Brahms Heelshire X Reader Novels & Stories

Brian's face brightened, and he took her hand as they made their way towards a back door. Finding solace near the pool, they settled at the edge. The woman, dressed in an elegant black bodycon dress with long sleeves, lifted the hem slightly to dip her leg into the pool, refreshing herself. Removing her hat and glasses, she let her luscious hair cascade down her shoulders, revealing her face. It was Rosa. Feeling the chill in the air, Rosa turned to Brian, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "It's quite cold, isn't it? Would you like to join me?"

He wore a black shirt which suited his light skin so well. Herald was huge even though he was sitting, his back was stud and sexy. My eyes trailed up his neck until it reached his well-styled curly hair, he was like an angel who dropped from the sky. “Are you deaf?” Another deep voice that brought me out of admiring his beauty came into my ears. He didn't shout and he didn't use force but I could still feel the Alpha aura he exuded. “I...I came because of Ameerah. Herald, she would never do that. She would never forget the result, she loves me and the kids. The doctor is...”

She liked the red light and it was making her feel dangerous. “Come here.” Caleb almost grabbed her neck but she moved away with a smile. And then,She unclasped her bra and then shimmied her panties down her thick thighs. She stood naked in the red room. The red light cast shadows over her body’s creases and curves. Caleb watched her smooth body with the desire to have her. To claim her and to Mark her. He never stopped his brothers from touching her but he always hated it.

He gazes upon me with black eyes and cool demeanor. “How do I know you are a true healer? For all I know, the rumors of you being human could be real!” Rumors? Didn’t know there were rumors about me. That is a bit unsettling. I was done with this a**hat’s attitude. I stomp over to him and grab his hand and squeeze tight. A small glow of light came from our connection, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I close my eyes and search for a simple gray cloud. As much as I don’t want to heal anything from this b*stard, I guess I have to prove my integrity just for face sake. I find a small gray bubble towards the back of his realm and look inside. I see a battle going on and he is fighting a rog

She also carried a broom and a dustpan to clean up after the client that had just left the shop. "Bianca Hawks," she said as normally as she could. "She wanted an appointment with you tomorrow." "I love that girl," Shelby grinned. "And her boyfriend. Holy hell is he a fine piece of ass! He's got that dangerous thing goin' on too, ya know, since he's a member of Heaven Hill." Christine played dumb, but there was a part of her that wondered what Shelby would think if she told her that Jagger was her brother. "I've heard that."

In a world where I wasn’t this broken. *** Welcome to Season 2 of The Heiress and the Four Brothers~ 01102025, Anne Joyce

For the first time since I’d clawed my way out of that burning betrayal, I didn’t feel haunted. I felt ready. But before we could take another step, a howl echoed across the cliffs. Low, guttural, familiar—and angry. Damien stiffened. “That came from the west.” I narrowed my eyes. “No one’s supposed to be here. No pack, no clans…” Then a second howl joined the first—one I knew. Rhea. And she was crying for help.

“Aislen, the lube is over near Heath.” Aislen blinked, back in her own head. One hand cupped her breast, whilst the other was between her legs. “Hmph,” she huffed a laugh at herself. “Fucking hell.” She rounded the bed to where Heath was tied and nipped his arse cheek as she retrieved it from between his feet, causing him to jerk and clench in surprise. “Mean,” Heath laughed down at her. “You could use your mouth on the other side, though? I’m aching watching Talen tease Rhett.”

My hands felt clammy, my heart refusing to slow down even for a bit. "Shit," Bryant hissed, though he still looked maddeningly calm as he pulled his gray henley back over his head. He looked at me, his eyes dark and satisfied, and then he stiffened, eyes widening. "Sheila, your lip." I dove for his dresser mirror, my stomach dropping. There, right on my lower lip, was a blooming, violent shade of purple—a hickey that screamed branded. "Bryant! You jerk, you should have been more careful!"