روايات وقصص ضمن John Constantine X Reader

The Reader looked at him. “Your family?” He laughed. “They’re characters.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re people.” The Reader tilted his head. “Only because I allow them to be.” Seraphina stepped forward. “No.” The Reader looked at her. His smile disappeared. “You.” Seraphina’s eyes became golden. “You remember me.” “I remember what you were.” “Then you know I cannot be controlled.” The Reader smiled. “I don’t need to control you.” He opened his book.

"I'll give you more details once we arrive there." As my friend and I drove for a couple of hours, we had some girl talk about intimacy, guys, and fashion. We soon realized that we share similar tastes in clothing but have significantly different opinions about men. That is no surprise, with Johnston being quite different from Xander. Yes, Xena eventually confessed to being the mate of the Blue Moon Alpha's son. When it comes to intimacy, we have had different experiences. The escapade in Blue Moon is one I want to pass. With Johnston, I had the genuine feeling of making love. I am starting to believe that I was just a new girl in town for the Lunas and Beta.

Then he was gone, disappearing into the Special Collections with his ancient book, leaving me standing alone in the shadowy library with more questions than answers. I returned to my study table in a daze, but I couldn't focus on herbology anymore. My mind kept replaying the encounter, the electric shock when we touched, the way he'd said my surname like it meant something significant. Blackwood. White Luna bloodline. Ancient power. "It was just stress hallucinations," I whispered to myself, Dr. Chen's explanations echoing in my mind. "None of it was real." But what if some of it was? My phone buzzed with another text, this time from Quinn: Did you hear? Jaxon Cross is officially dating Cami

Silas lifted his head when he saw someone pulling a chair in front of him. "What are you doing?" Jet interestedly asked. He scanned the books' covers and stunned to see what are they about. They're about the history of Red Woods, werewolves, and human psychology. The one Silas is reading is probably about Earth. His fingers are hiding the words on the cover but the image of the planet is visible. Realizing that the reader is paying zero attention, Jet gently grabbed the book Silas is holding. The latter tightened his grip on the book, finally paying attention to the person in front of him. "I think Saint has something to say to you. He's in the kitchen," Jet said.

They also had many ventures together making money. “If it does let me know. I doubt you could handle exile.” “Fuck off, John. I could more than handle exile. I’ve got a string of willing women who’d come with me.” Laughing, John turned back to look through the door. Christal was turning in a pair of jeans that did nothing for her figure and pissed him off. In fact they were horrid. They made her look large without any curves. “I’ve got to go. Don’t forget the e-reader, or I’ll never forgive you.”

[This chapter contains mentions of gore, torture, and loss of body parts. Reader discretion is advised.] I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Was Aunt Julie really dead? Was it really John standing in front of me, claiming to have killed her? I had so many questions. How was he even here? Why wasn’t he paying for his crimes in some dark dungeon? Xavier was ready to pounce on John at any moment. “Give me one good reason not to tear you to shreds right here, right now!”

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.

The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!