Mc X Yuri Novels & Stories

Since Yuri could not alter her mind given her heritage, there was no point hiding why she was here. “You have a file on me? Why?” Amber asked with curiosity flashing in her blue eyes. Yuri smiled and leaned back, outstretching his arm and Kimiko placed a wine glass in it. He loved the look of shock on Amber’s face with Kimiko’s sudden appearance. “Thank you, Kimiko. I believe Miss Johnson would prefer a mocha latte and a bottle of water.” “Very well Master Yuri.” Kimiko turned to Amber. “Would you like some breakfast as well? Pancakes and bacon, perhaps?” Kimiko asked.

Master of xingque Hall: [however, I want ten sexy photos from different angles. Yuri: "......" Is it true? Haven't you been stolen your account? Does the Lord of xingque hall really have such a hobby? Yuri was full of questions, but she quickly found some photos of muscle men on the Internet and sent them to try. Master of xingque Hall: [you are questioning my memory, don't you want to cooperate with the transaction?] Yuri: "......" Where is she going to get him ten sexy photos from different angles of Fremingo?

She was younger than Dominic, but no less formidable. Her ambition, Jaxon knew, ran as deep as her brother's. He felt it, a palpable hum of controlled power emanating from her. A delicate silver bracelet, intricately carved, glinted on her wrist. He remembered Dominic giving it to her years ago, a rare moment of familial affection. He slid into the booth opposite her, not bothering with pleasantries. The scent of her perfume, a sharp, almost metallic floral, filled the small space. It suited her.

I raised my hand, stopping Renato from saying any more words, feeling like I was suffocating under the weight of secrets and lies. "I... I can't process this," I stammered, my mind reeling from the revelations. "So please, please let's stop here." Of course, Renato ignored my words and continued anyway. That bastard never listened to me, always doing as he pleased. "When Mikhail married his husband, Paul, it was Sasha's daughter who became their surrogate and gave birth to that boy, Yuri. Unfortunately, she died during childbirth, making Yuri Sasha's grandson and only family. Their relationship is more tangled than you could ever imagine. So, messing with either the boy, or his father is ask

They are really good friends, even without the whole mating thing. “That makes sense…and if the old witch just asks, you’ll tell her that you’ve done what she told you to. You don’t need to break it down for her”. Mei adds, nodding approvingly. “Ah! I almost forgot to tell you!…Tori said she saw Yuga hanging out with some weird group of people! You should— ”. “…And she’s already gone”. Mei snorts. “I can’t believe she left while I was speaking”.

"Right? He used to be so smart. And then suddenly he's quoting Rilke in the rain and talking about how Adrian sees through time." A soft laugh. "I heard he carved their initials into his mirror." "No. That's not—" "I saw it." The second girl shivered audibly. "That's so cult behavior." "They're not a cult," the first one said, quieter now. "They're just... not normal. Too close. Too in sync. Like you're not dating one of them — you're dating both, even when you're only sleeping with one. They don't separate. Ever." "You think they do that on purpose?"

Then the system’s soft chime echoed through the air, clear and almost smug. [Mission: First Cuddle Complete. Reward: +10 Affection Points.]

He had no idea where Yuria came from, and why would she request him to fight her in the arena? She should defeat Dorian first before saying something so arrogant. Chase was put on the spot because of her. He looked at Quinn and Mia with a troubled expression and shrugged helplessly. However, Quinn and Mia were not about to let him off so easily. Yuria was a succubus, a vixen known among Sky Demons. Her specialty was seducing men. If she did not know Chase, why would she ask him into the arena? They were sure something was going on. They just had not found out what it was yet.

Her voice held a twinge of disgust as if she could not understand how anyone could be defiant towards Alpha Zyn. As if she would much rather I obey and stopped making her job more difficult than it had to be. “Tell him to go fuck himself and while he is at it he should consider doing the world a favor by killing himself and also…” I started to say but was interrupted by the searing pain coming from the skin on my lower arm. I yelled in pain. Myra rushed to my side. The pain continued, it felt lIke something was tearing my skin open. I yelled and winced in agony.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.