Novel & Cerita Loving Reaper Webtoon

I steadied my voice and swallowed the lump in my throat when he stepped toward me. “I'm the Reaper.” He whispered. “What is a Reaper?” Pointing the dagger to me, he flung and caught it, then he said, “a Reaper needs mystical energy to survive. The power that you possess.” This was the moment that I had to fight for my life, for my pup's life. I didn't know who this man was, what he wanted from me, but I wouldn't let him have it. Whatever he said about a mystical energy, he's got the wrong girl because I'm a werewolf. I'm the wolf-less Luna of Night Shade Pack. The late bloomer.

Will they make love in front of Aphrodite? So, just wait for the next chapter ;) See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

Reaper apologises to me, half laughing. Once he is unblocked, it takes a few moments to find him. His head is busy, a mess and I can hear him shouting at something or someone. It was like I had stepped into someones messy garage. Everything was so jumbled and chaotic, not at all like the Lucian that I thought I knew! "Is this what my head looks like?" I ask Reaper but she doesn't answer. I guess that I am on my own. “What are you doing?” he roars at me as he realises whats happening.

He was stealing a sister jus like me. "It always starts like this." I exhaled sharply. "Just a moment. Just a touch. We convince ourselves it’s harmless because nobody is watching. But we are just thieves, Lyla." I pulled my hand back from hers, the loss of her warmth making my skin ache. "Men like me... men like Reaper..." I shook my head, staring at the whiskey stain on the bar. "We don't know how to love something pure without ruining it first. We drag the good girls down into the mud and call it romance."

Ayira to become a reaper or not I scrunched my mouth and wiggled my cheeks against the hard surface under my face. I blinked my eyes and looked up and my mouth dropped open. I lifted my head and looked down at Grim. God he was beautiful. His black eyelashes were fanned across his high cheekbones. I squinted my eyes. Reapers don't sleep, I remembered. I looked down at his bare chest and swallowed seeing his ink work. Hot damn, he's covered with beautifully done tattoos. I used my index finger to trace one and hear the deep rumble of his laughter building up. I chuckled softly and looked up at his green eyes glowing brightly at me.

The Reaper fired. And Liora did not defend. She did not attack. She remembered. She threw her arms wide and poured every memory, every feeling, every ounce of the love and the pain and the joy and the grief that made her who she was into a single, silent cry. The grey beam hit her. For a second, nothing happened. The Reaper stood, its weapon humming. The other two watched, their mirrored faces showing Liora, standing with her arms wide, bathed in the deadening light.

"We be family. Even when it hurts. Even when it's complicated. Even when—" "Even when it's impossible," Reaper finished. He shook Albert's hand. "Deal." They held the handshake. Long moment. Understanding. Acceptance. Choice to love me more than they hated sharing. Then Albert went back to his room. Closed the door. Left me and Reaper alone. "So," Reaper said. "Where were we?" I pulled him close. "You were reminding me I'm alive." "Right." He kissed me. Deep. Real. Full of promise. "Let me continue reminding you. For the rest of the night. For the rest of—"

I hated how my hips started rolling up to meet Reaper, how my pussy gushed around his cock and how broken moans slipped out between my curses. “Stop..ahh.. fuck you, I hate you all..” I gasped, trying to twist away even as my body betrayed me completely. Reaper laughed darkly and fucked me harder “Hate me all you want, sow. This womb is taking my seed tonight. Gonna pump you so full your belly swells before the others even get a turn.” Thorn suddenly pulled his fingers away from my clit “My turn in that pretty mouth.” They adjusted me quickly. Reaper kept pounding my cunt while Thorn grabbed my hair and forced the thick head of his long cock past my lips. He pushed in deep stretching my jaw

I ask, not reaching for it. "See for yourself," he says simply. With a frustrated sigh, I take it from him. The moment I see the note—with that delicate, unmistakable handwriting—my heart skips a beat. “With all my love, for the man who made me believe in myself again, and showed me that second chances aren't a bad thing. On the contrary, they’re beautiful and perfect—and sometimes, love finds you when you’re not even looking.” As I read, my hand clenches into a fist and I swallow hard, choking on the lump forming in my throat.

He looked just like his mother had at that age, as if they'd been cut from the same mold. Lila's cheeks turned pink. Her voice stumbled as she said, "Dad, what do you think of him?" When I didn't answer, she grew anxious, her fingers twisting together nervously. I smiled gently, brushing her hair aside. "If you like him, go for it. Don't worry about me. Be brave and follow your heart." From rivals who couldn't stand each other, they'd somehow fallen in love. Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, fate really does work in strange ways.