Black Butler X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m hungry.” The stark admission hung in the sterile air. It was not a plea. It was a fact, as unvarnished and true as the silver in her blood. She saw the minute calculations happening behind his dark eyes. A hungry wolf was an unpredictable wolf. A hungry wolf who showed no fear in an alpha’s territory was something else entirely. To her utter shock, Dante Blackwood turned on his heel and walked toward the open-plan kitchen, a space of sleek black cabinets and cold steel. “There’s food in the refrigerator,” he said, his back to her. “Eat. Then you will leave.”

Tyler find her. Three men who are eager to freely use her pussy, her mouth, and her asshole. She's going to be enjoying all three of them at once. * * * Ms. Waters I put the book back, deep into the stacks. I was surrounded by my books when Mr. Tyler appeared before me. The Black history teacher was already unzipping to pull out his cock. He had a big grin on his face. A huge shiver shot through me as he drew out his big, Black dick. It thrust out before me. It was an ebony slab that made my slutty cunt so wet. I whimpered in delight, pushing up my glasses I put back the final book and advanced on him.

Thank God I’m not underdressed. The car slows at the entrance, and before I can process the fact that we’ve arrived, the chauffeur is already stepping out, opening the door with practiced ease. Serena is out first, full of energy, already talking about how starving she is. I follow, smoothing my skirt instinctively, and then Soren steps out beside me. And it hits me….sharp and inconvenient. This isn’t Mr. Blackwell today. This is Serena’s dad. Somehow, that’s more unsettling.

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

"Calm down, Jaena. Ella won't do that. You're her best friend, she wouldn't go to such lengths just to destroy you." I seethed even more as I listened to Black and Jaena's conversation. Best friend, he said? Is there a best friend who takes her own best friend's lover? Of course there isn't. I was getting furious. Hearing Black trying to calm Jaena down was sickening. The sound of approaching steps snapped me out of my thoughts. Damn, looks like Black knows I'm here. It's like he can smell my scent. I'm trying not to send him any signals right now.

Her pair of round, grey eyes immediately widened wide, staring at the tall, towering figure now standing right a few centimeters in front of her. It was not Evander's facial structure full of a mischievous smirk that she found under the dim table lamp, but a stern face, a jaw tightening hard, with a pair of ice-cold grey eyes emitting a flash of absolute authority belonging to the ruler of the mansion. Lucien Blackthorne was standing there in a messy work shirt without a tie, staring straight into Isolde's pupils with an utterly dark gaze—a gaze fraught with boiling wild passion mixed with great anger upon finding that his little prey was actually waiting for another man's arrival inside her

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.

His hand slapped onto mine, guiding me. And I ordered, “Hands behind your head, Alpha. I don’t trust them.” In a painful grunt, he grabbed the back of his head and his hips raised up to feel more of my palms as my hands grazed that bulging tower. “Good boy…,” I finally smiled. This huge and mighty Alpha, Hunter Black, is my little pet now. Mine to control. Mine to take… whenever I want, wherever the fuck I want. “Am…,” he was tensing up for another huge one, his throat arching with fervour, “AMBER!”

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.