Eren X Reiner Novels & Stories

<< Special arena for XESS>> "That guy really disgraced us seriously, like how dare he." silver said angrily. "Who is he, he is just a newbie. he doesn't know us yet, we will have to show him what kind of a people we are." Elliot said. "Xander, what do we do." Steve said. Xander just kept looking at nothing, he was completely angry. His fist was tighten very hard. " I will show you who I am newbie." Xander said before he smirked.

"I have a special ability, Rin," replied Eren. “Special ability? What do you mean? Are you a robot or an android?” asked Doctor Rin who still half couldn't believe what he saw. "Yes, I am an android from the future," replied Eren with a serious face. "What?!" shouted Doctor Rin. "Haha, I'm just kidding. Your face is so cute!' Eren said with a big laugh. Doctor Rin immediately pinched Eren's stomach. “Aww! It hurts!" said Eren while holding his stomach which had just been pinched by his new lover.

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.”

Still, I didn’t let them see my anger; I greeted him with a sweet smile, even though I felt nauseous about it. "Hello everyone, I'm sorry I'm late," I said with a sweet tone. "It's okay, they just arrived as well. By the way, this is Andrew Santorini Jackson, the owner of the company that contacted us, and this is his secretary, Jane Austen. This is Rhian Suarez, your model," Eliana introduced us, aware that I already knew Andrew, so I smiled at him as if nothing was wrong.

Tina and told her to buy it on her way here. Winky face. Eren. And then at the end of the note, he has drawn a pair of nipple. A mix of emotions is climbing up my throat. I feel happy. I feel shy. I feel giddy. I want to smile. I want to laugh. I want to dance. That guy is unbelievable. Insane. Comic. And above all. Sweet. Now I'm sure. Eren is trying to bring back to surface our friendship which has drowned since so many years.

"Riele?" Everyone turned to look at Xen. "You know her?" Everyone asked her. Riele was shocked. "You know me?" She asked Xen. Xen cleared his throat trying to find his voice. "She's my ex-girlfriend." Everyone turned their attention back at Riele. "You know him?" Tamara asked. Riele shook her head. Everyone was confused even Xen. "Maybe you are mistaking her for someone else," Jason said but Xen shook his head.

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.

On him. " Oh good heavens why are you so like that huh!!?? uggh!! your behavior is soooo ugh!! oh my goshh!" Xavier’s tantrum pulled him out of the hazy hog he was in and look at him rolling his eyes, hands on his hips and then dismissively flip his long hair at his direction. Xenon’s brows shot up at this. shooting a questioning look at the 3rd in command of the guild, the youngest son of the Highest kingdom, bearer of the middle Earth's insignia, asking him what had happen to the self proclaimed drama king.

These are the ten games: 1.Spanking. 2.Nipple Play. 3. Food sex 4.Strip Tease. 5.Sex toy pleasure 6.Oral Sex. 7.Fisting. 8. Anal Sex. 9.Bondage. 10.Role play sex My stomach twisted at the memories. Whenever he pushed my limits, I could feel every moment of shame. It was awful. I was angry that he pulled me back into this and made me feel like I had no power over my body or my choices.

“I was Tristan’s mate. That’s not the same thing.” “But it explains everything,” Xander said, rising. “Your scent. Your silence. Why the Riverdale wolves hesitate when they face you in battle.” “Are you going to use it against me? He studied me for a long, quiet moment. Then he shook his head. “No. But I’m not your enemy, Reya. Stop treating me like one.” I laughed—bitter and hollow. “Everyone’s the enemy eventually.” The wind carried the scent of moss and cinder. Familiar. Haunting.