George Weasley X Reader Novels & Stories

The Riders Pack, to which George belonged, had always shared a close bond with the Golden Moon Pack. Eloise and George were the best of friends. They attended the same werewolf school, and spent long afternoons together. But that was before the world crumbled. Before Aura’s death. Watching George humiliate Rachael, the woman who had been nothing but kind to Eloise suffer at his hands, tore her apart. She didn’t respond when George insulted her. She didn’t even flinch. Her gaze remained locked on him, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "Don’t hit her."

she screamed, a tear rolling down her cheek. George’s shoulders dropped. “Yes,” he whispered. “We used to be best friends. But that was a long time ago, I swear—” Thalia’s voice dropped to a whisper, trembling like her lips. “You had a one-night stand with Rosy, didn’t you?” Rosy’s eyes widened, tears spilling faster. She read it, and almost everything was about her and George. “I was drunk,” George said weakly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen... I...” He took a step forward.

He looked at his wife and wondered what she was up to. Grace’s face drained slightly of color. “What do you mean?” Elara leaned forward, lowering her voice to a near whisper. “I see George growing tired. Tired of harsh words. Tired of constant criticism. Tired of being made to feel small.” The room fell utterly silent. Grace’s breathing quickened. “I… I don’t—” “And then,” Elara continued, her tone gaining momentum, “I see him meeting someone.” Grace’s eyes widened. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

With the way she called him back he knew she must have something to tell him. "Have you discussed it with her?" "Yaya I will, I can't just throw it at her." "It's okay, I get you." He pecked her and left. Brielle was laying on the bed with a book in her hand when he entered the room. "What are you reading?" "Book." George grabbed the book from her and looked at the cover. He turned slowly and looked at her. "What" "You read romance novels?" "What's wrong with that?"

"I have a feeling she's something more. She's naturally willing and responsive." I didn't say anything else, but I hoped Rowan was right. I chuckled under my breath. This was the same woman that swore she hated BDSM because it was a power play. A knock sounded on the door that had both Rowan and I looking up. For a split second, I wished it was her, but the door opened to reveal George, Rowan's loyal assistant. He nodded at me as a way of greeting and locked his eyes with Rowan as if trying to communicate non-verbally. My foolish brother didn't get the message and George sighed. "I found something new." Then, he nodded toward Rowan's office.

It felt like he was caressing her slowly along her spine every time he spoke near her. “Regina.” She could feel the hair on her neck rise as Owen hunkered down beside her to hand over the book he was reading. “It’s your turn to read the chapter,” He said with a sly smile appearing on his face. She had been listening to Owen read aloud the story of two lovers as they flirted with each other, reminding her how they used to be. Regina frowned at Owen questioningly. He seldom handed her the books they read because he wanted to have an excuse to stay with his mother, but as she skimmed the new chapter, she realized Owen wanted her to read the sex scenes out loud.