Karl Heisenberg X Reader Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t-” “You were,” he says, very calmly. I sigh and drop my arm. “Fine. Ruin my fun.” Karl steps closer. He studies the case, head tilted slightly, eyes narrowed. “There’s a seal.” he murmurs. “Not obvious. But it’s here.” “I can feel it,” I whisper. “Like static.” He glances at me, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “You shouldn’t be this close to it.” “I know,” I say, a little too quickly. “But here I am.”

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

Heisenberg and her husband Hadley working in the same industries. "I've been watching your reaction like the last time, and I see glitters in your eyes; you want me..." "N-no!" "Then allow me to please you so that you can tell me after..." Margaux was engulfed in a whirlwind of worldliness. The girl was aware that the young man had already taken her somewhere else, but she couldn't even complain like she had in the past that she was about to kill Mr. Heisenberg in every subject Margaux awarded for it.

He had the flat professional gaze of a contractor who had walked into a hundred rooms like this one and considered each of them a transaction. He stood at the bookshop entrance and looked at the thirty-odd people setting up folding chairs and event tables and said nothing. Just assessed. Karl moved first. He had been near the back of the room and he covered the distance in four seconds without running, just a long steady walk that put him between Decker and me before Decker had finished his sweep. "Private event," Karl said. Decker looked at him. Something registered — a reassessment, alpha-to-alpha, the specific thing that happened when two people of significant supernatural weight took a m

He’d noticed me? “You’re the one who never talks to people,” Karl continued. His voice had changed… still dangerous, and wrong, but there was something else in it now. Curiosity, and amusement. “The benchwarmer.” Shame burned through the fear. Even now, even like this, that’s all I was to him. “Yeah,” I whispered. “That’s… me.” Karl was quiet for a long moment. His thumb traced a slow circle against my neck, and I shivered despite the heat radiating from him. When he finally spoke again, his voice had dropped even lower.

Karl nodded his head as he followed me around the room, looking at his old stuff. Next, i turned to the small bookshelf beside his bed. I traced my fingers across the spine of the book, reading their titles as i do. Most of the books are copies of Harry Potter and Lord of the rings. He also has four books of Game Of Thrones. "Didn't take you for a bookworm." I commented as i pulled out the first book in the Game of Thrones series. Karl placed his right hand on my hip as he looked at the book in my hands.

"Liam? It's me, Karl. Please, let me in,I can explain. His voice was very low, pleading. It sounded…vulnerable. The monster from the locker room was gone, replaced by the familiar, achingly familiar, voice of the guy I had been admiring from afar for months and my heart started melting. I hesitated, then slowly, cautiously, removed the chair from the door and unlocked the locks. I took a deep breath and opened it. Karl stood in the hallway, his shoulders slumped, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and regret of something . He looked…lost. "Can I come in?" he asked softly with a worried face. I nodded numbly, stepping aside to let him enter inside. He moved with a hesitant grace, like a w

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

"A rare kind of latent. One in ten thousand. They don't follow scent. They cancel it." My heart was going to beat out of my chest. Karl turned his head slowly to look at me. His gold eyes were locked on my silver ones. "Theo," he said, voice barely human. "What are you doing to me?" I felt it then. The cuff on my wrist was pulsing with heat. But it wasn't Karl's heat anymore. It was mine. And every pulse was pushing Karl's scent back, out of my lungs, out of the room. Karl stumbled back a step like I'd shoved him. He pressed a hand to his chest, breathing hard.