Lucifer Morningstar X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

The hot warmth of his angry head pushed inside me. Slowly, his wings unfolded behind his body. The hot burning embers at the tip of his wings hovered over the shielding me the window, hiding me like I was some sort of special secret. Lucifer watched intently, watching his shaft enter me slowly. I hitched my breath, feeling the last part of me I was ready to give him. Eyes full of fire, he laid his other elbow near my head. My eyes instinctively closed.

-Amara's POV- "I watched, horrified, as Lucifer extracted information from Mrs. Jenkins. The shadows, the illusions... it was terrifying. But Alexander's words sent shivers down my spine: 'Erebus seeks the Dreamweaver's heart.' My heart? What did it mean?" -Lucifer's POV- "I summoned Raven, Kael, and Elara to devise a plan. 'Erebus will perform the ritual during the Lunar Eclipse,' I explained. 'We must stop him.' Raven nodded. 'I can disrupt the ritual's magical foundations.' Kael volunteered, 'I'll take care of Erebus's minions.'

**Morning - 9AM** Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.

The kind Astra might have whispered about in mocking tones, the kind Mara’s messenger had hinted at with dangerous allure. Saraphina swallowed hard. “No,” she whispered to herself. “I am not her puppet.” Yet her fingers closed around the book, heavy and warm as though it pulsed with a heartbeat of its own. She pulled it free, her mind screaming at her to stop, even as her soul trembled with something perilously close to hunger. ⸻ That night, Lucian found her sitting alone in their chamber, the book hidden beneath her cloak. His hair was damp from the cold rain outside, his jaw taut from long hours of strategy. He sank onto the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched across his face.

I was interrupted by Micah entering the fray. "How is Ashton?" I inquired curiously and he shrugged. "Going through what Xavier did. I'm certain that it will seem he has died as Xavier had," he mumbled sourly and looked up at Lucifer with trepidation. "Can we get on with this so I may return to my mate," he added in irritation. Lucifer grinned slightly and tore the contract he was holding into several smaller pieces that evaporated into burnt ashes before I had gotten a chance to even lay eyes on it. He then produced another fresh one and went to my father's desk to lay it down. Xavier used his fang to pierce his finger and signed the document in his blood without reading a word of it.

My body wasn’t healing; Lucas did something to stop that healing process. It took forever before I heard a very loud growl. He turned me to face him, and I swallowed all his cum. I died a hundred times and came back to life. He finally shifted to himself, making the partial part of his wolf go inside. “If you dare raise your voice at me ever again, we will fuck your two holes so rough that you will bleed for days. Get out before I change my mind.” ****** LISA “A miscarriage… poison?” The words felt foreign in my mouth, like I didn’t understand the language anymore. I repeated them slowly, hoping the doctor would shake his head and say he was wrong.

I stammered as my brain finally flew back into place. Before I could run out, then she walked in, Miss Harper,looking like the devil’s Delilah in heels. Her eyes darted between Luca’s bare chest and me, and just like that, her tone flipped from cool and polite to ice cold. “So sorry, Mr. Luca. I’ll get rid of her immediately.” Her voice was final. Like she was throwing me out with the trash. As she barked, “C’mon, get moving,” Hearing the phrase “get moving” showed me that my vibrant, impulsive fangirl actions,had just written my resignation letter, before I was even employed.

Hunter. "Fuck me." Lucia fixed her eyes on mine, the water streaming down her face and her chest heaving hard enough to make her tits bounce. “I want you to fuck me, Hunter” she continued, her voice raw and shaking with pure need. “Fuck me so hard I forget everything except you. I want to feel you tomorrow with every step I take.” I grinned like she’d just handed me the world on a silver platter. “With fucking pleasure.” Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her right off the floor in one swift motion. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and her arms tight around my neck, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to sting.

Truth weighed down on Draven's shoulder, anxiously turning the pages until his eyes caught familiar lines written in italics. Breathing become difficult for him, his hands trembled as book slipped from his hands. His eyes wide opened as he shook his head. "No! No! No ! No! No! No! No!" Lucifer's jaw tensed, his two long strides took him where Draven dropped the book, the book exactly opened on the page where Draven was reading and Lucifer's brows knitted together. "I don't understand." He muttered and Draven swallowed hard. Lucifer's eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled as he read the lines written elegantly in italics.

Liam's whole body was littered with red hickeys and teeth marks. Lucas put his hand on the zipper of his jeans and looked up at Liam. "You… You can". He consented verbally just like Lucas wanted and he didn’t waste a single moment to open the zipper. Liam saw those eyes. The eyes of a predator. A hunter. A Hungry Wolf. He tried to keep his eyes open but he lost the moment Lucas nuzzled his nose on the bulge at his briefs. That... That was the most intoxicating scent Lucas had ever smelled. He was snuggling his nose more and deeper on the briefs to take as much as the musky scent in his system.