Brahms Heelshire X Reader Novels & Stories

I nod, "My name is Heather Scott, I'm Jimmy's wife. Jim Scott, number forty-eight." As if I fucking know who that is. I make a 'ohhh' noise and nod a lot. "You're Bramsy's girl, right? We love him so much. They're just roughing him up a little," she says with a southern American accent and waves the abuse off like it's nothing. Like Bram is not literally begging them to stop right now, while they're still pushing him from one Seagull to the next, "It's so nice to finally meet you. We've been talking about you since your daddy’s gala. We've been so excited. Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."

The castle was open. "You want to know how I feel?" Brian panted, his voice so gentle that it was almost swept away by the wind. He stepped the final step forward, bridging the gap between them. He was so close to Davidson that he could feel the heat of his skin, and could notice the trembling in his hand as he raised it.".

“Well when you say it like that, it sounds terrible.” “It is terrible,” Rixa shot back. The healer didn’t turn around as he spoke. “We’re close.” The trees around us grew thicker. Shadows stretched across the ground like long black fingers. My pulse started picking up. This was it. “We’re going to meet Damien,” the healer said calmly. Rixa nodded once. “I’ll lure him out.” The healer finally stopped walking and turned toward her. “Do you know what you’re going to say?” Rixa’s mouth curved into a humorless smile. “Oh, I know exactly what to say.”

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings “Fuck, Heath,” Rhett’s muttered complaint was half-hearted and followed by a smothered moan. “Oh…” The mattress moved as he rolled onto his back complaint with Heath’s seduction. Aislen felt the blankets lift, letting in cold air, as Heath rolled to cover his mate and slid down Rhett’s body, nipping and kissing along his torso.

He snapped and I immediately looked at him. "I apologize, my highness." "Is this your book?" He repeated, and I nodded involuntarily. "I can't believe I met a woman who is pursuing to be a physician." He chuckled and handed me my book. I took the book with shaky hands. "I'm Rhyker, well you already know me." He smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Hemilia." I said while holding my book tightly. "Aren't you going to shake my hand?" He asked playfully and I gasped, I shook hands with him, with my sweaty hands. I'm ashamed.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

she asked, then turned to Bella to check if she was hurt. Realizing that her little performance hadn’t had the desired effect, Bella, unwilling to give up, held out her arm, which was somehow already bruised. “Sister, it’s fine. I’m not hurt; it doesn’t matter,” she said with a falsely brave smile. I rolled my eyes. After all, I had been in this house for twenty years, and everyone here knew I wasn’t the type to stir up trouble. Apart from occasionally teasing Percy, I couldn’t even be bothered to look at people I had no business with.

Until her breasts, hard and aching, made Ansel bit his lip. “Show me what you can do.” That was the tone of an Alpha to his Healer, and Shiera didn’t frown or object a bit. Ansel's attention went right to the feminine, clever fingers that slowly crawl to his proud length. He let out a low snarl of approval, and Sheira bit her bottom lip as she removed her eyes from his. The Alpha's mouth went dry, and he dragged his gaze up from her navel to her huge firm breasts—