Dust Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

"Right away, sir." Darius turned back to the window, his fingers tightening around the piece of paper. 'You wanted no expectations, Celine,' he thought, a possessive smile curving his lips. 'Too bad. You're mine now.' ____ Author's Note: Celine thinks she pulled off a clean escape, but Mr. X is not a man you can just walk away from... What do you think will happen when Darius finds her again 🤔 How long until their paths cross again?

Bone shattered; dust rained. I exhaled. But it was only a taste. I pressed deeper. Each echo of pain grew louder. A memory flared: Lycan Xander—eyes desperate under the moon. His claws extended, not with hatred, but broken love. “Reya…” he’d whispered before I struck. My chest hurt. I shook it off. But his voice followed me. I reached a plateau—gray stone scattered like wreckage. In the distance, the sky trembled. I could almost feel Dante’s presence—alive, dangerous.

And his fiancée is also a very beautiful and talented woman, capable of helping his career." Xavia heard these words from Mr. Dustin, causing her to wail in fear, she remembered that earlier, the newspaper had promoted a talented person, it turned out to be Edward? No wonder the first time she heard his name, she felt familiar? Although Xavia's heart is more and more self-deprecating, but her curiosity is also getting heavier, such a genius merchant, why is she currently volunteering to be monitored by a private detective and not willing to return? Mr. Dustin, who seemed to understand her thoughts, spoke again and again. "Three years ago, because of a misunderstanding, he started to hate me

(very quickly and briefly looking around) where's Dantzler? Xanne: I don't want to be a part of this bullshit anymore. Dantzler is missing and I'm pretty sure I heard what sounded like a gunfire. So for the first time in a long time I'm quite angry. (As he finishes his words the room begins to slowly vibrate with a purple Aura beginning to radiate from his body.) Stay here this time, I don't have time to play with you and genuinely.... I'm going to go shopping. (Stepping forward to the bridge he decides to press a button as he is leaving opening a small hatch in the floor as music begins to fill the air, the sounds of the rap song "Big Me" plays almost perfectly timed to Xanne's landing on t

“oh, I will go for sure, “ she said. Purple walked toward the village entrance, waiting for the Alphas to return along with other omegas and families of the Alphas. Slowly a group of men came into sight. All tall, handsome and built. But before Purple could even look for other males, a particular group of female omegas pushed her as they ran forward to squeal at the approaching Alphas. The impact of the push was such that Purple fell on her butt. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in pain as she muttered a small 'bitch' as she sat up. When she opened her eyes she saw a hand in front of her, a sudden whiff of pine and sandalwood made her snap her head up only to get lost in the war

*Dust* The grip on my arm loosens, but I don’t dare move. I can feel the heat radiating from River Tempest, the Alpha of the Silverfang pack, as he stands before me, a force of nature that commands both awe and fear. His presence is electric, igniting something deep within me, a spark I didn’t know existed. I can’t understand it; I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m just Dust, the servant of a pack that barely acknowledges my existence. But here, standing before this warrior Alpha, I feel seen.

"I am writing this to tell everyone who stopby to read my book, I appreciate your efforts ,and I promise you all are going to love the journey with me and also With the MAFIA SLUT. stay alert for the wedding because drama begins from there.ride with Dennis and Ella. enjoy the slow burn of this story. pls don't blame me for Ella's character she would get better with time. ❤️❤️❤️❤️💋💋💋💋💋gold ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ short chapter but I will make up with the next chapter.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

I can't continue to act in that manner or continue to serve as his instrument. When Xander lets go of his shaft from his clothes, that's when I can feel him rubbing it in between my thighs and putting his fingers in my whole. However, just as I'm about to cum, he stops and I hear him sneer, "Not yet, because I don't want you to pass out, remember that Solstice, we're just getting started," and as he says those words, I can already feel the tension in my body.

He is pressing his fingers to my sex, pressuring it harder than necessary, feeling my minor dampness. I cough in shock, his fingers then sliding into my core, so deep that I curve back to avoid either hollering in pain and pleasure, both feelings extremely evident. Jaxson’s face is forced into my mind, his sharp cheeks and the gentle curve of his lips drawing me to relax only slightly, Xander coughing in shock when even I feel my sex puddle in more wet warmth. “You still want him,” Xander gasps, yanking his hand out of my pelvis in such speed and roughness that I groan, feeling now the warmth in my sex mix with a little blood that assaults the smell of my arousal. “You commoner slut.”