Front Man X Reader Novels & Stories

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

I felt him bring me close to him and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Thank you. I'm so glad you're here.” He kissed my forehead as I placed my hand over his chest. Xander was so strong and I was sure that he was the one who took great care of Rowena when they lost their parents and just thinking about how she might leave him was definitely breaking him into pieces, but I knew him. He was a good man and he wasn’t going to hold her back from chasing her happiness. “X-Xander, Priya…” We heard Rowena’s voice. We turned around and I saw her standing next to a tall, broad-shouldered, Asian-looking man. He was handsome and the two of them looked pretty good together. Was that her mate?

Xander's breath hitches, his muscles clenching around my fingers as I work him open. "Ah, Max," he groans, his voice strained but filled with desire. His eyes, dark pools of lust, lock onto mine, begging for more. With a swift motion, I add a third finger, and Xander cries out, his back arching as he cums violently. His release splatters over his chest and face, the sight of him so vulnerable and yet so insanely sexy makes my heart race. He looks startled but entirely turned on, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Frustration, irritation, anger, and hatred mix into one entity within him. "Unbelievable. Money can change everything, including a person it turns out," Xion mumbles and the man sheds tears of frustration. Xion is not at all ashamed to cry in front of so many people. Let him be a poor fool tonight, but tomorrow he promises not to deal with or even greet Naara again. He will think of his friend as already dead. *** For the first time, Naara returned the kiss that Aderaldo gave. The girl slightly moves her lips which are being crushed by the devil-hearted handsome man. It is wrong, but it is too difficult to control her high curiosity about the feeling of kissing properly.

Even at twenty-three, he already had the body of a demigod. Just then, he looked over and caught me staring. I felt myself blinking furiously. I cleared my throat and tried to look back down at the book I was reading. When I looked back up again, Xander was watching me. He had a wicked smirk on his face as he had just found his dessert. “I didn't see you there.” He said. “I'm reading,” I said back. I could feel my cheeks turning red. It was practically the first time he was talking to me ever!

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

His lips close to my face, I can feel his warm breath on me. “Don’t fucking tempt me Lucky Gianluca.” He releases me, instantly I miss the touch of his hand on my flesh. I shake myself and throw my long hair that I have braided, over my shoulder. He takes the book closes it, and opens it again at the beginning, “Power Play Passion,” he reads the title and nods. “Very good.” He hands me the book back. I glare at him torn between wanting to slap his handsome face and throwing back the covers so he can finish what he has started. I can’t even get myself off since he lays beside me in the bed.

His eyes fixed on her in the darkness. Fvck. Him. Suddenly the door creaked. Her blood ran cold. A hand pushed the door open. Dan. Oh God. The sound of her heartbeat tripled, pulling her eyes away from Xandros. He stood there, outlined by the hallway light, spinning the club lazily in one hand like it was part of him. His face was unreadable, not angry, not pleased, just blank. Like he was dead. The dried blood on his face even made him look more scary. Like a devil.

“Leave us.” She hesitated just a fraction. He didn’t look at her when he repeated it. “Now.” She bowed and exited swiftly. The door closed behind her with a final, echoing click. We were alone…again. My chest felt tight, compressed. Xander stepped closer until his shadow fell over me completely. He crouched slightly, bringing himself level with my seated height, the letter still in his hand. “I’m going to read this,” he said calmly. “But not yet.”

He shook her, rattling her in his hold, "Stop making things so difficult!" "I believe the lady said no!" A voice came interrupting their interaction. "Who the hell are you?!" Aaron pushed Lunaria away turning immediately to the voice. she tried absorbing her shock and faced the man who had intruded, her eyes widening in surprise. "The hell do you think you are?" Aaron gritted. "I am Xander Ashton and you might want to step away from what is mine." A/N Hello my loves❤️❤️❤️Thank you so much for reading my book and coming this far, I love you❤️