Nightmare Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

She gave the command, and the first wave headed for the entry point, her teammates moving so quickly, she could hardly track them, even with her superhuman abilities. Mikali and Mila both had X-ray vision the same way that Jo did, but they’d still be diving into that doorway not knowing exactly what they were getting into. For all they knew, a thousand Vampires could be waiting on the other side. As she sprinted to follow them in, Jo tried to see through the layer of stone so that she’d have a sense of what they were facing, but running at full speed did not make it easy to focus, and all she could see were the same empty halls she’d seen earlier that day.

Now it's Occisor's turn to bathe. Sasha sits on the bed and picks up one of the books, she is now starting to read the lycanthropic session books. The first book is about Mahni and Selene. She's still in the part where they both train for the big day of the contest. When she finishes reading the second page, the door opens and Occisor enters only with a towel around his waist. Even though she has already gotten used to sleeping with a naked man beside her, Sasha still feels her cheeks heat up whenever he enters the room and takes off his towel. He lays down and she smells the air, the smell that comes from him is very good. She takes a deep breath and stares him in the eye, so as not to let

But his skin color, it’s so pale. “I’m Felix Lazarus Crimson.” He bent down and placed his lips on the back of my palm. “How did you-” My eyes widened when he starts to get blurred as if he was now fading. “Wait!” I shouted but he didn’t hear me until he vanish in front of me. I open my eyes and sat down on my bed, gasping for air. I didn’t remember myself falling asleep. I thought I was just staring at my ceiling. Crimson eyes. His face flashed in my mind, the way he smile and the way he said that he finally found me. What is he talking about? Have we met before? Because I can’t remember a single thing that we met.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

I can only seem to breathe heavily and moan like I was in some kind of heat. I was though. I was very hot at the moment. It was like someone had set me on fire. And that someone was the alpha of the Crimson Moon pack. Xavier soon grows impatient, the flicks of his tongue getting desperate as he sought for something. I hear the sound of papers being swiped aside, books thrown and I swore I heard something break. But Xavier doesn't pull away, neither of us do. My hands reach in his hair, tugging at his soft strands as I am too desperate for something he alone can give me.

How on earth did I go from a girl who'd blush hard whenever my twin sister spoke dirty to a girl who orgasmed from touching herself in front of a cold Alpha? As if the dreams and constant pleasuring myself weren't enough, I grew bold enough to play Xavier's dirty games. Heck, it seemed like I was the inventor of the game. Xavier fucked me so hard the whole evening and through the night like he was starved and was certain that he wouldn't live another day. I was even surprised that I had matched his energy, but unlike me, who'd crashed out in bed immediately he was done, Xavier still managed to get dressed and walked out of my room, like he hadn't just destroyed me. He sure did see me as noth

“Your father’s logistics company filed for bankruptcy three years ago, and my reports say he had a significant gambling debt even before that. Clearly, your mom’s job as a nurse assistant can’t clear one-tenth of it especially with poor Ethan, your little brother who was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect.” The world tilts. My practiced confidence shatters instantly. “Mr. Hale, I can explain. I promise I’m not here to scam anyone—” “Don’t cut me off while I’m still talking next time.” His expression turns cold, and I swallow, because there’s actually nothing to say. This man just took apart my entire life in the space of one evening and is now reciting it back to me like it’s nothing.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

They don't have guns, they just have baseball bats and sharp objects. My knees were shaking as I watched. I also noticed that Xanti was stunned, maybe he didn't expect that. I was frozen in place before my mouth was held. When those men ran and they each had a target man. I watch them how to fight. Gavin was very fast and I could hardly see him because of his speed, while Xanti was like he was not moving from his place and was just hitting the man who was approaching him. He doesn't use his hand and only hits them using his feet on the neck causing those who approach him to fall asleep quickly.

Soft, sultry music began to fill the space. Sarah’s chest rose and fell with anxiety. This was real. She was really going to have BDSM sex with a monster. A man she loathed. Her mind flashed to Vincent—his touch, his warmth, his love. She had thought he would be her last. He was enough. He was everything. But fate—cruel, mocking fate—had dragged her into this. “Still scared?” Xander’s voice was low, smooth, almost amused. Sarah’s eyes met his. He looked like something out of a vampire fantasy—sharp, sculpted, alluring in a way that made her skin crawl and her breath hitch.