aretas X Reader Novels & Stories

' The word, what I've read about Alpha wolves in books, causes a lead weight to develop in the pit of my stomach. 'It's okay, you will see,' my wolf says, trying to reassure me. "Dad, I would like to introduce you to my mate, Amaris Redding," I hear several gasps from the people surrounding us and it takes everything in me not to cower away from all of the eyes that are currently on me.

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

“Do you love me back, Amara?” Thump… Thump… Thump… Afraid Xavier might hear the frantic beating of her heart, Amara clutched her chest, silently hoping it would calm even a little. She was happy. But somehow, that happiness was slowly turning into fear. She is Amara Channel Aragon. Ever since she was a child, she forced herself to believe she could have everything. In her mind, yes, she deserved all the love in the world—but when it came to Xavier, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she deserved nothing from him.

"What's the name of the other new clubs?" "Indulgence, Dune... Can't remember the third." I replied. Ardo continued typing, his attention completely focused on the screen. I pulled my drawer open and pulled out my laptop. With Carlo beside me, we started looking up all the info we could get on Orlando Amati. Almost an hour later, Ardo was screaming bloody Mary. We paused and turned to him. When he still didn't speak. Carlo and I rounded the table to view his computer screen, and a picture of the Casonova-looking guy I saw with my wife was staring at us.

"I am sorry to disappoint. This is not a cafe." This- Relax Viv! Relax, she is just doing her job. "I am here to meet someone who works here." "Name?" "Valentino Ivan Morte!" She briefly looked at me and gave me a very judgemental look. "Do you have an appointment?" "No, but-" I was cut off by a very farmiliar voice. "Who is this?" I looked at her but still couldn't put a name to her face and voice. She seemed oddly familiar though. "She wants to meet Mr Morte."

Arman stepped out of his car, the wind ruffling his artificial blonde curls, "Aaaaah, Rosetta Verona." Rosetta brows went up, "So you're now buddies with him?" "Uhuh and who's the pretty friend?" "Get your eyes away from her." Rosetta snarled, "She's taken." Milena walked towards them nonchalantly. "My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna?

Her hand trembled and her breath became shaky, she didn’t know or understand what she was looking at “Experiment 14_ Cole Meyers_ Chimera testing “X” Experiment 06_ Janette McCurdy_ Werejaguar “X” Experiment 03_ Maddie Cult_ Chimera “X” Were they all dead, what do all these mean? Chimera , Kanima? She flipped from page to page and it goes on like that, the teenagers names and another strange name in front of it. some had x and some didn’t? “Experiment 25_ Roman st. Laurent_ Alpha werewolf “X0” Xo? Now she was just getting even more confused, why did her dad have all these? What is he getting his hands into that involved teenagers her age

“That thing doesn’t correct worlds. It consumes outcomes. The more a system diverges, the more interesting it becomes.” Blake exhales slowly. “Why does everything interesting want to kill us?” “Not kill,” she corrects. “Claim.” The word lands heavy. “The Arbiter was a scout,” she continues. “A loud one. Now that Midnight has declared itself sovereign, subtler eyes will turn your way.” Ethan crosses his arms. “And you’re here because…?” “Because I’ve seen this before,” she says quietly. “Worlds that wake up. Worlds that fight back. They don’t fall all at once.”

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

“Maybe you’d like it if it was the blood flowing from your lover’s body? Then I’ll make another incision in his body.” Adara shook her head vigorously. “No! No! Don’t! Please don’t! H-He’s in pain. Don’t torture him anymore. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything. Please stop everything right now.” Hearing that, Arsen smiled happily. Ah, it turns out the plan worked. The threat had made Adara obey. “Smart girl,” said Arsen. He gently stroked the top of her head. “Now, quickly tell me who that woman is. Elissa Atreo. And what does that woman have to do with Dominic? Don’t you dare lie, woman!”