Carl Grimes X Reader Novels & Stories

Carl sat down next to him, his dick waving about, with Titania coiled ready on the other side. "Hey Jim." Carl grinned smugly. "Hey Carl," Jim said resignedly. "How's it going?" "Quiet over there." Alvarez called over at them. Carl kept grinning at him for a moment, then fished out his copy of Frankenstein from his bag. Jim knew it was only a matter of time. He stared fixedly ahead, trying to will his peripheral vision to turn off. It was hopeless. No matter how he tried to focus on the lesson, he was too keyed up for the madness to begin.

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Her first reaction was to take charge and check his wound: "You're bleeding. Calm down, listen to me." Carl stopped what he was doing because of her concern. Amelia looked up, then pressed her lips to the back of his hand and said softly, "I didn't want to make you mad. You have no idea how much medicine I used out there just to make you better." Carl's pupils shrank a little, like he realized something. He loosened his grip. The spot where she kissed him felt kind of hot. He'd never felt that way before. "You..." Carl suddenly went from a boy to a man. The only time he had a chance to experience something like this was when he met the Nightmare Fiend in Morrison Hollow. Back then, he really

I smirk as I press the end to his exposed heart, sending jolts of pain through his body as he screams. Screaming in my presence won’t save you from the inevitable. Some would say I give a shit about Gianna. I don’t, but none shall come for what’s mine and live to tell the tale. Carl is all but dead by the time I’m done, yet I need the information he can no longer give me. Before he takes his last breath, I need to read his mind. I hand the cattle prod to Josh, and he takes it. I then place my hands on either side of Carl’s head, calling on my vampiric powers.

he says with a chuckle. Jessica slaps his arm looking at his with a scowl as Carrie and I burst out laughing. “Does it say anything about Carrie?” I ask now wanting to know what I can find out. “There is a chapter on a healing wolf, that you should read,” Carleton says pushing the book towards us. “Why is that?” Carrie asks.

I took a moment to look away from the erotical book I was reading. My imagination was spiralling fast again, I could already feel warm heat pooling between my legs. Yet, I wouldn’t stop reading these erotic novels because it was the only way I could pretend I was with Jeremy Carter, my high school obsession—the very emotionally distant god of Summer High, who had all the hot girls at his beck and call. My thoughts were spinning fast as usual, and I was just about dipping a finger in my virgin cunt while pretending it was Jeremy doing those things to me, when my best friend's voice sounded through the hallway.

Not one to be left out, I crawl beside her, taking one of her breasts in my mouth. I love my mate’s tits. Always have. Full and round, firm and irresistible even after all these years. Carl’s fingers pump into her, fast and relentless, the obscene wet sounds only fueling my own arousal. Her moans turn desperate, her body tensing beneath us, so close to the edge. But just before she can fall, Carl moves in a flash, using his wolf speed—one second he's between her thighs, the next he’s kneeling, thrusting deep inside her, his fangs sinking into her neck.

“I can’t resist it.” In one fluid motion, his canines retracted. His eyes stayed gold, burning and hungry, as he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. One hand pinned my wrist above my head. The other slid down my chest, over my stomach, lower… “Ah!…” The sound escaped me before I could stop it. His hand found my cock through my pants, and I whimpered. Karl grabbed my free hand and pressed it against the hard cock straining against his pants. His fingers wrapped around mine, guiding the movement… slow, deliberate strokes that made my head spin.

Axel let out a low groan, his fingers threading lightly through her curls, but his eyes stayed locked on me the entire time. I stood frozen, robe clutched tight, unable to tear my eyes away. Every slow slide of her mouth, the way her cheeks hollowed, the soft moan she made when he hit the back of her throat – it was filthy. And it was turning me on more than I wanted to admit. My clit throbbed in time with her movements. I could feel my own arousal coating my own body respond with shameful eagerness, the black lace panties already soaked and clinging. Zara hummed around his cock in agreement, the vibration making Axel’s hips twitch. She worked him faster, one hand stroking what her mouth cou