Godzilla X Reader Novels & Stories

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

For heaven's sake, he'd gone through a lot of hell, finally landing a reward and this damn system was trying to terminate it. "I'll accept it", he snapped, stretching out his hands, his fingertips lightly tapping on the Yes button. [Congratulations, host has been rewarded with the Lustful Manual!!] Alan's eyes widened, quietly watching as a book materialized in his hands out of thin air. His mouth hung open, his expression half astonished and half out of his wits. "Xena, what is this thing?", Alan clutched the book, his gaze landing on the........ drawing of two males tangled in a seemingly uncomfortable sex position. Absolutely crude to the eyes.

Xander offers. A huge smile breaks out on Cara's face. She can swear she hears a heartbeat from the asshole stone heart. "Yeah, thanks." "Okay then." He says, facing the window staring at the lights as the rest of the car drive goes on in silence. ~~~~ The next chapter will have some mature content to read you have to be a follower. Comment your thoughts. I_am_ifeee

Both Xander and Elias came out of the pool, looking like Greek gods walking onto the shores of Atlantis, too sexy for words. "Ready?" Xander asked, raising an eyebrow as he dried his hair, looking like he was in a hair or body product commercial without even trying. I nodded. "I'm ready if you are. Go ahead and swim, if you like. I'll be fine right here." Xander smirked. "No, I think it's time we got you into bed." "But don't worry," Elias added, shooting Xander a warning look as he dried off. "We will respect your wishes."

Noticing the presence of the demon-like people, Gerald then smiled wryly as he shook his head before saying, “So that’s why you’re being so cocky… Did Wesson arrange for you to stop halfway and have me killed?” “Indeed! Mr. Xanthos planned for all this to happen! While you’re pretty unlucky, I can’t disobey my orders so you’d better get out and get killed already!” sneered the driver as he hopped out of the car before standing a distance away, his arms crossed as he got ready to enjoy Gerald’s misfortune. Seeing that, Tilar—who had been sitting quietly next to Gerald this entire time—anxiously said, “W-what should we do, Mr. Crawford…? Those people look like demons…!”

But the asset had started to talk to him. Not about the Family, or the threats, or the Don's cruel machade. She spoke of her sketches, the smell of the sea, and the books she loved. ​"Do you ever read, Xavier?" she asked one afternoon, curled on the window seat with a tattered copy of a book of poetry. ​He kept his gaze fixed on the double doors. "Yes, Ma'am. Technical manuals, Operational reports, Satellite telemetry." ​Alessia laughed a bright, warm, entirely unexpected sound that made something inside Xavier's chest hitch.

I didn't know what he was thinking, and if I could read midns like he could, then I guess he wouldn't have had anything to keep to himself. Wolves couldn't read minds. We only went with our instincts, and our nostrils that could go lengths, while vampires could do their stuff, and even read minds. That was what Xander could do, he usually read the minds of people, those girls that loved to he around him, and just took their heats and read them. Though he wasn't able to do that to me most of the time, I knew that I couldn't have done it either. Why the hell was he suddenly gloomy, and why was he looking that way?