Emma Frost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Emelia did not understand why the woman spoke so casually about a man as cold as Fredrick Camfrey like he was some toddler on best behavior. To her, the man was not only the coldest but the meanest. He was full of himself and she could never see him in the same light as the nana before her. Emelia did not want to break the pitiful woman's heart, hence she settled for the option of keeping her thoughts to herself. One year was all she had to put up with before the clock hit and she would once again be single and free as a bird. “Yeah…I do like reading,” Emelia replies reluctantly. She walks over reaching out for the books and unexpectedly, every book on the shelf was not only from her favorit

said Amber. “I’m game,” said Leo. “I’ll be in the car.” Grayson left the bathroom as quickly as he’d entered it. Amber found it adorable the way his whole face was red, even the tips of his ears. One of the most powerful men in this fucking city was embarrassed like a schoolboy. Not so godlike. If anything, it only made Amber want him fucking more.

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.

And his scent completely takes me away, it was the smell of the forest floor, damp earth and sandalwood, with a hint of something wild and untamed. I feel heat crawling to my face. Wait. Am I blushing? Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 18 year old she-wolf and my emotions are a lot heightened. And my wolf Esme can be really dramatic and nosy. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? ‘The little prince’ My curiosity kicks in even more, getting the better of me and I touch the book slightly away from his face.

Emma balled her fists, her eyes burning with a vow to make her existence more excruciating than death itself. Rainee walked toward Alex, who was standing with Jimmy and some of Jimmy's friends. Alex grabbed her waist and pulled her closer against his chest gently, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Did you go there to annoy her?" A tingling sensation ran down her neck, and for some reason, she found herself enjoying his soft whispers. Not her mind, but her body, to be exact. She leaned toward his ear and whispered back. "I’ve done my job, Mr. Fraser. And you’ll see the results very soon."

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

Amelia POV I continued to stare at his gorgeous face without a word. His thin pink lips moves, forming words I couldn’t hear. His left eyebrow raised questionly as he stared back at me. “Hey?” He asked, waving his hand in front of my face, trying to snap me back into reality. “O- uh… yh?” I stuttered, my voice annoyingly breathless and low. “Do you want to get outta here sweetheart?” He whispered softly and seductively, his lips near my ear so I could hear him over the loud music.

Foren frowned at the thought. “A-Alright. Please sit on that vacant chair behind Forestia Frost.” Adam silently approached the seat behind Foren without looking at anyone. Although her eyes remained on him, she was shocked when he looked back at her, especially when his lips formed a small smirk that screamed arrogance. That was the start. At first, Foren convinced herself that she was just imagining things or maybe he didn't mean to give her that look and cheeky attitude, but she slowly confirmed that he was indeed looking down on her as it always happened whenever their eyes met.

It took every nerve not to flinch at his false affection. "I shall pray for your recovery and healing," I whispered, aware of the two others men watching this interaction. "Til I return," Edmund said and then yanked my hands. As I let out a little gasps he suddenly planted his lips against my open mouth. He tasted of dark, sweet flowers. His medication swirled in my mouth as he invaded my space. I found myself numb, enduring an act of violence disguised as affection. This was his declaration to both Doctor Farrers and Fitz of his superiority, his ownership.

"She still tortures me even from her grave." He continued, "After that, I don't care what the h*ll happens." There was no way I was going to have sex with Efrain if that's what he was implying. He looked like an absolute a*shole, playboy with short man's syndrome: buzzcut, well-manicured chinstrap beard, and two diamond earrings.