Black Butler X Reader Novels & Stories

" said Mr. Wolf as he spun around. Black laughed darkly and leaned over to nibble on the breast revealed by the open shirt. Then, he let his hand slide on the young woman's thigh and began to caress her with a calculated slowness. The eyes of the Alpha continued to alternate between the green forest, the red scarlet, and the black abyssal. Bianca might have paid attention to his eyes if she hadn't half lost her mind under his caresses. Black kept the breast tip between his teeth and looked up at her. "Of course, we'll go. You have to eat." Bianca stood up, leaning on her elbows. "I assure you that I don't. I'm one of those creatures who function perfectly well with just coffee in the morning

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

He only opened her door, handed her the coat she’d shrugged off, and said, softly but firmly, “Goodnight, Isla.” She paused, coat draped over her arm, caught off guard by the simplicity of it. No demands. No agenda. Just… goodnight. For a dangerous moment, she almost wanted to invite him in. Instead, she gave him a nod, shut the door behind her, and leaned against it, heart thudding too fast. Because damn it, Lucian Blackwell was learning patience. And that made him all the more dangerous. *** Hey loves! How was the chapter guys? I hope you guys are enjoying it!

We both snuggled up on the bed with Ethan's hand wrapped around me feeling the silence of the moment. “My love. Thank you for everything” “I mean everything”I added and raised my head to peek at his handsome face. “Well.. that's not enough gratitude Mrs Blackwood” Ethan said lackadaisically “What more can I do to show my gratitude” I said with a smile on my face “Nothing much. Just read to me,” Ethan said and handed a book to me. I glanced through the book and saw R18. I immediately knew where this was heading and my cheeks flushed at the thought of it.

“As a lover, no. But as a friend, I love her more than my own life.” “Ouch, Kat,” Purple said dramatically, clutching her chest with a laugh. Katleya smiled faintly—though it was a smile that hid pain. Thankfully, she was facing away, so no one noticed. Meanwhile, Grey and Black were lounging in the living room, watching N*****x. Their position looked almost comical: Grey lay flat on his stomach on the sofa while Black rested sideways on top of him. At first, Grey resisted because it made him uncomfortable, but eventually he gave in to Black’s stubborn persistence.

Never showed mercy. He looks at Kael. Smiles. Missing teeth. "War criminal," he calls. Voice like gravel. "I will make this slow. For the sport." Kael says nothing. His eyes find mine. Gray. Steady. He nods once. I nod back. The signal comes. They shift. Both. Full wolf. Kael is gray. Large. Beautiful. The Butcher is black. Larger. Twisted. Wrong. They circle. The Butcher lunges first. Fast. Too fast. Kael dodges. Barely. Claws rake sand where he stood.

Charlotte said from her bed. "Good morning to you too." I grabbed my towel. "No seriously, did you sleep?" She asked. "I got some sleep." I got up and grabbed my towel. "The dinner was a lot." "Yeah, you texted me Cyrus Blackwood is an actual demon at eleven-thirty and then nothing else." She pulled her knees up. "What happened?" "I'll tell you over coffee." I pushed my feet into my slippers. "You're warm," she said. I stopped. "What?"

Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance. "Lady Balchor," Sir Black’s voice pulled me back to him, his words soft but insistent. I mustered a wry smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside me. "Will you do me the honor of being my hunting partner?" he asked again, his tone carrying a blend of anticipation and vulnerability that tugged at my heart. My gaze drifted to Thrystan, who was pretending not to listen but whose body language told a different story. His smirk, subtle yet infuriating, danced on his lips as if he found amusement in my predicament. It wa

Black said and took my hand tightly, he turned around and led me away from Kenzo, his handheld mine tightly, he walked through the people without even seeing me and saying anything to me, he just let me out of the castle, towards the forest. After a few minutes of walking, he finally turned around and approached me slowly, his hand caressed my cheek, gently and my body, my damn body reacted, it was against my will. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed that moment as if it was an eternity, when he moved away my body missed his warmth his caresses, I opened my eyes and that's when I saw him in front of me, his eyes were dark completely black which gave me the feeling that I was his wolf in contro

If I didn’t do something now, these men were going to hurt me in a way I wasn’t sure I could come back from. “You know how this goes, Anastasia Blackwell,” he sneered in my ear, his breath every bit as foul as I’d imagined. “We’re the Hunter’s and we caught you. Now spread those tanned legs of yours before I do it for you.” “Not …” I rasped, “… gonna happen.”