Cillian Murphy X Reader Novels & Stories

EMILY'S POV For a second, I could breathe well because I actually thought I was dreaming right now. I mean, how could Liam be reading my novel. My hands itched, and I decided to take a stroll towards what he was reading, my mouth fell open when I saw he also dropped a comment on almost every chapter, and not only that, the account he was using was actually my best reader. He has been following my books for the past six years and yet I didn't even pay more attention to him because I thought guys aren't the type to get invested in online novels.

A shameful pity party for one. I wished for the strength that some girls have. I want to be able to stand up, brush the dust from my shoulders and tell the world I don’t care. I can’t. It crushes me knowing that Cillian promised me so much adoration and yet on his return, I was not even a brief consideration. When he returns again, I still do not leave my room. I hear on the grapevine from Leona and Naomi as they return sweaty and dishevelled from Warrior training that he has been to see Beta Tange. Cillian and Franz went as part of investigating the murders.

Everyone’s eyes are now on her but she’s only interested in one pair of eyes. Cillian’s. I may be the one seated next to her, at an arm’s length, but it’s not me she seeks out. I may be the one giving her the hybrid blood that helps her manage her wolf-surfacing symptoms. But I’m not the one she needs to fill her heart. My blood may be running in her veins, but I’m not the one that gives her life. “That doesn’t seem like ‘just friends’ to me. You were awfully too intimate to be ‘just friends’ in that video.” Cillian spits out his words, sounding bitter and scorned.

He spat angrily while turning to the wall of windows overlooking a spectacular view of Bloomcrest. Cole noticed his muscles releasing as if he realized he had no right to call Claire his wife or react so angrily over the article. "I'm glad you realized the woman in the pictures is not your wife any more. She is free to meet whoever she wants. But yeah, I must say this is going to create complications if that man is indeed Tyler." "That is Tyler the fucking Murphy in the pictures. I can recognize him from a thousand miles away." Hunter whirled around again to get his phone.

Lily screamed instantly closing the book like she was caught red handed selling black money. Cyril raised his eyebrows at her weird reaction, he already had read a few lines and as expected his little innocent Ana was filling her freaky kinks by reading some words laid on the mere paper, Cyril found them interesting but they weren't enough to get him high like her one innocent seductive gaze was. He wondered if he did everything the fucker in the book was doing to his woman, how will she react?

"I’m auditing a Copyright Infringement. You two aren't supposed to be here. You’re 'fictional assets' in a 'real' space. That creates a Reality Deficit. And the only way to balance the books is for the Reader to take your place in the Archive." The horror of the statement hit the room like a physical blow. To keep Julian and Clara in the real world, You would have to be pulled back into the story. You would become the "Character." You would be the one trapped in the London Library, the one hunted by the Auditor, while they lived your life. "No," Julian said, stepping between Vivienne and you. "That wasn't the deal." "It’s the only deal that clears the debt, Julian," Vivienne countered. "A li

“You’re back?” “Mm.” Sheila ignored Jocelyn’s gaze, exchanging sweet, tender glances with Killian. As she walked closer, she looked at the thick book in his hand. “What are you reading?” Killian showed her the book cover. “Just trying to pass the time while waiting for you to come back.” “Didn’t you see my message?” “Huh?” Killian picked up his phone, which had been face down on the table, and glanced at it. “Haven’t received it yet. The network isn’t good here.”

The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!

“God, I miss my phone. I’d reread the steamy parts right now. But experiencing them? Way better, even if this body’s got me horny 24/7.” The words tumble out in a hushed ramble, my playful side surfacing as I dissect the story like a fangirl forum post. “Ardyn’s possessiveness is spot-on, but Kaelen’s softer with me now. Is that because I’m not the real Cillian? Or am I rewriting their hearts?” I sigh, shifting, and wince at the lingering stretch in my ass. “Either way, if I don’t get back to my world, I’m stuck as the male lead in my favorite BL smut. Not the worst fate, but... who am I kidding? It’s awesome. Just gotta avoid the bad end where Cillian’s betrayed.”

"Would you finally allow me see a picture of her? She has to be something extraordinary to have been able to capture your eyes. Bless my eyes, dear–" "Are you jobless?" Cillian interrupted, finally looking up from the file to glare at his friend. "Otherwise, I don't understand why you're here spouting nonsense." Rourke chuckled and sat back. "You know, it's rare for you to be this defensive. Not once have you shown me her picture." Scoffing, he added. "Here you are being all possessive and jealous yet you say you don't feel anything for her. What a clown." Cillian did not respond. Instead, he simply continued his work, silently wishing his friend would leave soon.