Front Man X Reader Novels & Stories

This fucker must think I am going to play nice. I look at the man in front of me. He was beaten up pretty good thanks to my order. He was bound to a chair. His face was covered in crimson blood. He truly did look like shit, and I loved it. He didn't speak. He only glared at me. As if I was going to run away crying like a fucking girl. “Tell me, Xander, do you love your life?” I asked, blowing smoke out of my mouth. “Yes, boss.” He immediately answered.

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Sienna The glow of the bedside lamp painted the room in soft gold, washing over the sheets, my bare shoulders, the faint curve of my knees under the blanket. I lay still, pretending to read, though my eyes hadn’t moved from the same line in ten minutes. All I could see was him — the man across the room, his face dimly lit by the shifting blue light of the screen. Jaxon sat at the edge of the couch, controller in hand, the sound of explosions and fast-moving footsteps filling the silence between us. His jaw flexed each time he focused, his brows drawn low, and when he leaned forward, the muscles in his forearm tightened under his skin.

The pressure on his hand on the base of my back feels good as he draws me right into him so I can feel the hardness of his cock straining in his pants. Then I see him. Xander. His brooding dark eyes, his mouth set and the expression on his face like he wants to spit fire like a dragon. “Kenna what the fuck are you doing you slut?”

The first man, sensing her indifference, left without another word. Moments later, the younger man approached, sitting close beside her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he asked, "Are you interested?" Elara stayed silent, leaning in so close their faces nearly touched, then twirled the glass in her hand with a sly smile before pulling back. The man’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he whispered, "I’m Xander Hawke . And you, sexy?" Elara met his gaze and, in a sultry voice, said, "I’m Elara."

, he announced loudly. Unceremoniously startled, Sre's body jerked , the action unsettling the balance of her book as it clattered to floor, her eyes lifting to meet his. Chuckling lightly, Xaver heaved his weight off the wall and walked the short distance to the couch, adding, "You forgot to lock your front door, barely heard me come in and," Lifting her book, he crouched in front of her and pushed her reading glasses up her nose only to watch it slip down a little, again, "Here", he completed, offering her her book, his glass blue eyes never leaving her face.

The forsaken that I was told were present were no longer there, It was just Amelia and Agron and it seemed they were facing off, not hand combat but words. I could feel how Amelia was agitated and unsettled so I took a chance and went close to her and wound my hand around her waist. Her back against my front. To my astonishment she didn’t fight me nor did she pull away instead she relaxed just a little bit. “So this is the famous alpha Xavier” Agron croaks out, making me turn to look at him, but I don’t respond. The man standing before me didn’t seem at all like a god. Yes he did have long blond hair that was plaited and reached his mid back. He was tall but not taller than me, maybe around

My legs felt weak from the incident earlier and the tightness in my chest was still present. But I ignored that, tossed myself on the bed and opened my phone. Being lonely and bullied for a long time, reading novels was a big part of my life and my only comfort. I need some joy to counteract today’s disaster. A small smile finally spread my lips apart when I noticed my favorite book has a new update. The book’s name is 'When Alpha Meets Omega'. It’s a romance novel of how Omega Anna met and fell in love with Alpha Xander. As I delved deeper into the chapter, my smile slipped off. I figured out that Alpha Xander was deceived by Lisa again. Lisa is the malicious Villainess who disguised hersel

I was so engrossed with the book earlier that I didn't notice Alpha Xavier's presence but that didn't stop me from enjoying it again. If he wanted me to read, then I would just read to my satisfaction! "Come and do your duty," His cold voice entered my ears again and I frowned. I raised my head from the book reluctantly and looked at the bed, where Alpha Xavier was already lying down with his hands behind his head as a pillow. He was only wearing a shorts and nothing else, exposing his white athletic upper body and his thin but strong pair of legs. I dropped the book and walked toward him. Was I a whore? How could just a look at his body make me crave for him so much?

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered