Malleus X Reader Novels & Stories

There seemed no point for it beyond setting a creepy mood, which may be conducive to the power of suggestion. Open mind, he reminded himself. You promised Bias you’d go into this with an open mind. Brad and Bias took a seat on the red leather loveseat in the far right corner, while Topher walked over to the bookshelf. Every third book was still turned upside down; Brad hadn’t fixed them. Topher ran his EMF reader up and down the bookcase. “Nothing unusual yet,” he said, “but the night is young. I’m going to start the EVP session.”

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

She looked for it in her room but she could not find it. “Where’s my freaking phone,” she blurts out to herself. She went back to the dining where Selene is, just staring outside watching the raindrops on their windows. “I can’t find my damn phone, let me just use yours.” Faye grabbed Selene’s phone and noticed something on the back inside her clear phone case. She took it and saw the black card Lucas gave her. “Domus Malum..” Faye read the text written in gold ink. “I know this, I have heard of this! Where did you get this?” she asks Selene who is now looking at her.

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Her heart skipped a beat as she experienced a moment of memory, recalling the sharp bite of the barrel pressing against her forehead— “Get a move on.” He jerked his head toward the door, and though she half-expected him to brandish the pistol, it stayed holstered. With a sigh of annoyance, Mia bookmarked the location and turned off her e-reader before sliding off the loveseat and walking toward the goon in her bare feet. She didn’t bother with shoes, figuring he wouldn’t allow her

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

"What are you doing? We fell and then you were gone." She turns to me, her eyes wide. "Alec, it's incredible. Look at all these people and these things. I've never seen anything like this before. Just look at that." She points, and I follow her finger. My eyes land on a stall selling enchanted crystal balls, each one pulsing with a different color. The vendor, a tall and slender woman with pointed ears, is surrounded by a group of fairies who are haggling over the price of a purple orb.

She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet! In real life, our famous author is quiet, withdrawn, and far more comfortable inside her imagination than in anyone’s arms. That’s until her fiction starts watching her back. When a mysterious reader begins sending her deeply personal gifts and unsettlingly precise notes, Alessia is forced to confront the possibility that someone out there sees her far too clearly. Someone who doesn’t just read her stories but understands her.

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV My heart was hammering so loud that I could literally hear it in my ears as I crawled onto the ritual mattress. The dark sheet was already damp in places, sticky with Lena’s juices and the men’s sweat. The whole room reeked of raw sex; thick and sweet musk that made my pussy clench before anyone even touched me. Lena’s stepdad cupped my jaw firmly but not cruelly, tilting my face up. His thick cock brushed my lips, hot and heavy, already slick from Lena’s juices.