Eren X Reader Novels & Stories

I will be waiting for you at our usual spot. Forever yours, Xander. Xander? My mind immediately goes to the only Xander I know of: Xander Norton, the Eel leader who hates Estermond more than anything. Could it be possible for Grace’s Xander and Xander Norton to be the same man? My hands are shaking. It seems imposible and yet this Xander hated our society and thought Estermond was rotten, that sounds like an Eel to me. I can not believe what I am reading. I take the next photo and read the note written on the back.

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I returned the mystery-thriller and grabbed the romance book instead, causing Westley to chuckle. “What? Can’t a man read a romance novel?” “Did you hear me say anything?” She hid her smile behind her narrowed eyes. Xena punched on the cash register. “Audene thought it would bruise men’s ego when someone caught them reading romance books. Thanks, honey.” “Stereotyping, eh.” “Have a little patient on her. She’s like a marshmallow.” “I happen to have a lot of it.” I grinned at Xena, taking the paper bag she offered.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

You may come in please. The student walks in and stands beside our adviser, a lot of girls were falling head over heels for the guy. Talk about romantic excitement. B-but why does he look familiar? White, smooth skin small, curved eyes, pinkish lips, looks kore-. Hhaa? HE'S THE ONE I BUMPED INTO EARLIER ON THE STAIRS!!!

Genius prodigy who finished Applied Sciences at uni by fifteen. Still mateless. Still a virgin. Don’t judge—I’m picky. My Beta, Xeon, is just like me: a nineteen-year-old trained killer with zero luck in the mate department. We were so sure we’d find them at eighteen, but nope. A year later, here we are—single, sexy, and buried in work. Not that it stopped us from having flings. Just… nothing permanent. “Alright, Monkey Fart,” Xeon said through the mindlink. “I take it back. I do smell something. Wild mint and ivy. And my wolf is losing it.”

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

When Naomi finished, Sofia pulled her chair toward the desk. “So you're looking for people who still possess Thanox.” “Or sell it,” Leonard said. Sofia opened her laptop. “Give me the spelling.” “Thanox.” She typed and opened Reddit. Emma leaned over her shoulder. “You're searching Reddit?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because apparently criminals don't publish peer-reviewed papers and they mostly let out their secrets there anyways.” Leonard smiled. “She's learning.” Sofia ignored him. They searched several chemical, underground laboratory and weapons-related communities. Most of the posts were useless. Some were obviously fake. Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from comm

“This is for you, Mrs. Walton. Please have a glance.” “Thanks.” I accepted it politely and flipped the first blank page to start reading. A second later, my eyes widened. The first page was a bank account statement, the number of zeros after one in the balance section knocking the air out of my lungs. The next thing was the list of cards: Black, Gold, and Blue. Every document carried the same name. “Ellie Walton.” My mind went blank as I stared at them in awe. “This is…” I was sure I was reading them wrongly, but Mr. Walton spoke weakly.

Exelle I kept my gaze fixed on the papers scattered across my desk, while Lex paced back and forth in front of me. He continued to warn me about the risks I was taking by dealing with Hans. His words, filled with caution and concern, repeated like a broken record. It was as if he was the parent scolding a wayward child. I couldn't help but enjoy his annoyance, though I pretended to ignore him. "Xiellenna, you're putting yourself at risk. You know how dangerous Hans is," Lex emphasized, finally coming to a halt. He leaned over my desk, placing his hands firmly on the surface, and directed his full attention towards me.