Erik Campbell X Reader Novels & Stories

Her examination is slightly uncomfortable, as if she is trying to peer into my soul. Standing, I turn, putting my attention on her, hoping to change the direction this conversation is going. Reaching out a hand, I begin the introductions Xander forgot about in his distraught state. “You must be Camilla.” her hand clasps mine in a firm grip. “I am Theo Campbell, Beta of Silver Run.” At the mention of my name, her eyes light up so brightly. “Are you Simon’s son?” She asks, her question grabbing Xander’s attention, his head snapping to her.

Erica yelled from the hands of a guard she had ran into when she saw Kaden taking an half-shift. " R-rape?" Lord Duncan stuttered then turned to Kaden. " What's she talking about?" Xander stared at his Alpha friend's face and he saw the man's sad expression in between his infuriated ones but the Gamma didn't want that, he knew that was the only thing that had keep bringing Kaden down at the mention of it since these years.

Finally, I came out from behind the row of lockers. “Hey,” I said, pointing as I shrugged my bag onto my shoulder, “what’s that?” Eric turned to see a flyer taped to one of the lockers. Standing—and reminding me once again how tall he had gotten—he walked over to it and ripped it down. “Warrior camp internship,” he said with a shrug. “For combat management majors.” I furrowed my brow and snatched it out of his hands before he could throw it away. “I’m a warrior combat management major.”

Instead he tapped his fingers on the rail which made a loud sound due to the quietness. "Who else would it be?." Saying this he walked out of the balcony, facing her with a cigarette in between his fingers. "Y-you smoke?." She asked surprised. Xander smiled, not those type of welcoming smile, a sinister type of smile and this gave her goosebumps. "Do you have a problem with that?, wifey?." Ericka gulped and shook. "N-no, i-i mean—" "You know, I like it when you stammer. It's show's that you are afraid. And you should be.'

[Erica] She stared at the book lying on the desk. It's just an effing book not a fucking time bomb, calm down Rica, she tried to assure herself but her heart kept pounding even more so because Xavier was now able to read her like an open book. She had feared that he would almost coax the truth out of her but thankfully he didn't. She shook away those thoughts. She needed to read this book and hopefully, hopefully, she will know more about her powers.

I took a moment to look away from the erotical book I was reading. My imagination was spiralling fast again, I could already feel warm heat pooling between my legs. Yet, I wouldn’t stop reading these erotic novels because it was the only way I could pretend I was with Jeremy Carter, my high school obsession—the very emotionally distant god of Summer High, who had all the hot girls at his beck and call. My thoughts were spinning fast as usual, and I was just about dipping a finger in my virgin cunt while pretending it was Jeremy doing those things to me, when my best friend's voice sounded through the hallway.

It was cold, simple, and completely un-programmed. I looked at Xander. His brown eyes were fixed on me, full of an absolute, unforced devotion that didn't owe its existence to a corporate hedge or an interface design. The billionaire romance was dead; the Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts trapped in the old pages. We were just two remainder numbers that had refused to be rounded to zero. I took the charcoal. I didn't write a law. I didn't write an assignment. On the smooth, vertical face of a massive letter M that stood like an archway over our new camp, I wrote the first true name of our destination:

!!!!!WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN THINGS THAT ARE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS!!!!!!! !!!!THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE, ABUSE, AND SEXUAL ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!!! ***CALLUM POV**** I got to my place in record time, parking the Charger into the garage, I popped the trunk. She was still knocked out, I smiled. My cock twitched in anticipation, an eerie smile played on my lips. I grabbed her out of the trunk and walked towards the living room. My house was all open floor, my black furniture a stark contrast to the white marble floors, a plush black carpet spread over the entire living room.