Daryl Dixon X Reader Novels & Stories

"Imagine if a postman, or a food delivery man or whoever comes, then sees your body like that. They will not stand." "Can't stand why?" "You're very sexy if like that. I mean, your body is open. Men will be very excited. And I don't want anything to happen to you." "I know I was wrong. Forgive me" "Hmmm, this. I want to deliver this." Daren handed me a book. "Oh my God, this is a limited series novel," I said enthusiastically, taking the novel. "You read it first, then tell me." "You mean you haven't read it?"

He didn't disclose any information about him, but he didn't care now. “Yes,” he answered breathily, still stroking his shaft in front of her. Beads of his pre-cum decorated the head. “Let me pleasure you, senator. It's my job to make you feel good.'' A sexy grin found its way to her red lips. She stopped dancing and sashayed her way toward the couch he was sitting on. She started to unbutton his shirt and dipped her head to lick his nipples. “Fuck, woman! What are you doing to me?” Phoenix thought his whole body was electrified the moment her wet tongue touched his hardened nipples.

“I did not think the update would make you happy. Did something happen between you and Daisy?” Jaxon smirked, then chuckled quietly. “I caught her reading.” “And? You already know she reads. Too much, actually,” Harry said. Jaxon shook his head. “Yes, but you never told me she reads those kinds of books. I caught her reading Fifty Shades of Grey this afternoon.” Rohan laughed in disbelief. “No way!” “I told her I would be willing to try out a few scenes with her, and she told me she is switching to science fiction now.”

She called out to Phoebe who was still in a daze, “Let’s go and look for the cops near the intersection. Hurry!” Darryl was engaged in a fight with the men within a few seconds. Thump… Thump... Darryl’s Internal Energy was a lot more refined than before ever since he practiced the Pure Energy Scripture. He knocked out the few men who were charging toward him effortlessly in the blink of an eye. However, the men Timothy brought with him were the elites of the Dixon family who were remarkably strong. The few men who were knocked out rested to catch their breath before leaping back up and charged toward Darryl again.

Whatever it is though, there’s something about them that takes away any common sense I have. “Now,” Xavier growls into my other ear, his lips brushing my skin as his big, thick fingers push between my legs. “Now you’re in big trouble, little girl, this is supposed to be my job”He murmurs as he plunges his fingers into me. “You were too slow, like I said less talking more fucking"I say aggressively. Dorian's P.O.V. Fuck do I want her. We both do, badly. Like we’ve never wanted any girl ever. It’s like nothing exists but her.

He even told me how much Stella hated him now, but putting that aside… Don’t try to worm your way out of our bet, alright? ‘…I already threw that nasty book away!’ ‘Not to worry, I made sure to digitize it. Still, knowing how shy you are, I made sure to pick a few entry-level pages for you. Aren’t I a great friend?’ Following that message, Dolly had sent several graphic images of sex positions! As if that wasn’t already enough, each picture was accompanied by detailed texts on how to best utilize each position! By this point, Zivon was too shocked to even respond. To think that he’d see such content on Xavia’s phone!

I felt so small, so dirty, and so incredibly out of place. "This is her?" Darian asked. He made it sound like I was a disappointment…Like he’d ordered something online and it had arrived broken. "Liora Hayes," Xavier said. Darian walked around his desk. He moved with a slow, predatory grace. He stopped a few feet away from me. He was so tall I had to crane my neck to see him. He smelled like expensive wood and something metallic. He leaned in, just a little. I could see the flecks of ice in his irises.

I giggled. "You know I can still hear you, right?" Dixon stated. I sniffled my laughter before meeting his eyes. He looked at me for sometime before looking away. I feel so bad for making him feel bad, and I feel even worse that I'm thinking of going to see Trevor. "Uhmm... not that I don't like it, but the sexual tension here is getting too much," Adam said, making Dixon glare at him. He shrugged and went back to reading the files in his hands.

he held up the notebook, "...this doesn’t read like the musings of someone in love with a future Alpha. It reads like someone watching their back." "It’s none of your business," I muttered, reaching for the book. But he pulled it just out of reach. "I'm Daryl's fiancée, and we're just having a rough patch." "Is it?" Damon raised a brow. "You say you’re Daryl’s fiancée and you're both having a rough patch, but that’s a lie. It’s a contract. I know." Suddenly, it felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. Damon dropped the book and stood up. Instinctively, I backed away as the walls suddenly felt too close—they caved in on me.