Gilbert Blythe X Reader Novels & Stories

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

Plus the fact that Blythe went emotionally unstable that she can't think properly the past few days, with all of those factors how come she won't forget it? Based on what she heard from Addi, their friend— Claudia is currently dating a rich man. Blythe actually saw her ring with an elegant diamond cut just recently when they reunited again after a decade and two years of being apart, it looks good on her. But the guy is the lucky one between them because Claudia is not just a nice woman, but someone who possesses a jolly personality and a loving one as well... Blythe murdered the freaking hours and day in the room reading her books and sometimes helping with the household chores.... like wha

I dialed her number, but she didn’t answer; when I tried again, Blythe answered the phone. "I’m sorry for keeping you waiting; I’m almost there." "Ate..." As soon as I heard Blythe’s shaking voice, all of my tiny hair sprang up. Something didn’t feel right. "Blythe…" "A- Allerick... ate Gemma..." "Why? What happened to Allerick? " "Ate... please... please hurry... I- I don’t know what to do anymore. My hands..." "Blythe, speak slowly. I’m not sure what you’re saying."

An attraction to a pair of light blue eyes and playful smile, attached to the enigma that is Sawyer Driscoll. At first, I thought Blythe was going to blow the bratty woman off since she failed to contact us days after we brought her back to our hotel. I was prepared to try and change her mind, when the softest part of my alter’s heart melted at the sight of Sawyer’s devastated expression. It didn’t take much convincing—and before I could fully grasp what happened, Blythe invited the alluring somewhat stranger back to our pool with us. I won’t lie, I’d been pretty upset at the way we were treated, but Blythe fed me a little reminder; There wasn’t a catch to what we did; If something was meant

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Chapter 88 Liliana's POV The pleasure hadn't even ebbed from my body when the reality struck me like a cruel blade. My chest heaved, my legs trembling beneath Gerald's weight, but Clarity pierced through the haze of heat. "No!" I shoved him back with every ounce of strength I had left. My palms collided with his chest, and his lips tore from mine. His green eyes, wild and desperate, searched my face. "Liliana," he started, his voice ragged.

And as everyone spins out ideas I go very still, my breath coming short in my chest because… Because as far as I’ve come in this Academy, and despite everything I have learned, I am definitely, definitely not ready to be alone in the woods with a stranger without any of my Alphas by my side. What – what on earth could Blythe want with me? Does Blythe – like Wright – want me dead? “Hello Team Sinclair,” a smug voice says behind me. As one, each of my boys goes silent and turns towards that voice, snarls breaking from between their teeth. Slowly I turn to look up at Redman Blythe. At my Captain. “Hey, Clark,” Blythe says, ignoring all the murderous glares from the Alphas all around me, smirkin

She continued wearily, "I worked so hard to get you out of that cave. You can't be so negative, or else everything I did will all be for naught." Gilbert stared at her bloody palm without talking, and his eyes became teary. 'She doesn't even love me. Why would she do so much for me? What's going on in her mind?' Even though he did not understand many things, he did not dare to ask her, afraid of not getting the answer he desired. He preferred leaving some room for his imagination rather than getting the answers that would hurt him. The cold wind blew by, and countless snowflakes fell on them. Soon, their bodies were covered by a layer of snow, yet they lay on the ground, unmoving as if they

“You will not come to the third floor again without me.” There was the order. The wall. The coldness snapping back into place. Violet pulled her wrist against her chest. “And if I do?” His gaze darkened. “Then you will learn there are worse things in this house than me.” The door opened behind him before Violet could answer. Mrs. Blythe stood in the hall, wrapped in a dark robe, her silver hair braided down her back. She looked at Theodore. Then at Violet. Then at the file on the desk.