Merman X Reader Novels & Stories

His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared. Xander pressed his me closer to the shelves and leaned towards my ears to whisper. "I was curious where my little wifey disappeared to but who would have thought she was busy reading a historical dark novel about how a girl was fucked every night by a demon she summoned from hell." My eyes popped out when I heard about the contents of the book. Why the hell did Bertha recommend such a book to me? That girl set me up! "I heard the demon once tied her to the bed blindfolded and used a dagger to make her cum multiple times." Xander just had to add, but was that even possible?

Hexa stood up suddenly and walked towards her. Mrtyu could see the sharp eyes behind his mask and took a deep inhale and exhale to plot the idea to save herself and smiled sheepishly, “Mr Hexa De Morte, the dead merchant (She bite her tongue) The merchant of demise, can you explain why my stay is needed in your villa?” Hexa picked the nearest seat beside her and watched her lips moving while she mentioned his name. His enraged mind got cooled instantly after hearing his name from her mouth and he was a little excited by that, “What makes your lips move like cherry blossoms that are dancing in spring wind?”

The merman secures the entrance with a cobalt metal bolt, creating an impenetrable barrier from prying eyes. In the dimly illuminated room adorned with dark red glowing crystals, Trent and Hunter finally get a better look at the mysterious merman who had welcomed them into the secret hideout. The merman's tail is discreetly covered by a tight, form-fitting sleeve, concealing the color of his scales. He dons a long-sleeved top and a mask, ensuring that no identifying features are visible, except for his imposing size. Trent nods in acknowledgment, patiently awaiting some form of briefing or test from this enigmatic figure.

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

"The guy who yanked not only me out of the closet, but the hangers, shoe rack, and last season's wardrobe." ----–------- Author's Note Thank you for diving into this story with me! I wanted to give you a quick heads-up about one of our key characters, Kairos, who happens to be a merman. As a sea person, his world differs from ours, as is how he refers to specific concepts. He may use "mer terminology" when describing some objects, concepts, and experiences that might sound unfamiliar. But don’t worry, I will ensure you always know what he’s talking about.

Chapter 5 After a moment or so, he made his way over to where her breasts were. He lightly grazed his hands over them, cupping the two mounds and massaging them gently. He let his fingers touch against the edge of her covered nipple, and when he did that, Emma whimpered in anticipation, loving the way the man teased her so. He continued to move his fingers against it, and soon the nipple was hardening through the fabric of her swimsuit despite the fact that she had padding. Emma was moaning wantonly, her body wanting more contact and friction from this attractive man.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

His eyes and voice were the most scariest thing the receptionist had ever seen. “I think the doctor said you are good to go” she answers him. “I insist” he says and waits and without delaying she hands him the book, looks at it page by page and smiles, points at a name. “Tyler, mmmmh” he says and closes the book without writing anything in it, he slowly walks away leaving the receptionist shocked, he was such a weirdo. She ignores him and puts back the book since she did not want any problem, she knew they were dangerous and the most strongest pack and she could not mess with them and so she chooses not to say a word to anyone about all ‘that’.

He just sits there listening, his hands resting on the arms of his chair, I still can’t read what he’s thinking but he doesn’t look angry. So I keep talking. “Mara’s different. She’s all sharp edges and anger, pushes everyone away before they can get close enough to hurt her.” I pick at a thread on my pants, pulling it loose without meaning to. “She won’t let me in anymore. Won’t let me help. Just keeps telling me to leave them alone like I’m the problem instead of the person trying to hold everything together.” I look at him again, searching his face for any sign that he’s listening, that any of this is getting through. His eyes are still on me, steady and focused in a way that makes my che