Lyney X Reader Novels & Stories

After she finished washing the dishes, she got back to her room to continue reading. She got a little suspicious with Ryle, the male lead from the book, when Ryle lashed out in rage, resulting in hurting Lily, the female lead. Ryle was a good guy from the start so she was hopeful that Ryle is not like Lily’s father. Lily’s father was physically and verbally abusive.

You let it do what it was going to do and trusted the room would still be there when it finished. It always was. Tinsley read. I could tell by the quality of the quiet, the particular stillness she had when she was actually in a book versus performing reading. Lylah’s pages turned at longer intervals than usual, and I let that information arrive from somewhere behind my eyelids and stay there.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

Yaslyn, understanding the insinuation, slammed her pen on the desk with a resounding clap that made Wrenley flinch. "So, tell me, how would you like me to bless you?" Yaslyn's smile was terrifying, a frozen mask. "I hope you're not upset, Ms. Lyon. My apologies," Wrenley replied defiantly, "I almost forgot. You were deeply in love with Xoan. How could you easily bless him with another woman?" Yaslyn stared intently at Wrenley and replied, "Putting everything else aside, your eyeliner is smudged." Wrenley's smile vanished instantly. "You!"

She pushes me aside and takes him deep, gagging slightly as she forces him down her throat. Liam’s eyes roll back, but when I straddle his thigh, grinding my wet panties against him, his hand shoots to my ass, pulling me closer. “Lynn… you’re so fucking wet already.” I whimper, nodding, and he flips us suddenly—Nelly squeals in surprise as he lays her back, but then he’s on me, kissing down my neck, sucking hard on my nipples until I arch off the bed. “Liam… please…” Nelly watches, touching herself, but her smile tightens when Liam spreads my legs wide, burying his face between them. He rips my panties aside and licks a long, slow stripe up my pussy. I cry out, hips bucking. “Oh god… yes!”

Lynda held Nelvan's hand, lowering the man's hand from her face. "Mr. Xander, do you want something? Do you want to eat the snacks I made?" Lynda asked because Nelvan's behavior suddenly felt strange. "Be quiet, I want you to stay in this position," Nelvan replied, his hand touching Lynda's face, rubbing the damp surface of Lynda's lips with his thumb. Nelvan pulled gently, now his lips were next to Lynda's neck, inhaling Lynda’s eyes fluttered shut as her heart pounded like a drum. Nelvan’s lips traced the delicate curve of her jawline, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his warmth against her skin.

Lucious I sit here on the couch in the living room next to Lisa with her legs resting on my lap, listening to her read. My hand rests down on the black sweatpants she's wearing, not able to feel those pleasurable tingles through the fabric. I lightly tap the tips of my fingers against the fabric of her pants wanting to feel those pleasurable tingles. I look into her eyes watching how they move over the words as she reads. Her eyes are just a common brown that I've seen many others with, but when I look at her eyes that brown becomes the most beautiful color I've ever seen.

Lyrien pulls out slowly with a grunt, a clear prostatic amount of fluid oozing from the eye of his cock. This is the only break Rene gets to suck in a sharp intake of breath; Lyrien's fingers dig into Rene's hips, positioning his ass high in the air. Gripping his throbbing cock in his hand, he resumes entering again, pushing steadily until every inch of his hot flesh is inside, his balls resting heatedly on Rene's skin. "Did that bastard take you like this?!"Lyrien seethes, and then his hips slam, HARD! "ANSWER ME!"

Her sharp werewolf hearing kicked in, and she smirked as the sounds filled the air. It didn’t take long before Lydia’s voice filled the space—her words as crude as they were explicit, describing what she wanted me to do to her. Vivian shot Tyler a sharp look and pinched his arm. “Hey!” Tyler protested, face flushed. “I was just listening to the material Alpha gave me!” Vivian rolled her eyes but sent a message through the mind link. 'And getting turned on.' I faked a gag. “Please, keep your mind link private. I don’t need to hear this.”