Novel & Cerita Micah Yujin X Reader

"If this is what I think it is…the gods be praised. Micah was seated on an armchair in her chamber; an open book lay before her on a wooden table, the rays of the oil lamp radiating on it. Although the book was open, Micah's mind had long zoned out. She was in deep thoughts, going through memory lane; more than anything, she was pained, and she felt betrayed. It was nightfall in Decreash, and Micah had been restless, unable to sleep. She opened a book to read, but still it did not help. Her mind flashed back to the day she had gone to visit Jazell. She was the one that brought the idea of taking Vashi down, and what did Jazell tell her…

My job in the most prestigious company might be at risk of recklessly failing the task given to me. As soon as the man was picked up by the ambulance and rushed to the hospital, I went back to the golf course to double-check nothing was lost. After securing the place, I went back to our simple abode to remove the blood that stained my hands. My name is Madison Garfield. But my family and friends used to call me "Mikai". I'm turning twenty-five in a week. There's nothing special about me, really. I did not consider myself a lucky one because, in my twenty-five years of existence, I am still daydreaming about my ultimate crush who happens to be my best friend.

My clit starts to throb, I want him to move, I want to move, I want him to- "Alright as long as we can get it then I'll be good for another long while." The guy chimes and I hear him standing up. "See you." He waves before walking away. "Good girl." Micah praises. "Don't come." He orders. "Micah." I whisper and he shakes his head. "We are going to find a room." He whispers. "Please." I beg clenching and I see his eyes spark.

His gaze is intense, as if he’s peeling away every layer of me, seeing me in ways no one else ever could, wanting nothing more than to make me smile endlessly. “Yes… I want that smile to stay on your face for as long as I can remember,” he murmurs, and it makes my heart thrum faster. “And you say you don’t read minds, Lucien,” I ask again, curiosity. I can feel him somehow, know exactly what I’m thinking. “You’re easy to read, Maya,” he says softly, and I frown just slightly, I feel the stir of desire as his cock comes back to life against me. I whine, grinding my clit lightly against him, aching to feel him fully.

He bent low again, mouth covering Micah’s cock—slow, patient, cruelly sweet. Micah cried out, lost in the sensation. Roman’s hand slipped beneath him, curling inside, drawing moans, pulling whimpers. Roman stopped. Pulled away. Left Micah panting, aching, undone. Roman straightened, buttoning his cuffs. “You’re learning.” And just like that, he was gone. Micah lay back, empty and desperate, knowing the wait was just beginning.

The variety of cuisines were abundant that it truly overwhelmed Meghaal. "Why's the asshat running late I wonder" She asked Mikkel as she stuffed her mouth with sushi. "Maybe the nerves actually got to him?" "Him? pfft no way. He acts like the ground he walks on turns into gold. And sadly, so does everyone else." Mikkel stuffed his face with a mixture of blueberry and strawberry cheesecake and replied with his mouth full. "You really do hate him don't you?"

Mia's POV I turned around slowly, and my stomach dropped. "Jade?" I said, my voice coming out lower than I intended because I could not believe what I was seeing. She is Jade Miller, from my Literature class, and she was standing right there in the middle of this place, dressed in something that left very little to the imagination, staring back at me with the same exact look of horror that I knew was on my face. "Mia," she breathed, her eyes going wide, and for a second neither of us said anything, we just stood there.

But as I took a few steps, I halted and turned to her. “He can just add you to his fuck list,” I said, my voice low and cold. “Since you have feelings for him, fucking your best friend wouldn’t hurt.” Her eyes widened like I’d slapped her. She hadn’t expected that from me…well she was only just learning who I was. “What?” Maxello sounded stunned before looking at Mia, who shifted away from him, her cheeks burning already. He reached for her, but she pulled back like his touch disgusted her. Tears spilled down her face. For a second I felt nothing…. no triumph or satisfaction I used to feel when I hurt intentionally, only an ugly numbness. She looked at me with those hurt, innocent eyes and t

Ryan Mila’s hand resting on my knee was the only warm thing left in the alley. The rain had soaked through my jacket hours ago. Cold water dripped steadily from the rusted fire escape overhead, splashing onto the concrete between Justin’s boots and mine. Somewhere deeper inside the clubhouse, pipes groaned behind old walls and muffled voices drifted through the floorboards. But out here, beneath the weak yellow glow of the alley light, everything felt frozen in place. Except her touch. It felt small. But steady. And real. It anchored me to the step beneath me before I completely drifted apart.

I can't believe I am doing this. Micah holds my waist, and I feel his fingers entering me instantly. It hurts the moment he enters, but I suppress the pain. "This will hurt," he says. Using his saliva and preparing me, Micah lines his member to my hole. He thrusts in one go without slowing down. I grip the pillows hard and bury my face in them to keep my voice low since guards and maids are outside. Meanwhile, Micah keeps on moving. He pulls me by my waist till it's so deep that I accidentally cry out.