Mammon X Reader Novels & Stories

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The memory of the alleyway and the beasts remained a haunting presence over the next few hours: becoming an obsession. I found myself scouring the book for any scrap of information I could find. The pages spoke of the beasts' honor, of a bond between them and their human mates that was sacred and unbreakable. Though it was all mythology, I couldn’t help but wonder about it. I hadn’t believed in the beasts, and now, I couldn’t deny their existence. So, who's to say the kind of connection the book spoke of wasn’t real, too.

He asked me. I remembered talking to my mom about helping me out with my college debt and her laughing in my face. "My...mom isn't really up for that idea," I said quietly. "Your father?" He asked. I instantly froze and felt all the color drain from my face. "My dad...isn't with us," I said while looking down at my intertwined fingers. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories!

He wanted to catalog her as if she were a product that could be displayed in a cabinet and admired. Raven gave him small things. She told him about the sound of Jaxon smoking in the penthouse long after the city fell asleep. She described a ridiculous story of a man who once tried to teach Jaxon how to dance and failed spectacularly, a story that bent the iron façade into something human enough that Zane would covet it. He ate those crumbs and, in return, he offered up his confessions. He even bragged about an account in Marseille that moved funds under his mother’s code. It was arrogance built on a mother’s wealth.

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

Chapter 3: Confession Booth Gangbang The faint crackle of the emergency radio died under another violent roll of thunder, but the rescue signal had already planted a seed of urgency in the candlelit sanctuary. Elias lay sprawled across the communion table, chest heaving, cum still leaking slowly from his freshly fucked hole onto the polished wood. Marcus leaned over him, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his sweat-damp forehead, his large hands stroking Elias’s sides with a tenderness that felt dangerously close to love.

Just then the person who had been knocking opened the door and got inside the room with a frown on his face but Wrath ignored him as he laid Serefina on the couch. The man had same golden eyes like him, black hair. He was tall and lean in physique with an annoying smile on his face. He was Mammon, the second deadly sin of greed. “ Wait ? You killed her already ” Mammon said when his eyes landed on Serefina but Wrath ignored him. “ Come on, did you finally kill her ” “ Can't you see she's still breathing or are you blind ” Wrath glared at him. “ Whoa, calm down I'm the one who is suppose to be mad at you cause I have been knocking on the door and you refused to open it ”

freak. Damien smiled wider. "Now you understand why I cannot remain mated to such a creature. I Damien Holden, Beta of Silver Creek Pack under the rule of Alpha Theodore reject you Laila Ashwood, as my mate. You are not worthy of any true werewolf." The rejection hit me like a physical blow. I felt something tear inside my chest, like my heart was being ripped in half. The pain was so bad I couldn't breathe. I fell to my knees in the dirt, clutching my chest.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “She’s mine,” he repeated, dragging the words out now, slow and lethal and dripping with filth. “She’s my Luna. My kitten. My cum-hungry little mate. And no one—no one—will ever touch her again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any fucking universe.” Camilla looked like she was going to throw up. But I— I was soaked. Trembling. Addicted. Absolutely fucking gone. And Damon? He hadn’t even gotten started yet. To be fucking continued.