Cole Walter X Reader Novels & Stories

No hesitation. No distance. Just truth. Lois felt something squeeze inside her chest. Because for the first time she wasn't looking at the billionaire. She was looking at the son. The man beneath the headlines. The one who still remembered bookstore visits years later. Walter cleared his throat. As though realizing he'd revealed too much. His walls rose again. Not completely. But enough. Lois decided not to push. Instead she pointed toward a nearby shelf. "What's the last book you read for fun?"

If Xavier Walter did not approach Lewis in a timely manner, this chapter might have come to an abrupt conclusion, resulting in the potential loss of his opportunity. Xavier was scrolling through the images on the internet in the private room. There were many ridiculous images photoshopped and posted by anonymous individuals. They depicted gruesome scenes, with depictions of Mr. Walter being strangled, his intestines exposed, his body being devoured by wolves, images of him hanging himself, burning himself, and even being slain by a prostitute with a throat slit. The most outlandish one portrayed him strangled by a female ghost. These various images fueled widespread speculation and led peopl

Cole takes another step and my hands fly up involuntarily. “I’m tired Cole, I think it’s best we finish tomorrow,” I mumble. Cole frowns, before spinning around and walking out. I close the door softly behind him, and shaking my head. I attempt to go back to normal, reading my book, trying to retain the information in it. The many books he used to convince me that I still have potential to have a wolf just like others. My fingers slide down the aged papers, hoping this would distract me from my inevitable doom. I take a sharp breath. How to distract yourself from your own death?

Cole’s eyes darted from Jericho to Weston, confused as to why they were staring at him like he’d grown another head. “Why?” Weston muttered, and Jericho slapped his head playfully. “Obviously, someone needs to check on him,” Jericho replied, and Weston shot him a glare. Jericho turned to Cole. “Go on, Cole. We’ll check on Xander.” Cole nodded and headed off to find Dexter. “Dude…” Weston turned his wide eyes to Jericho. “What?” Jericho raised a brow. “You know how Dexter acts around Cole whenever he’s upset.” Weston’s glare sharpened as he glanced back, as if hoping Cole would return—but he was already gone.

He then pinched Xenia's face, which resembled Rainee, and continued, "What are we to do if our son turns out to be a scaredy cat like you?" Xenia tried to suppress her disgust and nestled in his embrace. "It's not just a news report. Someone posted photos of the body online. It was horrifying. The person looked emaciated. I got curious and decided to take a closer look. Who knew that the image would be etched on my mind... I can see Walter's lifeless form whenever I close my eyes." Albert was taken aback. "Walter?" "Yeah. That's the deceased's name. I saw someone in the comment section digging up information on him. His full name is Walter Ramsey, and he was a terminal cancer patient. Who co

She does not need anything more stress to add to her worry. Alpha Erick waits until Luna Kate, and Alanis are gone. Then he pats me on the arm. "Come on, there is one thing about these wolves that is not like us," Alpha Erick says. I follow him into the house where Walter is lying on the floor, dead, covered in blood. He stands over Walter waiting for something.

Then he turned from the window. Cole was at the kitchen island with two cups. He held one out without being asked. Eight years of this had made certain things automatic between them. Xavier took the coffee and said nothing and Cole said nothing and neither of them found the silence uncomfortable because they’d long since stopped needing to fill it. “Tell me about her,” Xavier said. Cole set his cup down. Scarlett Voss.

Cole Xander stirred his espresso and suddenly nudged my arm. “Do you know her?” he asked. I didn’t respond right away, my gaze still fixed on the scene unfolding before me. Xander let out a low chuckle. "Damn, Cole. I’ve never seen you look at a woman like that before. No matter how beautiful she is, you don’t have to keep staring.” His eyes narrowed playfully. “When did you start taking an interest in anything other than business?"

She could not stand sharing a room with him a moment longer. She flung the door open, limped out, and slammed it shut without a backward glance or a second thought. She left the villa. The wind scattered the overpowering presence he always seemed to carry. Alone in the dark room, Walter was brooding. After a while, he let out a mocking laugh and made a call. "Come get me. I'm heading to the Garsides'." "Yes, Sir!" … Cole had worn himself out in his younger days, and his health was failing, with severe heart and brain issues landing him in intensive care.

But all this does not happen, on the contrary, I feel a tension emanating from him. I turn to him in surprise and see that he is pale. His eyes are wide as he stares at the road ahead and his hands are shaking slightly. There's more to this, Walter knows something he intends to conceal from me. It sparks my curiosity whether Xanne has more on her plate than mere adultery, to such an extent that Walter does not dare to talk about it. And then I noticed that he doesn't contradict my accusation of Xanne.