Mammon X Reader Novels & Stories

Damon kept questioning me: "Answer me! Stop acting in front of me. Uncle was perfectly healthy before you got pregnant. How could he suddenly fall sick right after our mating ceremony? I won't believe you. Stop pretending in front of me!" He repeated his thoughts, but his actions were clearly panicked. On the other side, his little white flower Ivory was also uncomfortable. "Damon, don't believe her. Clever liars are always this thorough, creating these scary props. How unlucky! Isn't she afraid of karma? She has no bottom line when it comes to money!" "Sage, stop pretending. The money's already been returned to you. Damon has already seen through you. You two are finished. Aren't you afraid

he chuckled a little at his attempt at humor, ignoring the fact that Xavier didn't laugh but stared at him intently. "Karenina Mason is no ordinary hybrid. She was born with the power of the sacred moonstone and her spirituality as the descendant of a holy priest," Ben began with a significant and authoritative intonation in his voice, adding an emotional dimension to his story. Xavier, deepening in his disbelief, could not hide the mixed feelings that flooded through him. "How is this possible?" the Alpha of Westwood asked.

* * * I haven't seen Ember the whole day, I've gotten so used to her presence that I can sense the emptiness when she's not around. After taking off my running clothes, I settle for comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, then pile my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head. I pull out the Lycan book alpha Haiden gave to me and run my fingers over the cover. Taking in a deep breath, I open it and start reading the first page. I need to read the whole book and compare it to the vision I had back in the cave. I don't know how long I've been reading the book but as soon as I flip the next page, a knock comes at my door, before i can answer, Aamon steps in. I don't even know why he bothers knock

Liam sat up, his legs dangling over the side of the table. Dr. Cross stepped forward, his cock right in front of Liam's face. "Suck it," he said. "Show Daddy you're worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars." Liam leaned forward, his heart pounding. He opened his mouth and took the head of Dr. Cross's cock inside. It was hot and heavy, tasting of clean skin. He wrapped his lips around the shaft and began to suck, his tongue swirling around the tip.

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, making me dazed for a moment before I got back to my senses. “Yes, yes. Sure thing. But for that, you have to find the mole.” Haron stated. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Mole?” I pondered. Mole for what? “Yes, mole. This type of magic needs the blood of a relative of the victim or their mate’s relative as a sacrifice. A willing sacrifice. Alice doesn’t have any relatives as far as you have told me. On the other hand, the royal family members aren’t too much. Who do you think would willingly give their blood to harm you and your mate?” The question was directed towards Aaron.

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

I should be calculating my next move like I’d been trained to. But all I could think about was how his toned abs would feel under my fingers. What the fuck is wrong with me? Thinking about his hands when I should be looking for exits? I let out a shaky breath and sat down, only for the lights to dim—on their own. The quiet hum of electricity filled the room as the monitor blinked awake. My name blinked across the screen in crimson red letters. MICAH REED — STATUS: RECONDITIONING INITIATED. My skin went cold. What the hell was this place?

the spy muttered into his earpiece, his camera discreetly capturing every moment while transmitting the footage along with his gathered intelligence to Mammon, Asmo's closest brother and a powerful figure in the underworld. In the heart of a towering skyscraper, Mammon's office exuded an aura of power and wealth. The room was adorned with opulent furnishings, from the plush leather chairs to the gleaming mahogany desk, a testament to his status as the CEO of the world bank. Mammon's reaction was immediate and furious. In a fit of silent rage, he demolished objects in his office, his mind consumed with jealousy and anger. Determined to eliminate what he saw as a threat to his brother's focus

My back arched off the ground, head thrown back as moans poured from my lips in ragged bursts—“Oh fuck, yes, pound my tight ass harder like some fucking monster, stretch me all up.” The filthy words tumbled out unfiltered, my voice hoarse and desperate, spurring him on while my hands clawed at the dirt, nails digging in as waves of pleasure-pain crashed through me. His eyes were still locked on mine with that savage hunger, never slowing his punishing rhythm that had me teetering on the edge but not tipping over. Maddox growled down at me with that smug, dominant edge, “You asked for it, you greedy little fuck,” he said, his voice rough and commanding as he hammered into me with precision, n