Romans & histoires Kieran X Reader Pokemon

At least he was trying. --- Kieran found me at his apartment reading case files that I wasn't supposed to be reading on a Friday night. "You're working," he said. "Just reviewing." He closed the file. "You're supposed to be off the clock." "I'm doing light reading." "That's not light reading, that's work." He pulled me up from the couch. "Come on." "Where are we going." "Nowhere. We're just going to do something that isn't work." He took me to the kitchen and made terrible pasta — aggressively mediocre, exactly as Cole had described it years ago — and we ate it and laughed about how bad it was and didn't talk about cases or territory or governance board politics.

Kieran released my hand and, as he walked away, said, "When I get home, I'll bring you your favorite cranberry cupcakes." With that, he headed toward the VIP room at the end of the corridor, where Cecelia was being cared for by the pack's finest healers. I stood there watching him disappear into the distance. Suddenly, I laughed, and tears began streaming down my face. "I don't believe you anymore..." I whispered to the empty air and to my own dying heart. "Kieran, I will never believe any of your promises ever again."

I didn’t mean to listen – oh, to hell with it, yeah, I did. “Amelia,” a male voice hissed, “it doesn’t matter now. I told you. You can be free.” I recognised our Luna’s voice as she replied, “You have to go.” “Why should I?” He inhaled a single, shaky breath. “It clearly doesn’t matter to him–” Luna Amelia cut him off. “Don’t you dare, Kieran.” Kieran? I fumbled through the members of our pack, picturing faces under names and – oh, fuck. Kieran was a Warrior Wolf. A Warrior Wolf who got teased for his scrawny legs and too-big torso.

Xavier hissed back, throwing a thick bundle of files on the table. “And for the record, I’m getting married. If you have time between your murders, come to the wedding.” Kieran smirked viciously, giving him a knowing tilt, “Hmm. hmmm. Carina Burton. I know.” “Fuck you.” Xavier flipped his middle finger and walked out. Kieran chuckled to himself, slumped in his chair, once again, consumed by the silence in the majestic cabin. The sensation began to tingle his whole being, the embers of his heart weren’t blowing. The pain was increasing.

On the night the moon bleeds red, we'll be reunited. 'Forever yours, Damien' I felt Kieran's rage through the mate bond before I saw it on his face. His wolf was pressing so close to the surface that his eyes flashed silver. "He was here," Kieran growled. "In my territory. In your room. And he left this—this obscene love letter about murdering you." "He's trying to provoke you," I said, though my hands were shaking as I held the note. "He wants you angry and reckless." "It's working," Kieran said through gritted teeth.

Chapter 6: RHIANNON’S POV~ I didn’t understand why my body was reacting like this. It made no sense. My pussy was heating up. A sudden, slick rush of moisture soaked my underwear. All because of the way Kieran was looking at me and what he had just said. My stomach dropped the moment my eyes scanned the second page. It wasn't a contract. This was a leash. I flipped the page, my fingers trembling so bad the paper rattled.

Not after how badly I messed up the first time. Kieran is built for romance. He’s meant to have the spotlight on him. He’s the optimistic dreamer that pulls the cynics in like a magnet, forcing you to view the world through rose-tinted glasses. He makes everything brighter, more vivid, and all you want is to return the favour. He believes in great first loves, magical first kisses and epic love stories. He’s the type who refuses to watch sad movies unless he knows you want to, in which case he’ll put on a brave face before sobbing in your arms. He feels everything so intensely and wears his heart on your sleeve, and he has this way of making you do the same. He makes you feel more alive than

It didn't even help that he was in the exact page where the main characters were fucking their brains out I was screwed. “ I didn't know you read novels like these.” Kieran grinned as he flipped through the pages. “Why didn't you tell me?” I wanted to speak, but instead my embarrassment levels rose by a million times. I wanted the ground to open and swallow me, but apparently, I was stuck with me getting more and more embarrassed as he flipped through the pages.

"Don't say you'll wait. Don't say my heart belongs to you. I’ve read the script, Rowan. It ends with you almost killing each other in the courtyard while I scream uselessly." He froze, his hand dropping to his side. "How could you know—" BAM. The main door thudded open. Kieran was back. He didn't look like a king; he looked like a soldier who had just crawled out of a trench. His dark hair was messy, his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the "sexy v-line glory" referenced in Chapter One, and his eyes were glowing that dangerous, primal red. In the original story, this was where he was supposed to find me wet and vulnerable, leading to the "You belong to me" speech. Instead, he found me fully dr

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran