Jonathan Crane X Reader Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: Chapter 44: The Line They Can’t Uncross She doesn’t wait for approval—not anymore. Not after what just happened between them. After he’s already taken her, utterly and completely. After he’s fucked her into oblivion and made her feel pleasures her mind still struggles to hold. Her thoughts are unmoored, spinning in senseless, breathless loops that refuse to land. Amanda steps into the shower like she’s floating, weightless and wet with something more than water. Adrian follows her, silent, heated, his presence behind her like a second layer of steam.

And I knew I wouldn’t stop until Jonathan was completely, utterly mine. I couldn’t stop thinking about revenge and every single day, my mind worked overtime trying to figure out how to pay Bryce back for everything he was doing. He had stolen too many moments with Jonathan, and I was done watching it happen. At the same time, I needed Jonathan to know that I had read his journal. I wanted him to understand that I knew every dirty fantasy he wrote about, the way he described getting fucked by his professor, the things he wanted done to his body, how he dreamed of being owned.

Hellooo Loves, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I apologize for the late update but thank you so much for being patient with me. We’ve now come to the end of Arabella’s and Alexander’s story but as seen, Dex’s and Veronica’s isn’t over yet. There’ll be a short book attached to this one for Dex’s and Veronica’s story. Then after their story is done, we’ll have bonus chapters on Alex and Ara, where we’ll get to know about their lives after high school. This will not be now, though because I’ll be completing my other book—My Stepbrother—in June along with writing my new book.

For some reason, she felt off. “What are you doing?” Zara suddenly asked. “Shut up, Zara. I’m trying to feel some—” She barely completed the rest of her words when a faint creak echoed. Nyra pressed harder. A panel shifted, and her heart raced. Inside the hidden crevice, dust-coated paper lay in a roll. Instinctively, she pulled one out gently. It was a letter with faded ink on it. The crest at the bottom bore the Draven insignia.

CONTENT WARNING: This dark romance contains explicit sexual content (edging, power play, rough & possessive sex, public humiliation, obsession)...For 18+ readers only. HEA guaranteed, but the journey is filthy, twisted, and unapologetically sinful... “You think you can run from me, LittleSin?” Jax growls low against her throat, his fingers sliding slowly between her thighs, circling her clit with torturous precision. “Every moan you posted… every filthy promise you whispered to the camera… that was mine. Beg again. Louder this time. Let the whole city hear how soaked you get when I tie you up in sin.” He edges her mercilessly then stops with a wicked smile. “One woman was never enou

Growing up and believing she is the only child of her parents only for her nanny, who she considered part of her family gave her shocking news on her eighteenth birthday. Alpha Ian: The alpha of Crimson shadows pack, he is a sex addict and a psychopath.. well no one except his sister knows he’s suffering from clinical lycanthropy, he derives his pleasure through Amelia, his property. He is obsessed with her, treating her brutally is what turns him on. To his people, he is a good alpha but to Amelia and those who know what happens between closed doors, he is a beast.

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.

I asked, chuckling. Crystal I laughed to myself as I read the newspaper article. ‘VOTERS VOTE ON WHETHER TO VOTE’ People are crazy as hell. I was actually entertained by it. I flipped the page to the celebrity gossip section—only for it to be snatched right from my hand. I turned around to see Draven standing there with that infuriating smirk. “I was reading that,” I said, trying to grab it back. “You can read?” he asked, pretending to be shocked. “Draven, give it back.” “Well… I’m reading it now. So go get me a cup of tea. That’s your job now, isn’t it?” he said, plopping into the seat I’d just been in. I noticed the marks on his neck—hickeys. I tried my best to ignore them. “If none of you

As Nate drives off, I'm jumping in the hallway that I had his number. We've exchanged numbers before he left. I stand, staring at his contact number on my phone. I could not wait to go out with him tomorrow. A few minutes later, I receive a notification from I*******m stating that my newly added contact is on I*******m. Immediately, I open the notification, and it takes me to Nate's profile. I walked to my room, admiring his profile picture. Shirtless picture of him, with one hand running through his wavy black hair and the other holding the phone while he faces a mirror in the bathroom. He's so hot that I lay in bed, staring at it for a long while, before searching for more pictures on his