Bernard The Elf X Reader Novels & Stories

Thus, they created an organization and operated in the shadows, executing missions to find out where the Elves were hiding. Prince Ron was currently reading a book called Fighting Destiny. He especially liked the character Theo who was a handsome elf with the air of nobility and a pro with a bow. Yes, poor Prince Ron had a huge crush on this character. He had already read the book hundreds of times but he always loved to re-read Theo's parts. In fact, he knew some dialogues by heart. Ron was about to read his favourite part of all when the large doors to his room swung open and his sister rushed in with her train of servants who had their heads bowed and quickly stood at corners to avoid the

We would be together. “Whatever you’re thinking… it will never happen, Bastian.”Ellara said, her voice, sad. She had read my mind. How was that possible? “Can you read my mind?” I needed to know. If she could, maybe I could read hers too. Maybe then I could plead for their forgiveness. “No, I can’t.” She pointed at me. And I pointed at myself as well following her lead, dumbfounded. “You have always been an open book, Bastian.”

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

It was picture of a man with talons for nails, hair growing from his cheeks and his eyes were bright red. “Do you see this? Do you see that I’m not wrong” Bernard shook his head as his eyes focused on Jackson’s who was trying to process what he was looking at. “Still doesn’t prove shit, I could get a copy of this right from the internet. I could even make his eyes glow like fireworks if I wanted to” he added with a sarcastic smile before groaning in annoyance and walking towards the door “Then I’ll show you!” Bernard yelled and Jackson stopped abruptly in his steps, “Follow me” Bernard gesticulated towards the door and Jackson stepped back for him to take the lead.

Brinn pursed her lips. "Before you lie, I know you are not ill. Your doctor friend admitted as much after a tad bit of torture. Do not blame him too much. He wasn't the one I was torturing." Xander gave a wicked grin that made Brinn's stomach churn. "I do not want to go!" the elf pulled the covers up over her shoulders to shield her body from the man's gaze. "I am sad that you will not so easily support your brother, but I thought you might feel that way. Fear not, I have a solution!" Xander stood and held the merpearl directly in front of Alvar's face.

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”

"Finish your purpose." Terren’s body was suddenly jerked upright like a puppet. His eyes turned violet, and he let out a bone-chilling howl—the howl of a wolf whose soul had been replaced by a demon. He lunged at Audrey, his claws extended. "ELARA, GO!" Audrey screamed, throwing the diary toward her. "GET THE BOOK TO THE ALTAR!"

As I read, I love that they share their imaginations and laughter with me. After I had closed the book, Bernard says, "Miss Emma, can we call you Mama?" "Why?" I ask, wanting to know if he knows I am truly their mother. He wipes his nose. "Because we like you. You always take care of us like a Mama." I feel a sweet nudge in my heart. "You can call me anything you want, Bernard. You should get some sleep." I reduce the brightness of the golden lamp and shut the door after kissing them goodnight.

“Raven Wood and your grandfather can do what they like to that pack.” Eyes widening, I stare at Bernard in disbelief. Was he really saying such things? I knew that Bernard was a selfish bastard who didn’t do well with not getting his way, but he was loyal to his pack. So why was he… “You’re not Bernard,” I whisper, realization dawning. “Who the hell are you?” “Aw,” the Bernard look alike pouts, clearly annoyed that his game of make believe was over. “You realized too quickly.” “Who are you?” I repeat. “And what are you planning?”

[katalina] I’m with Hunter now. We’re taking the route back home. My body is aching like I’ve been hazed by a fraternity. On our way home, Hunter was so serious on the road. He won’t believe me when I confessed that Bernard was just a fictional character in the book I was reading before. He didn’t know about my past. Nor he deserves to know. Of course, prior to I became a researcher and writer in one, reading pocket novels are my pastime. It helps me to escape the cruel world.