Floyd Leech X Reader Novels & Stories

“What is your required fluid intake?” "High-density fruit extract," Leo said. I nodded and rummaged through the storage unit for it. As I straightened up and turned toward Leo, I saw that Xender was positioned at the doorway, watching me. I couldn't make out his expression, but he seemed to function on a low emotional spectrum. “Good morning, Xender.” “Hello, Maya.” He moved further into the room to Leo and initiated physical contact with controlled kisses on his cheeks and forehead. “How do you assess your condition, Lieutenant?”

As soon as she opened the door, she met a handsome and tall stranger. Elkie tilted her head and frowned slightly. "Hello. Who are you?" She asked seriously "Hello Miss Elkie, I'm Leox." Leox took steps toward Elkie, closing all the gaps between them. "I know of the right way to end Braelyn and separate Braelyn and Cedric," Leox whispered next to Elkie's ears confidently before taking steps back again.

I smile when Richard and Heather enter the room with one more middle aged man, Wyatt, Viola and Noah. "Lily, you are... glowing just like a woman should in your condition." Freya says and I am no less shocked than Ryan.

I tried to stifle a cry of shock but miserably failed, so when I suddenly felt two pairs of strong, watery chains bound all my four limbs and float me over the waves which made a make shift bed. Lex swam towards me, his ripping muscles and veins bulging out as he made strong strokes against the current. Sliding easily over my body, he rested his knees on either side of my writhing body and marvelled at the picture I made- sprawled across his hydro kingdom, legs and arms spread like an eagle in all directions, my swollen, pink lips parted in anticipation and eyes teary and swirling with need in them. "Alpha !” I breathlessly moaned with my back arched when Lex suddenly parted away the narrow

Paired to Alaric Thorn. There was a third name underneath. Lily. Offspring. Potential Catalyst. Marked by flame. My knees buckled. The word Catalyst spun in my mind. I wasn’t just marked. I was a trigger. For war. For change. For destruction. No wonder Ryker wanted me. Link I felt it the moment she touched the book. My bond screamed. My wolf surged to the surface. She was in the old wing. By the time I reached her, she was on her knees, the book open before her, tears tracking down her face.

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wondered Ryker. “They still are.” “Wait—” Tyrone, who was busy typing on a faraway desk quickly twirled around and neared them. “So you’re telling me, Leal’s working somewhere in Brooklyn?! And we’re—” “No.” Axel frowned and hit him in the head. “You f u cking airhead.” “Well then what?!” “What Axel meant was,” Ryker intervened, “Leal’s still actively communicating with her, most probably, because Ellie is her editor. You never wondered why Axel was suddenly so interested in a book? One about werewolves at that?”

Lee says. I carefully sit on the side of the bed and pull down the sheets. "Fuck me. Do you see that, Lee?" I ask. She is only wearing a Hogwarts t-shirt. It's a Slytherin one with Draco Malfoy on it. "She is a big fan of bad boys." Lee laughs. "No! She is mine! She should be a fan of us, not him!" I snap at Lee furiously. "Ok, man. Lee replies, backing off. "I want to touch her. Fuck, look at her panties. They are see-through, black, sheer as fuck." I said, feeling myself getting excited.

Contracted to the Wrong Alpha Chapter 23 **** Lex's Pov Xander was growling, writhing, and snaring at whatever it could. My canines were out so I felt a taste of copper and warm liquid in my tongue as I stared at the two men that were ready to take Lilia. I stared at Alveria whose aura authority was beginning to fade at my cold stare and– Jax! Fuck!! I feel like someone stabbed me, crumpling my crown and pride to the dirt.

He looked at the girl's arm—at the script written on her skin. "You're a 'Reader,' right?" Leo asked. His voice was cool, despite the fact that his body was literally dripping onto the floor. "You think you’re the boss because you bought the book. But I’ve spent twenty years chasing people like you. People who think they can write their own laws." "I'm not a criminal!" the girl shouted. "I’m the Author now! I wrote on my skin! I changed the genre!" "No," Leo said, pointing a shadowy finger at the words on her arm. "You're a 'Copycat.' You're using the ink we brought with us. You're not writing a new story; you're just 'Tagging' the wall."