Lara Croft X Reader Novels & Stories

Xavier’s voice was no longer a rumble; it was a low, terrifying rasp that promised violence. Xavier, it isn’t what it looks like, I began, but he wasn't listening. He grabbed the book, his thumb brushing over the old leather with a grip so tight I thought he might snap the binding. He looked at the book as if it were a weapon used to strike him. He is digging into your past, Lara. He is finding the pieces of you that I was forced to hide, and he is handing them back to you like a savior. He’s trying to buy the space in your heart that I’m struggling to keep.

she mumbled as sleep took her. Brad scoffs. "I can't believe our mate! As soon as you finished answering her question, she slept off." "Shhh, she looks tired. Although I would really like to know what she did to be this weak," Cage whispered. "She got a new book a few days ago. I'm sure that's what she has been reading for some time. Anyway, goodnight," Brad answered and wrapped his arms around Lara. Her words made Cage suspicious. Who was her mother and what was she holding a Lycan gemstone? The only one that belonged to Ted.

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

Heads turned. Lara stopped beside me and grabbed my arm. Stephan planted himself just behind us, arms crossed, his presence filling the space. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Lara snapped, scanning the room. “You think this is okay? You think this is funny?” Her gaze locked on a few familiar faces. “Ximara is your interior manager. She’s one of us. And you don’t get to tear her apart because you read a headline.” A few people shifted. Someone cleared their throat.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

the moment she was done speaking, everything becomes dark, I can't see anything and the next thing happening is seeing myself laying on the bed. Am standing right next to myself, it looks like I am invisible. I am in the past, watching Lara's life. What happened to her, she was lying on the bed, dressed in a long yellow dress, designed with different flowers, her hair black in color but her eyes were brown, just like mine. Her gaze didn't waver from the book in her hands, she looked so interested in it " Lara hurry up, you know he won't wait forever " someone screams from outside her room, and she rolls her eyes.

Xavier watched her as discreetly as he could without going full on creepy stare. Setting her glass in the cup holder, she reached into her bag and pulled out a different book from the one she had the first time. Bummer, it might have been fun to watch her read smut. “Oh I guess we done with reading sex stories?” he asked with a snicker before he could stop himself. She jerked her head toward him, and her glossed lips fell open with a little pop. “What?” “I’m sorry.” Xavier laughed, riding the charged feeling in the air between them.

Liam takes two steps closer, onyx eyes pinning mine. The courtyard suddenly feels smaller. “Since you want specifics, here you go,” he pauses, then continues, “I want a book Xaden has. The Dragon Rider.” My brows knit together as I try to make sense of his words, then I scoff, folding my arms. “Then go ask him for it.” I totally don’t understand why he’s telling me he wants a book Xaden has. The corner of his mouth lifts, and then his tongue clicks softly against his teeth.

Lara stood in the doorway, lips pursed, hands on her hips like she was about to deliver some earth-shattering news. "I have both good and bad news!" she announced dramatically. "Oh boy," I muttered under my breath, pushing myself off the couch and tugging my shirt down. "Here we go." Lara strode in, her eyes ablaze with urgency. "I’ve gone through *every single page* in that book—*thrice*—and if there’s anything else about the Darklord written in it, it’s basically a detailed instruction manual on how your reunion is not only *a hundred percent possible*, but also how it would be the *worst possible* thing that could ever happen to this earth."

Xavier stares at the mural, then kneels. Xavier (whispering): “I won’t run from my shadow. I’ll rule with it.” [Outside, the wind shifts. A silver mist rises from the lake below, curling upward like breath. The Letter of Execution The lower chambers of the Temple Library. Lafay—grizzled, sharp-eyed—sits beneath the glow of rune lanterns, sifting through sealed documents. A humming ward breaks as he opens a crimson-lettered scroll. Lafay (reading, voice sharp):