Cole Walter X Reader Novels & Stories

"I'll ask first, since it's a manly thing to do...nothing that a bastard would... Do you want me... to take you again I mean?" Without thought, Celia nodded. "Y-Yes...please do." **** *** A/N// Celia is such a god damn whore for Xavier... Anywho, it's seems Xavier's wolf really is different from others...what the f*ck? For what it's worth, the damn beast thinks that Celia is hot... (so sad that he doesn't think that about me) ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Xavier starts to panic, Cole gets up and walks to the scared brunette. "We need to go." Cole whispers. "How?" Xavier questions. Cole signals towards the window. "It's broken." Xavier adds. Cole looks around Xavier's room. He walks up to a chair which is in the corner. "What are you doing?" Xavier asks, scared but curious. "Just wait and see." Cole says with a cheeky smile. He holds the chair to his body, the legs of the chair facing outwards. Xavier was attracted to the badass nature of Cole. The way he disrespected and no fear of Xavier's father was something admirable to Xavier.

"If you come with me back to my room, Abegail, I will take you to the World's Fair tomorrow." When Wally returned, not having found the catalogue anywhere in the storeroom, the store proper was, of course, empty. The missing catalogue was lying on top of the showcase Cole had been leaning against. Cole had Abegail stripped down to her corselet expertly in no time after they had gotten to his room at the hotel. She had no idea what to do, but he was doing it all. They were sitting side by side on his bed, and he was encasing her shoulders with one arm and pushing her bodice down to below her breasts with the other. And then his lips were on her pert nipples, and she was sighing, moaning, and

Once I reached it, I pulled out my chair and flopped on it with a groan. I know what I should deal with so I stood on my feet and walked to the locker that was in the left corner of the room. I entered the pin and it opens a click, I moved out the bulk of dollar bills, and gold bars and searched for the small thumb scanned inside the locker. When I found it I pressed my thumb on it and then the right side wall-size wolf painting flipped up and a door behind it opened wide. I closed the locker and walked towards the door. Once I entered I pressed the scanner behind the wall so the door closed and seem the painting would be flipped again to its place. I walked into the office at the end of the

It was a private message, intended just for Xavier, a reader who adored the author's work. 'Dear Xavier, My Wonderful Reader, Amid our unexpected encounter, I leave this memento of our meeting. Remember that the mysteries we must unravel are merely what awaits us once our paths cross. Until we meet again, may the words on these pages light the fires of your imagination. With heartfelt gratitude, Ezra Waylen '

She then spat the shells out, and they almost hit that bald head of his. The woman in colorful dress was of course, Waltz; the other two were Alex and Michelle. Alex had repelled many expert fighters of the Coleman family at Willow Lake earlier. He even broke Haider’s energy core and brought him back here. He knew that since Chloe had been forced to eat sh*t, she would not let this matter go so easily, and she would definitely find a way to send people after him in retaliation. He wasn’t afraid of being targeted, but he was afraid that she would go after Dorothy.

Xavier stood in the center of the room, jaw tight, hands buried in his pockets, watching the door as though it could tell him what the hell was going on with his wife and what she was thinking. A minute passed. Then another. And then… her phone lit up on the bedside table, its soft vibration the only sound in the room. Xavier’s gaze snapped toward it. COLE REED. The name was sharp enough to bite. He frowned, eyebrows pulling together in a line of genuine confusion. He’d never heard that name before. Not once. And yet—

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

He turned and dissolved into the shadows of the willow pavilion, leaving nothing behind but the sharp, acidic scent of vinegar and walnut gall. I leaned over Xander’s shoulder, my breath catching as I read the fresh type. "THE FIFTH VOLUME HAS BEGUN. THE AUDITOR IS DEAD, BUT THE AUTHOR HAS A SECRET." "A secret," Xander murmured, his thumb brushing the margin of the page, leaving a dark smudge over the pristine fiber. His bronze heart pulsed beneath his shirt, a low, rhythmic heat that seemed to dry the ink wherever his shadow fell. "We thought the Editor was the final layer, Sara. We thought the book we found in the path was the boundary of the draft."

Just walked away, toward my office, my truck, anywhere I could be alone. Because if I stayed out here—if I saw Cole again—I was going to do something that would get me fired. Or arrested. Or both. - Back in my apartment, I pulled up the faculty database on my laptop. Found the student transfer records. Located Cole Hart's file. The information loaded slowly, each detail making my stomach sink lower. *Cole Michael Hart. Age: 20. Pack: Rocky Mountain, Colorado. Father: Alpha Marcus Hart. I knew that name. Everyone in the werewolf community knew that name.