Loid Forger X Reader Novels & Stories

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

I do not recognize myself. "Is this what I look like to them?" I whisper. I look like a liar, a manipulator, and a stranger who walked into someone’s life and twisted it for gain. The words echo in my head louder and crueler. This is because a small and terrible part of me is afraid. I am afraid that he might believe it. Leander does not remember, and he does not know. I wonder if this will make him doubt. My bond mark burns in a way that is sharp and painful. It is as if it is reacting to the thought itself.

Half-done and his love is still in its careful cuts. Wrapped around the little bird, pulsing with faint green light, was the Scourge seed. It fed on a father’s lost love for months. The sight sickened Liora. This ritual was faster, harder, because of grief. Liora used no memory of her own. She poured the memory of Alistair’s pure love for his child into the seed, drowning its hunger. The green light fought, but the journal flared brightly, the silver scar glowing. Then the seed left the carving and vanished into the journal’s pages.

Sleep transforms her into something almost innocent. I watch Aleta’s chest rise and fall in steady rhythm while my conscience wages war against five years of carefully cultivated hatred. Her face, relaxed in unconsciousness, bears no trace of the Ricci arrogance that has poisoned my dreams. Building lies requires more creativity than I anticipated. My laptop screen nearly blinds me in the darkness as I fabricate digital evidence of our supposed marriage—doctored photographs, fake certificates, invented memories that blend truth with fiction. Each keystroke should feel like victory, yet guilt creeps in.

I hissed, my eyes darting to the family portrait on the wall. I moved to the safe. I needed to do more than just take the data. I needed to leave him blind. I reached into the hidden compartment of my robe and pulled out the “Dummy Ledger”—a physical replica of the weathered leather book I had found earlier. Sophie and a team of forensic forgers had worked forty-eight hours straight to create it.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

Things changed though. I felt a pang in my heart. Invisible thorns were pricking my soul. Putting the card on the bed I looked at the black one that said, "Welcome to the L.I.E.R Industries. Glad to have you on board. Looking forward to working with you. Aahir Arya." Grazing the signature imprinted in the golden colour on the black card, I became more curious about him. My attempts of the day before, to take a picture of the CEO were thwarted by some stupid goons. In that process, I had even hurt myself.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

And not long after, came the reply that Alice was looking at right now. "Have you tried it too?" said Alice Xander sat down next to Alice and stared at the book, the reply that had been on the paper gradually disappeared. "I tried before you. And the answer is the same. Because earlier I also changed my name to Logan. And the answer is still the same. And it makes me a little confused!" Xander exclaimed "This book is just like a book in the Harry Potter series. Didn't you ask who he was?" Xander looked at Alice and nodded "Yes, but the answer is still the same!" Xander exclaimed making Alice look at the book again. His hand took the ink again,

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a little reward for giving Forbidden Lust a chance, did you? That would be cruel of me. Now be a good girl… and keep reading. A little piece of heaven after Chapter 160. Because in a perfect world, the morning always comes. 165 Emilia By the third orgasm, I stopped pretending I still had dignity left. "Fuck, Raf," I moaned when he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. His other hand was already between my legs, ruthlessly spreading my own wetness over my clit until I was shaking.