Edward Scissorhands X Reader Novels & Stories

Like👍 before reading so you won't forget. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . ✏Written by Authoress Kamara✏ . Episode 6👍👍👍👍👍👍 . 🌹Natasha🌹 Then he did something unexpectedly, he intentionally pulled Jeremy away from me removing our intertwined fingers. I crossed my arms. "You certainly have a problem, what's wrong with Jeremy and I holding hands? He is my best friend".

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him a few times, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip. Professor Kane groaned into her mouth. “Touch me.” She did. Her hand moved faster along his length while they kissed. He was rock hard, the skin smooth and hot. Veins pulsed under her fingers. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He thrust slightly into her hand, clearly enjoying it.

My fingers tremble as I break the seal. There are only nine words inside. Words that turn my blood to ice. Edward belongs to me. I’m coming for what’s mine. No name. No signature. But I know the voice behind the threat. I know the handwriting. I feel it in my bones. My baby pulses a flash of fear so strong I stagger. Edward… My throat tightens painfully. Whoever this is… whoever thinks they own him… they’re coming. For him. For me. For our child.

“Well. I’m a horror writer, not a romance novelist.” We were close now. I hadn’t realized when we’d closed the distance, but there we were—standing amid the glittering dust of the shattered Copy, less than a step apart. His hand—his real, scarred, calloused hand—lifted. For a second, I thought he was going to touch my face. He hesitated. His fingers curled instead in the front of my shirt, right at the hollow of my throat, bunching the damp fabric. My own hand moved without permission, fisting in the collar of his torn shirt.

Xavia's hand touched his raised lower body, immediately shyly retreated, glaring at him angrily, her small face flushed with anger, beautiful. Edward enjoyed looking at the shy little girl with great pleasure, a feeling of satisfaction in his heart that no words could describe, even though he was familiar with her body, but each time she could take on a different expression of joy. together. The enthusiasm in her body seems never to let go? "Xavia, tell me, what medicine did you put on me?" Edward hugged her slim waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, greedily smelling the scent of her hair. "What medicine?" Xavia was asked an inexplicable question by him, and turned to look at him suspicio

Bella When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold, empty space beside me. Edward was gone. The bed felt vast and hollow without him, and an uneasy feeling crept over me. Something was wrong. I slipped out of bed, throwing on my clothes. I padded down the hall. The faint, rhythmic sound of metal striking metal reached my ears. It was not the calming clink of someone training, it was raw, violent, and relentless. I followed the noise to the sparring chamber. When I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. Edward stood in the center of the room, shirtless, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to pounce. His blade gleamed in the dim light, slicing through the air with deadly

The subtle twitch of the Edward’s hand was small—but unmistakably real. “He’s responding…” Liam whispered, unable to look away. Beads of sweat now lined Elena’s brow, and though her face was strained, her voice never wavered. The golden hue in her eyes intensified, and the soft glow at her palms expanded, threads of energy unravelling from Edward’s chest like a web slowly being undone. The violent energy from before started weakening, dissolving into streams of light as they flowed into Elena’s hands. The air crackled with power. The once dormant energy in the room pulsed with life, pressing in from all sides.

"As much as I would love that, I must tell you that none of my meetings stop like this, just this one. Sometimes it ends with me cursing. I started to laugh, and when I noticed that everyone was looking at me, I started eating. Hayden helped me with the dishes that he had eaten that I would love and those that he thought I should pick a little to check if I wanted them. When we were outside the fields again to leave, Edward moved to where we were standing, and after exchanging a few words, he turned to me. I thought that he wanted to shake my hand like he did with Hayden and extend my hand, but he did not take it. Feeling embarrassed, I pulled my hand back, wondering why he would not take my

He looked at me “Did you enjoy the show?” “You could have let me...” I rolled my eyes, then grabbed my crossbody. “Never mind.” “What? Come?” he smirked, then rose, taking my hand. “I could have. But I’m a man of science. I already know it’s going to take more than my fingers to get you off properly.”

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."