Magneto X Reader Novels & Stories

I froze. Steph hadn’t returned. MarIa wasn’t near. No one should be here. The rustlIng deepened. A shuffle. The scrape of a foot. My chest locked. My legs trembled. The closet door cracked open. A foot stepped out. A man’s shoe. I lifted my eyes—slow, terrIfIed. A chest. Shoulders. A face. That smIle. Those eyes, full of memorIes and sIn. “Hey?” Maxwell saId, hIs voIce low, recognItIon danglIng In It. My body froze, rooted to the floor.

Then looked at the father sitting in front of him "Yeah, I think it's just him. But, I haven't asked Alice and Logan this yet. They're still resting, and I'll ask them later!" Xander re-opened the last page of the brown-bound book, it had been a long time since Xander had found something like the one he was reading now. History books wrapped in fantasy stories really won't make him feel bored if he has to repeat to read the book. Mr.Erick closed his eyes, if Sebastian just said that, magic must be really so powerful.

“I don’t know. My thoughts are all over the place. I can’t focus.” I wasn’t even hard behind my jeans. And it wasn’t because I wasn’t horny. I was. But maybe not for the man in front of me. Xavier noticed too when he cupped my groin over my jeans. “Hmm… your mood must be worse than I thought. But it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle.” His lips curled up in a mischievious grin, his eyes roving over me seductively. Any other person would have felt insulted and thrown me out. But not Xavier.

“We will see.” Carolina had only one move for this kind of brawl—fast, focused, absolute. The pack followed her without cue. They did not fight pretty, but they fought real, teeth and bottles and the old brick from behind the oven. Xander saw bodies collide, watched blood and magic spark on the street, saw Mira take a hard punch and bounce up, grinning. He felt time stretch and shrink, until the world was reduced to breath and the taste of metal in his mouth.

It felt like being struck by electricity. “No! Stop that! I’m going to come.” “Then come. No one’s stopping you,” Xavier whispered. The stimulation grew more intense. A powerful wave crashed over me, stronger than before, wiping my thoughts blank. My body collapsed against the pillow, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. “Did you just… come?” he mocked, touching that sensitive spot again. “Shut up.” I tried to push myself up with what little strength I had left. Xavier pulled me back and flipped our position. He lay beneath me, my back pressed against his chest. It made me even more vulnerable. From below, he could easily reach every exposed part of my body.

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“Couldn’t Death just tell you why I’m blessed?” Zane laughs. “That would be too easy, Pet. I’ve made arrangements for us to see Mags tomorrow.” “Will you be okay seeing her, and how do you think she can help me?” I ask, finishing the last of my wine. “I can handle Mags, she’s something else, and you will see what I mean tomorrow. She’s isn’t scary. Honestly, she’s mostly harmless. Mags is a shitty mom, and there is a reason she gave me up to Zara. Mags is a psychic witch. She can read people and their auras and tell what someone's intentions are. She can see a person's future or find a lost person, and she can do a lot. It makes sense that she will help you, although I’m unsure how she can.

I don’t want him to stop. Xavier’s massive, muscular frame hovered over me, 6’5 of pure dominant power, abs flexing as he held himself back from taking everything at once. His dark eyes promised both pleasure and possession. “Tell me how it feels, Astrid he whispered, breath ghosting over my most sensitive spot. “Tell your cold mafia boss exactly what you need while you’re still blushing so sweetly for me.” My voice came out small, shaky, and embarrassingly honest. “It feels… too good. I’m scared… but don’t stop. Please don’t stop…”

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

Everyone's eyes widened. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, he visited me." Okay, so this is the short intro to what y'all should be expecting in the second part of MAGICAL. You won't be disappointed. Continue to support the book. I love y'all 🤗💖. I'm sorry I had to make a separate author's note for this one. Chapter 31 is coming up shortly. Thanks💖💖 NB: Please note that the rest of the chapters aren't really available cause I'm still working on them. Nevertheless, I'll try to continue with the daily updates.