Dean Winchester X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

-------------- Merliah's POINT OF VIEW. ------------------------ I want to hear his response... “I can assure you that. It's always you who has an unstable mind and emotion. I will break up with you if you choose your ex-lover again.” Why are you attacking me with that reality? I hate his mouth because it always attacks my character but I love those pouty lips to touch mine. 'I'm so flirty when it comes to Dean. Gosh! I am thinking of kissing him but... no! If someone would initiate a kiss, should it be him?!'

through her head like maggots. She felt the iron brand again, the sickening sizzle of her skin. Her breathing jerked.Dean crouched beside her, his hand across her cheek. "He can't hurt you anymore," he pledged, voice low and absolute. "I swear it."Her eyes spilled over with tears. "He already did. I can still feel him."Dean's thumb traced the line of her lips, possessive. "Then let me replace it with mine."Alex made a disgusted noise. "Seriously, can you two not begin that crap when I'm actually working on a war strategy?"Dean didn't reply to her. "Sama, when all this is done, you'll never have to even think of him again."Sama closed her eyes, letting the solidity of his voice ground her. "

Wayne asked in confirmation. "Yeah, something like that," Dean replied as he sat on a bench. Wayne sighed inwardly as he sat next to Dean. He felt uneasy as he was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. "Relax bro. Your feelings for her have gone deeper since the last time we spoke. It doesn't seem like physical attraction anymore" Dean broke the silence. "There are no feelings," Wayne retorted forcefully. His head was bent to his thighs. "Here comes the denial" Dean raised his brow at Wayne even though Wanye could not see his expression.

he defends himself. “Yeah, well you're way too rough with me, I'm a person, not a doll!” I reply and he sighs. “You're making me read you Princess Diaries out loud. I think I have the right to be a little rough.” he says and pulls me up against him, putting his arms around me and begins to read. Suddenly I'm glad that he's unable to see my face as I'm quite sure it's the colour of a tomato at the moment. We spend two hours laying in this position; he often makes remarks about how horrible the book is and how stupid the author is, but I can hear from his voice that he secretly loves it.

Fuck I hope this didn’t ruin anything between me and Tom. We both ordered a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately before ordering another one. ““So!!!!! I drawled out, glancing at Tom.”” ““It’s fine Deane, "he said.”” Undercover and the shit that comes with it he whispers, grinning as he drinks his whiskey. I exhaled, happy that he wasn’t angry. ““Why didn’t you tell me Zachary was here, I asked him.”” ““I didn’t want you to be distracted, but obviously that didn’t work out too well right?””

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

I knew that my wolf was growing pissed as I was nearing my period, and the change of hormones was already exhausting enough as it was, and I could tell that Dean understood that I needed cradling and not aggressing. He pulled out of me completely and I frowned in confusion before he pulled away to strip himself completely off his clothes as I turned to face him. He walked toward me once again and cupped my cheeks, and looking me in the eye, he studied my expression for a few seconds before connecting his lips with mine. He pushed me to lay on bed before hovering over my body. “You are tired,” he whispered, looking me in the eye. He didn’t push his cock inside me as he held himself over my bo

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

Releasing a breath, I screamed, using my dragon voice, “ES, can you leave the suit room? While you are at it, please clean up your mess. I don't like the smell you are leaving in the air. It's disgusting.” Away from the corridor, I could hear Elias' booming laughter and Dean's chuckling. The first day I learned of the watch shop, I met Elias and Dean. Dean is four years older than me, but I had a crush on him at first sight. For an omega, he has muscles dominating his figure like someone working out every time. But Dean is one guy far from working out. He spends his time on the computer like a geek. He has the glasses, a telltale sign that he's a geek, but he's anything but. After I found ou

“But…why her though? Christian needs a wife, yes, but why does it have to be a girl whose father should be dead by now?” Before I could respond, Astrid was at it. She smirked coyly and her gaze lit up as she turned to Roma. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? I mean, I had those same feelings until I figured it out. Why does it have to be the daughter of a traitor? Well, get this, Angel Winchester has blonde hair and sickening blue eyes.” While Roma frowned, I felt my blood rush cold. “What does that have to do with…” Then his eyes widened, almost popping off as he swung his head my way, and an irking glimpse of pity settled on his face. “What the…fuck? Christian, love, I get that therapy isn’t you