Brahms Heelshire X Reader の小説・ストーリー

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

Brahim climbed on top of Karla who was lying on her back on the bed, wearing her underwear while he had his abs exposed. He kissed her fiercely and his hands explored the depths of her body. However, there was a small problem, Brahim could not turn on his libido. The reason: she was not the woman he wanted in his bed. Karla was beautiful and an expert in lustful pleasures, but she was still not enough for the mobster, and she lacked the touch of the forbidden. He did not want pleasure, he wanted Bethany.

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.

Alex looked uncomfortable — he knew her too well Evelyn smiled, victorious, until a waiter approached with a small velvet box. "A package for you Miss Hale." She opened it absently — then froze. Inside lay a broken silver pendant, its jagged edge gleaming beneath the chandelier light. Her breath caught. She knew that shape, that tiny engraving — she'd given the other half to Kate years ago. For a heartbeat, the room spun. Laughter faded into a hum. Evelyn forced her fingers to close the box, her smile never faltering.

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.

Alexandria Bryce’s lips quirked. "I don't give a fuck how many keys you have." I held my breath and rebuttal as Bryce turned, leaving me alone in Chelsea's room. His last words, his menacing cold stare, fueled the rush of adrenaline flooding my system. Still standing, I reached for my own hands, gripped the large diamond, and tried to make sense of the shaking. I squeezed my hands in an effort to quiet the trembling, but as it registered, I realized it was no longer contained to my hands but racking my entire body, making my knees increasingly weak.

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.

She said in the text. I took a deep breath after reading it. I don't know if our plan works but I will do my best to act like I am willing to sleep with her. I can make her sleep with the pills I brought. I have champagne here. We can have a drink first before we started it like the hell I will go to do it. I hop off from my car and drag my feet to the old building. I was one meter away from my car when I saw Cassandra, a guy the same height as mine holding Austin. I guess he was her husband. I calm myself and act brave.

“Tell Damien to keep decoding. Every record, every fund, every hidden ledger. When we’re done, the truth won’t just defend us—it’ll define us.” Athens - Temporary Clinic A single bandage crossed Adrian’s temple; monitors hissed faintly above him. He lay half‑awake, listening to the muted rhythm of rain and machines. Hale sat nearby, still running surface scans from a small terminal. “You bought them time,” Hale murmured. “Doesn’t look like Charlotte expected you to survive it.” “She never does,” Adrian said, voice low, steady. “But she’ll change tactics now, she always does when the ghosts start screaming.”