Guzma X Reader Novels & Stories

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.

Two years ago, a car explosion outside an expensive restaurant in Guadalajara left behind ash, and DNA evidence confirming the death of Xitllali De La Rosa. The world believed the submissive, quiet wife of the city’s most brutal mafia enforcer was gone forever. In reality, Xitllali planned her own death, and she fled into the misty highlands of Chiapas, changed her name, and started over. She opened a small floral shop and tried to build the quiet life she'd always wanted. For two years, it worked. Until the afternoon the bell above her shop door rings, and the ghost of her past steps inside. Guillermo, the husband she ran away from, came before her. She was expecting a bullet to the hea

I stroke his soft fur, and with his help, he guides me to the bathroom because I can't walk around alone. Gaby was right, I needed this salty bath. I didn't do much that day, I was in bed the whole day, and Zel was with me. Days went by and Xavier had not come by, I miss him even we talk on the phone, however, I can't have him for more than three minutes there. X: Will you go on a date with me tonight? I sit up straight, reading the text message again, my stomach was doing somersaults and I scream. Gaby who was preparing snacks in the kitchen comes out worriedly with a pan in her hands, ready to attack any intruder.

I took this moment to slide my fingers into her dripping wet pussy. “Izzy,” I growled. “You are mine. Mine to please, mine to touch, mine to love.” “Yes, Zander,” she sighed, all breathy. “Only yours.” I curled up my fingers to graze her G-spot. When her thighs started to shake, I knew I had found it repeatedly. She leaned up on her elbows and gripped the sheets as the vibrations spread to her torso and chest. “Fuck!” Isabella screamed. “Zander, I’m going to cum.” Her head rolled back, and her ebony hair cascaded across the white pillowcase.

He held far stronger aura and intimidation than Darius, who she felt was the scariest man she had ever met. Antonio wasn’t scary, she admits that she can’t help but feel fear whenever she’s around the don, but Antonio Alverez was far from being scary. He was beautifully vicious, and that shook her more. Some strands of his long brown hair fell onto his glassy blue eyes that bore holes into her. The closeness of their bodies and the tense energy made Alina’s stomach turn—and not in a terrible way. As horrible as her situation was, she felt oddly aroused. It was a bad mix of being appalled and turned on, and it frightened her shitless. “He’s a friend.”

I say with a raised brow. T winks, but I ignore him, as Yazzmine knells in front of her. Finally, he looks at her, which I assume isn’t much his choice. This is where the reading starts, so I step closer, curious. I’ve never seen T so disciplined, as he stares back at the Gaze Reader, completely entranced by her stare. It happens, I’ve experienced it myself. “Everything seems a little misty,” Yazzmine mutters distractedly. “Clearly there has been some trauma in this early life.”

I muttered, ignoring whatever judgmental look the waitress must have been giving to me. I wanted this, I had to enjoy it without feeling ashamed. “That’s my girl.” Vincenzo smiled at me. We were served exotic dishes which I guessed were more expensive than all of the meals I could eat in a year. You know, it didn’t hurt being with a sexy billionaire mafia boss actually. I was dabbing my lips, stuffed full of food when a document was held out to me. An unsettling feeling resurfaced in my gut when I realized what it was. The contract!

Grazziena shouted and started to fix everything that she said a while ago. She was about to get out of her room when her mobile phone beeped. With a smile, she got her phone inside her study table’s drawer and checked the recent message that popped out in its screen. She is right with her guess. It was Governor Draeko. He greeted her and reminded her of their meet-up today. Suddenly, guilt strikes Grazziena. “Am I cheating on Draeko by having another man in my dream?” she thought; again confusion hits her and the aura of the wolfman came playing into her mind once more.

Zelena. We came to a stop and he put my feet on the ground, only for me to be pushed backward, and slammed against a tree. Without warning, Gunner's hungry lips crashed against mine. I moaned into his mouth, eagerly returning his kiss. He took hold of my ass cheeks and lifted me off the ground, I wrapped my legs around his waist and growled desperately. I clawed at his back, trying to pull him to me harder. Gunner pushed his hard dick into my already dripping pussy and growled back at me. The feel of him inside me did nothing to diminish the burning heat and desire in my loins, if anything it made me feel more ravenous for him. He pounded into my hot core, slamming my back against the tree w

Amelia picked up the phone and saw that there was a message from Vargauz. [What about my coffee?] A faint smile came on her lips. She sighed and then put the phone back on her side. She remembered what Xikouth had told her. He had said that Vargauz wanted to use her. But if that was the case, why didn’t Vargauz every say to her that he needed her? He never even mentioned this thing to her. Rather, he only showed how much he was concerned about her. She felt attracted to him, felt assured in his scent and his close warmth. She loved touching those wings. He made wonderful love to her. He was a gentleman, a lovely person inside out. Not like Xikouth who wanted to hold her captive for the life.