Novel & Cerita Cillian Murphy X Reader

I feel a chill down my spine as Theodore takes one step forward, and Killian introduces us. “Theo, this is Everly, your fiancé”, he says, and I feel like my world has been turned upside down. My eyes go wide open as he doesn’t even smile. He looks at me as if he hates me, his eyes dark and full of emotions I can’t understand what they are. I am not very good at reading people as I have always lived a very shielded life. Yes, I went to university, but I have a lot of security. My social life was almost inexistent.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

Felza laughed out loud, “What a surprise? Most people hate books like this. What's your favorite?” I pressed my lips together, avoiding her gaze, “Well, the one you're reading right now.” I lied again, thinking of the next words to say, “I don't really have a favorite, but I enjoyed that book while reading.” “Killian is my favorite character.” She smiled, placing the book on the table, “It's like only I could understand what he's been passing through. I like his interaction with glydon, and the fact that it was a college romance made it even better.”

"Can I see that?" Céline asked, stretching out her hand. Her aunt closed the newspaper and handed it over to her. Céline took it from her aunt and flipped the pages looking for the news on Damien. It was not hard to find. On the top of the page where it was, boldly written. "DAMIEN CULHANE, IN SEARCH OF A WIFE!" She chuckled, amused by such a title. She quickly read through, getting more interested with every word she read. Céline finished scanning the page and handed the magazine to her aunt with newfound excitement.

The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started. He's right, I'm not. There's no way I'm going to go through the process of separating a mate bond, which Cian tried to convince me wouldn't be painful, but I hardly believe him. Not without knowing in my mind what I actually want. I haven't given Noah a chance, so I've come here hoping this Gaze Reader will look into my eyes and tell me what I really want. Cian doesn't know this yet...I know he wouldn't agree.

Everyone paid and our beautiful couple got their HEA. Want to take this place to give special thanks to some of the best readers I have. My constants, my support, my bridge in hot water, my shield and sword— Analu Gavica, Debsue (Debbie Gall), Taliha Hoque, and Manjusha (someone I met recently through Ex-wife book). Thank you so much, guy. You made me want to finish this book. Without your constant messages, I wouldn't have known this book was being read. Because obviously not being able to update frequently made this book not get recognized. Well, I'll always be regretful for not being consistent. But still I'm happy. Not today, maybe one day Kyle and Jasmine will have more people witnessin

1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

I felt his energy pushing back immediately against my hand. Cillian’s broad chest took a sudden, incredibly deep breath. The thick muscles under my hand tensed. His head shifted slightly on the silk pillow. His dark, sweat-dampened eyebrows pulled together in a tight, concentrated frown. His dry, cracked lips parted. I stopped breathing entirely. I leaned closer to him, my heart hammering in anticipation. His golden eyes had not yet opened. But his throat worked, the muscles swallowing dryly, and his voice finally broke through the heavy silence. It was incredibly rough, a deep, raspy, broken whisper that sounded like it had been buried under a mountain of rocks for a thousand years.

I said carefully. Am I hacking into the World Bank or something? "You will," Xavier replied, gaze unwavering. "So, Raven... are you sure you can do this?" "My name's Emily," I corrected, but he tilted his head slightly, ignoring that too. He wasn’t even that close to me—but close enough for his cologne to flood my senses. I half-expected him to grab me and kiss me, like last time. A part of me wanted him to.But when he didn’t, I hesitated.

Cillian nods and I raise my head to see Raphael and Jenna enter the dining room, as if noticing me he turns his head in my direction, giving me a once over, he looks away. “Looks like the weather is going to keep being gloomy today” Cillian sighed before turning to his meal. “What do you mean?” I asked confused. “Weather boy is pissed, so are the skies” Cillian replied and rather elegantly cut his steak. “He can control the weather?” I was surprised. “An odd creature he is, probably just a blessed human” Cillian shrugged and raised his fork to his lips. “Eat, dhampirs need their strength” he urges me and though I know he is trying to annoy me I ignore his taunts, as I slurp the noodles, Cill