Leland Coyle X Reader Novelas e Histórias

And Axel, damn him, had seen too much already. Mine, her wolf whispered, mocking and insistent. “Shut up,” Raven hissed under her breath. “You talking to yourself, cousin?” Her eyes snapped open. Cole leaned against the corner of the building, cigarette glowing between his fingers, grin sharp as a blade. “Or maybe to that Rider alpha who had you cornered earlier?” he continued. “Reed doesn’t buy your little story. Neither do I.” Raven stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Careful, Cole. If you keep poking, you’ll regret it.”

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant. “You are a lover of dark romance?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in shock. The question hung in the air, almost surreal. Cole looked at me and then at the cover of the book. “Yes, I am. I’m actually a lover of dark romance and I really like this book. I have read it before, but then I just skim through some pages when I’m bored or better still when I want to reconnect back with the characters,” Cole said, his voice filled with a quiet passion. Gosh, he was using the exact words I would have used if I was the one asked the question.

The version that gave nothing away because nothing was being offered. Her fingers tightened around her phone. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He didn't reach for it. He already knew. *Say it. Come back to me. Or she burns.* Lyla, counting down, sitting somewhere comfortable and certain, watching the same live stream with the satisfaction of a woman who believed she had already won. "I have always valued my privacy," Cole continued. "And because of that, there are aspects of my personal life I've chosen not to discuss publicly—"

Oh my God ! ** NOTE TO THE READERS: THE BOOK FOR JOY AND LEX’S COMPLETE STORY IS TITLED “MY NERD MATE” WHICH IS EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON D****E. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

Brianna said before shaking the thought away, people tend to write who they are not and maybe that’s what Alex had done. Alex’s mind was in a mess, so he decided to stop at a café and have some coffee. But when he got there, he spotted Coyle having coffee at an isolated part of the café. He looked sad but what was funny was the fact that he took coffee instead of alcohol, Alex walked towards him with a smile. “Mind if I join you?” he asked and Coyle nodded. “I mind a lot,” he said with anger, every time he thought of the fact that Emma was with Alex, he felt his blood bubble with anger.

Their dark beauty is meant for angels, bodies like gods, there is no way you can mistake them for anything but your dark desires and the fantasies you have deep down inside coming alive- them bringing you heaven to you and the destruction they leave in their wake. There is no in-between. Landon delivers pain to the man with sharp intelligence, endless patience, and unfathomable depth, enough to make the man still awake and present for his execution. Cole is laid back, radiating controlled power that fascinates me, draws me in against my will even now as he as he stands a little too close, blood getting on his clothes and I can see how he wants to claw out the man's chest, with how his sharp

I remember seeing her for the first time after her abduction, screaming in that pink gown while Ryatt and Isaac tried to calm her down… and she shifted for the first time. Cole isn’t the monster he was forced to be, but I don’t know him that well yet. He’s a physician. A doctor. He’s here to learn the more traditional shifter medicine Eastonia is known for… but I still imagine him in the black cloak Misty described–with a dead look in his eyes. Right now, he’s wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants, his curly blond hair sticking out at all angles as he lays Lexa on their kitchen table, unwrapping her blanket.

A permission to see the world through my own eyes again, something I hadn't realized I’d lost until I held the weight of the lens in my hands. I adjusted the focus lens, framing the shot. Cole was sitting in the leather armchair a few feet away, reading a thick hardcover book. He was wearing reading glasses—something I hadn't known he owned until this trip—and a thick cable-knit sweater that made him look less like a billionaire CEO and more like a rugged mountain man. The firelight danced across his features, softening the sharp angles of his jaw. Click. The shutter sound was loud in the quiet room. Cole didn't flinch. He just turned a page, a small smirk playing on his lips. "If you’re goi