Dust Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 125 Three Hearts, Six Hands. Elena’s POV. I was still catching my breath when Sasha climbed up my body and kissed me deeply. I could taste Dominic’s cum on her tongue and it made me feel so dirty in the best way. Dominic watched us with dark, hungry eyes while he slowly stroked his cock. “Turn over, baby,” Sasha whispered against my lips. “I want that ass up again.” I obeyed without thinking, getting on all fours. My body was already sore in the most delicious places, especially my sensitive nipples that still throbbed from all the sucking and pinching. Sasha moved behind me and spread my ass cheeks.

"I won't be distracted. Let me continue going through your book and draft." I smiled, and Xavier went back to reading. This time, his eyes widened as he turned the pages. He looked at me, his expression impressed. "Oh, my goodness, you write erotic scenes, Alice?" "Which romance writer doesn't?" I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Hmm…You're quite good," he smirked. "But different in real life. Are you certain you're the one that wrote this?" "Ugh!" I groaned, letting out a laugh and yanking my note from him.

She pulled on her yellow dress, a gift Xander gave her the last time he visited her and left for town; remembering to take the packet of fine substance with her. "This..." a man said as he inspected the substance Diane showed him. "...is dust." the man said as he picked a speck of dust out of the fine substance, making Diane laugh nervously, a little annoyed that he needed to point out the fact that her house was dirty. She hadn't the time or energy to clean due to her bouts of nausea and light headedness which kept her in bed most days.

(This chapter and the next few Chapters will be smut, dear readers if you ain't comfortable, please skip. Also note that this isn't incest. T for Thanks. I appreciate your reading, please drop a review plsss, it will go a long way helping this newbie author) Ciara’s POV “Are you okay, little moon?” Dax’s voice was low, and rough around the edges. He stood there dripping, towel forgotten in one hand, every inch of him carved from shadow and sin.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

Xio never wears one, in her entire living with her, she never and he actually hates eyeglasses because she said it’s not comfortable and weird. “I don’t know. I don’t really know, it’s confusing.” she pulled her hair forward frustratedly and groaned but Dustine stopped her from doing it. “Shh. Just relax. Maybe we are all just hallucinating and I know you really miss and it’s normal to happen." She comforted me. ‘It’s not about it,’ Dawn replied but only in her mind. Jasper suddenly stepped on the gas that made Dustine and Dawn bump into the front seat.

He just couldn't see it! "Since you believe in her so much, let's just get a divorce!" I bellowed. "The papers are on your desk—just sign them and get it over with!" Seeing that I was about to turn and leave, he rushed up to grab me before he knew it, but he wasn't controlling his own strength and ended up tearing open my suitcase. Everything inside fell out… but it was just a couple of worn clothes, academic certificates, and a black urn. Luca froze seeing all of that and dropped to a crouch, staring at the black urn. "What's this?"

Then, I picked up my phone. I wanted to send Ruby a message. I wanted to tell her that I had found Casper. I had just unlocked my phone when the chat suddenly flooded in. [Oh my god! Ms. Xander is really carrying bricks!] [She has blisters on her hands… I checked the later parts of the story. She really is extremely rich. Can someone explain what is going on?]

Xander asked as if he was rubbing salt on my mood after ruining my appetite. "Can you let go of me and stop bothering me? When did you start to care about whether I ate or not?" I snapped at Xander irritated. He ignored me and his eyes glanced at the floor to catch the sight of the book the floor. "Bambi and the devil. That's interesting so you are into dark romance." Xander read out the book title as he pinned me against the shelves. "I am not into dark romance. Why are you here and not with your precious lover?" I hissed at him not liking how close we were. His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared.

“Yet here you are, soaking wet just from me holding your chin.” I gasped, mortified and unbearably turned on. “I am not…” He slid his free hand under the hem of my sweater without warning, fingers tracing up my inner thigh. When they brushed the drenched lace of my panties, a low, dark chuckle escaped him. “Liar.” A broken whimper left my throat as two thick fingers pressed against my clit through the fabric, rubbing in slow, teasing circles. My hips bucked involuntarily. “Mr Alexander… we can’t,” I moaned softly, but my legs parted wider.