Cecil Stedman X Reader Novels & Stories

Ember tensed beside her, looking atCecil with pity. Cecil exhaled slowly, her small shoulders sagging slightly. For the first time in minutes, Piper could read her, the alarm, fear, and exhaustion rolled together in one fragile human form. She was shaking visibly. Piper stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Cecil, talk to us, What happened?” Cecil’s eyes flicked past them again, frantic, as if she expected someone to appear any second. Her hands trembled when she lifted them, pressing her palms together like she was trying to hold herself in one piece.

"Rachel, why do I feel like half the dishes on this table are your favorites? Are things between you and Mr. Hunt progressing that fast? Does he already know what you like?" Rachel's cheeks flushed under Cecilia's teasing. "Would you shut up and eat already? Look at Tyler. Does he seem like the type who'd spend his precious brain power figuring out my preferences?" Cecilia rolled her eyes. "Don't sell yourself short. You're not exactly lacking." Rachel just figured that Cecilia had been reading too many romance webnovels lately. The meal was going smoothly—until an uninvited guest arrived.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Could it really be him? Cecil chortled mockingly before saying, “Very well, then. I want to see how you are going to prove that you’re that person. You want to bet, right? I’ll be the first person to put down the stakes! I’m looking forward to seeing how a brat like you is going to swallow the four major overlords of the South River District!” After that, Cecil looked at Philip and Theo with a taunting look before waving his hand and leaving the lobby with his men.

Cecil came out of her room looking ghostly white and stuttered, "I... I had put that note in a notebook, but now I can't find the notebook anywhere." Her words only added to the ridiculousness of the situation. Stanley furrowed his brows and glanced at Zara, who barely managed a weak smile. Yosef's face remained blank. Desperate to show that the notebook was real and not made up, Cecil said, "Zara, you've seen my blue notebook, the one with my name on it. You even laughed at me for writing my name on it just like we did in school. Remember?"

“You are second to none Violet and you’re fucking mine. Don’t ever compare yourself with Skye. She’s not the one who gets my dick hard, you are. She’s not the one I’m about to fuck senseless, you are. And she most definitely isn’t the one I’m mated to. You are. All she is to me is a friend and nothing more.” His words were a sweet nectar, caressing my skin softly like a feather yet firmly. For the second time pleasure over took my senses. I was cumming from just his words. No further questions needed to be answered, it was all clear to me now. He was clear to me. Cecil lifted my leg and held it up high so that I was standing on one and my weight was supported by him. He stared into my eyes,

Still it didn't stop me from hating him. I returned back to the book and was surprised even more, Elizabeth described sex with Xander as making love but enjoys Damon thrusting better. This woman! I can't believe she is still the Elizabeth at the mansion or all this we're just lies to ridicule her person. Well... You don't full know a person until you read a book about her.

But never again. “Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down. I’ll answer your questions,” Cecile’s voice rang out as she stepped into the spotlight. “I’m Cecile Damian, one of the major investors in Star Agency.” -- Xander’s POV -- “What the hell?” I muttered under my breath the moment I heard her voice. Cecile Damian. Standing in front of the reporters. Confident. Bold. Speaking as if she had every right to be there, which, unfortunately, she did.

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

Alexia kept her cool, " You will do no such thing. It's been what? Five years, and you're still pining for my son. He might have done you wrong in the past, but with this stinky attitude, I don't blame him too much." Cecil grew angry. She hated the fact that Stiles was getting his life together, and it seemed like his relationship was about to pivot for good. " I will expose all your husband's dirty secrets." Alexia's cold eyes bore into hers and she recoiled. " So, keep your distance from me, my son, and this pack for your good. Do I make myself clear?" Alexia replied with a smile that could freeze the artic region. " You go about oppressing people. One of these days, nemesis will catch up