Blue Lock X Male Reader Novels & Stories

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room. "I take it my car is still in one piece, Sapphira?" He asked, a slight glimmer in his eye as he chalked his cue. "Yes, Beta. Thank you." She blushed, feeling several eyes turn on her as she dipped her head and handed him the keys. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in here." Gamma Brandon smirked, taking a swig from his drink. "Not one for social gatherings, Sapphira?" The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

The ice had started to melt, diluting the edges of it. “He doesn’t want me,” I said. The words felt like swallowing glass, but I’d had enough practice. “And he’s not my mate… what if he finds his mate?” “Men who don’t want women don’t look at them the way he was looking at you when you walked through that living room,” Cat said simply. “And we all know Nathan is wordless don’t worry” I didn’t respond to that. I didn’t have anything left to say that wouldn’t either embarrass me or break something open that I wasn’t ready to deal with tonight.

she said. "From the look on his face, he would," I said, clutching a pillow. "And the worst part is, he had bodyguards, Bluey. Expensive-looking ones. I think he’s rich. He might even be someone powerful.” "Are you for real?" “Wait… do you think he’s a werewolf too?" Bluey asked, her face now turning serious. "No... he’s not just a werewolf. He’s a Lycan” “Oh Goddess…”Bluey exclaimed.

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”

As if yelling at him that he doesn’t belong here. “Calm down. You are still on your planet just in my realm instead of your own.” He hears a musical voice. Turning his head, He sees the male looking at him. A small gasp leaves his mouth as he finally gets a full look of the male’s face. His eyes are a pale blue color as if the male is blind. Is this guy reading my mind? Hascal thinks to himself as he watches a smile spread on the guy’s face. The male turns his head back out towards the knoll letting Hascal breathe a sigh of relief. The males gaze on him was very unnerving to say the least. Not to mention how unnerving his presents is. Especially when his focus is directed on him alone.

Hot liquid occupies the space between us, and after a few hard thrusts, I feel myself reaching the edge and blowing another load inside of him. Our breathing was ragged as we finished, staring into one another’s eyes, and I knew right then and there that I didn’t want this with anyone else. Not another guy, not another chick. I am in love with Liam Marsh, and it fucking terrified me.

"Let's just say my new stepfather is a man with rather shady businesses. And my stepbrother... well, he thinks he owns everything that breathes in here." "I'm not scared of guys with a God complex, Luke," Logan took a step closer, his shoulder brushing against his in a deliberate way that exposed the base of his neck for a second, revealing the hickey under his shirt. "I'm more interested in the guy who dares to challenge them." Luke smiled with cynicism, feeling how the adrenaline of the game was starting to rush through his veins. "I'm glad to hear that, Logan," Luke said, pushing the large wooden door open. "Come in."

Ignoring the game and paying more attention to my phone, I don’t see someone take Lyra’s lounger until it’s too late. Bad boy number three with his tattooed body and dark hair lays out dramatically on the lounge chair. A sigh huffing from his lips, arms folded under his head, ankles crossed. “Not many can say no to Silas and Stryker.” I regret meeting his eyes. Such deep vivid blue eyes. “Well, I’m not easily impressed like my friends. I’m also not a people person.” Can he take a hint?