Brahms Heelshire X Reader Novels & Stories

it's far worse than worst. A horror story, maybe? I grip the sheets tightly as I felt the skin beneath me, the way this particular pillow rise and fall, really creeps me out. Oh. It's not actually a pillow, because it's fleshy and hairy. It's a chest of the guy with whom I slept with. I bit my hand to avoid screaming bloody murder. I catch my breath, exerting much effort to pull myself away from his death grip. I am very much aware that I'm naked and so is he...geez

I said, hanging up. I stepped into the hallway and backed up against the wall painfully. My heart thumped hard, and my breath suddenly hitched. It feels like I am about to have a panic attack. It's the Alpha's girlfriend, Gemma. I can't get over her cruel push the first time we met. It twisted my guts a bit too much. "She is the healer?" She yelled out to the ladies behind her. All the while, my eyes was glued to the poor lady between her thighs whose hair she pulled at painfully. I winced on her behalf. She has sweat beads on her forehead, and her limbs seem pretty weak.

RHEA “Get on the floor. On your knees,” Damien orders. “Ass up. Crawl. I’ll put the collar on for you. Yes?” My heart slams against my ribs. “Yes, husband.” I slide off the bed slowly, letting him watch every inch of me as I lower myself to the floor. The carpet is soft under my palms and knees, but it does nothing to cool the fire under my skin. I’m still in nothing but the red lace bra, thong, and garters. The thong is soaked through, clinging obscenely to my swollen pussy lips. My nipples strain against the lace, hard and aching from his earlier teasing.

BRAM: I’m your bodyguard, not your driver. “Oh, you’re so full of yourself,” I growled, before waving over one of the guards nearby. “Drive.” I slid into the backseat next to Bram, the silence between us so thick it could’ve been another passenger. “You know,” I muttered, crossing my legs and looking away, “it wouldn’t kill you to act human.” He didn’t bite. He never did. The car pulled out of the estate gates, and the city lights slowly swallowed us whole. We reached Xtello Club just past ten.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

He slammed into her harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside her. She couldn’t answer—lost in the overwhelming pleasure, her mind completely blank, only broken moans spilling from her lips as her hips jerked up to meet every brutal thrust. Xavier’s eyes darkened. He reared back and brought his palm down hard on the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The loud, sharp smack cracked through the room. The sting bloomed hot across her skin, but Hazel didn’t care—she only moaned louder, her pussy clenching greedily around him, chasing the brutal pleasure.

I won’t give up and I won’t hesitate to slit the person’s throat when I sees him. Now I am the Only Succesful heir. I have a twin brother, Xavier. Xavier was born short sighted and a sickler. As a child, he was always falling sick. His second home is the hospital. Xavier’s vision is only clear sometimes but most times, he can’t see anything. This made me him to be home schooled. He also plays the piano and he is very good in it. He stays in the family’s mansion with my grandfather. I could hear the sound of an instrument playing as I climbed the stairs and I knew at once that it is Xavier. I headed to my grandfather’s room and knocked the door. There was no reply so I entered and the room wa

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived

He stepped smoothly in front of Maya, completely shielding her from her mother’s gaze. "Cross," Julian said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Draw your weapon. If these three are not off my property in ten seconds, shoot them in the chest." Cross didn't hesitate. The distinctive *clack* of his handgun being chambered echoed sharply off the marble walls. The two board members flinched, stepping back in genuine terror. But Eleanor didn't move. Her painted red lips curved into a triumphant, predatory smile. "You can't shoot me, Julian," Eleanor purred, casually opening her designer clutch. She pulled out a thick, legally sealed document bearing the official watermark of the European Medical Regist