Bucky Barnes X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

“And you are connected by the mindlink, so you’ll never be too far from the other!” Jay sighs heavily as he looks between us. He doesn’t seem to like this idea, but as far as I can tell, he has given in to my request. He nods in defeat before moving over to me and placing his forehead against my shoulder. I offer him a comforting embrace and look over at Bucky. He has a worried look on his face, but for now, I leave it alone. This is worrying for him too. I might hurt him just as much as anyone else, but he is the only one who can help if he can help at all.

~ Runa ~ Their exit forces that tension between Jaxon and I to bubble back to the surface. It is charged, eclectic. As the door clicks shut, I take a bold step closer towards him, my fingers running across the length of the alpha desk, left over scattered maps adorning the furniture. “You’re angry at me.” He grunts out, placing his arms across his shoulder as he prepares for an argument….but I’m not prepared to argue, not anymore. “Actually no…I can see why you did it. I think I would have done the same.”

I snapped, sitting up. "You want to," He hummed. "I imagine what you thought when you stalked my gram page." I gasped. "How on earth... how did you know?!" He laughed a deep rumble. "I have my ways love. You do not want to see me without the clothes? You do not want to run your soft nimble fingers down my chest, you do not want to see the things I could do to you?" I flushed, panting heavily from his words. Who the hell was Xavier Barnes? He hadn't even touched me and there was that yearning low in my belly. Heat pooled in my panties and I sighed.

Chapter 108: Our Baby **Christiana’s POV** I swallowed hard, my throat aching, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you… want it that much?” The question was fragile, trembling in the space between us, almost too delicate to be spoken aloud. Bryan closed his eyes as if my words pierced straight through him. He dragged both hands down his face, fingers digging into his skin like he was trying to hold himself together. When he opened his eyes again, the fury was gone, no longer a raging fire, but embers smouldering beneath something rawer.

I said to him the next day when I had gotten tired of the awkwardness and tension between us. "Oh." He said, looking up from Arya whose hair he was trying to put in ponytail. "Um, it was... it was the most beautiful thing I've ever read. So profound, I even cried while reading it." I chuckled, hiding the fact that I wanted to cry again as I recalled the details of that beautiful piece of writing. "Xander, the truth is I don't know what I want at the moment. There are so many inhibitions to this working out and just like you said, I'm scared."

Jaxon Archer stood there, his lips pulled back into a menacing grin as his oily gaze slid over my body. I saw him reach for me, apparently ignoring the obviously pissed-off dragon at the foot of my bed and the deadly warrior staring daggers at him. I curled in on myself further, gasping as another wave of pain ripped through my body. Bane snapped at his hand, causing Jaxon to pull back and glare at the dragon, who roared at him. "Don't touch me." I managed to stammer out as I tried to catch my breath through the pain. I couldn't help it as I started to tremble with a mixture of the pain currently wracking my body and all the horrible memories of those hands on me. That, however, apparently w

“Sure about that? You look like–” “Shut it! We're late for prom!” I blurt out, glaring daggers at him. The atmosphere feels tight with tension, and every breath I take makes me feel like I'm suffocating despite being in such a big room. I bite hard on my lips, trying to ignore the pooling feeling of anxiety growing within me. Everything about my fantasy is so wrong. Xander's my best friend, and he even has a girlfriend–well, an almost girlfriend. We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship.

That hot headed evil girl must be really rubbing on me. "Xavier....are you there,open the door. Anyone." Bennet bangs on the door. They say revenge is sweet,but I feel more than that. I feel good. (Hehehehe....I just couldn't stop myself from adding an Evil Xavier part. If really feels good. The book is almost coming to an end,almost , we still have some more things to clear out. Stay turned on people, love yal. ADIOS.)

It was a thin, silken strand of hair, pale gold and unmistakably Emily’s, and myy stomach dropped in an instant. “Bastard,” Xander snarled under his breath, but he kept reading. I watched his expression shift. First came rage, and then something colder, helplessness. He crushed the paper in his hand, but the letter still fluttered to the ground. I picked it up before he could stop me,but he didn't seem to mind.

“I haven’t been professional. I haven’t been sincere. I owe you an apology for that.” The room stayed silent. Nobody moved. Xander just sat there, his expression cold and unreadable. He looked like a man watching a bad play. Barnabas reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table. It was almost full, the amber liquid catching the light from the overhead lamps. He grabbed a glass and poured a heavy amount into it. The sound of the liquid hitting the glass was the only noise in the room. “I should punish myself for my behavior,” Barnabas said. He sounded like he was reading from a script.