Norton Campbell X Reader Novels & Stories

Gort have followed my instruction to fire her then? “Hehehe. You are pretty good at putting on airs!” Zayn sneered at Kayson. Kayson’s gaze was cold, and he did not wish to explain further. Queenie said anxiously, “Kayson, w-who did you call earlier?” Kayson said, “Xander Campell.” Queenie exclaimed, “Xander Campell… Is that the second wealthiest man in Clouspring?” Kayson nodded. Queenie was puzzled while next to her, Faye said in confusion, “Xander… How can it possibly be useful for you to call him when he doesn’t even own the Jospring Group?”

Gort have followed my instruction to fire her then? “Hehehe. You are pretty good at putting on airs!” Zayn sneered at Kayson. Kayson’s gaze was cold, and he did not wish to explain further. Queenie said anxiously, “Kayson, w-who did you call earlier?” Kayson said, “Xander Campell.” Queenie exclaimed, “Xander Campell… Is that the second wealthiest man in Clouspring?” Kayson nodded. Queenie was puzzled while next to her, Faye said in confusion, “Xander… How can it possibly be useful for you to call him when he doesn’t even own the Jospring Group?”

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Xavier’s head went down but a smirk lingered on his lips. “How long have you been here?” he asked brushing off the obvious. Wait what am I supposed to do in the presence of an Alpha, I mean I’m a wolf too so should I show some sort of respect or hold his hands or something? Why didn’t Dad educate me a bit jeez? “You don’t have to do anything Campbell” I hear Xavier say chucking at the end. “Huh—Can you read minds too, is that some kind of Alpha’s power or something?” I asked genuinely curious.

"Miss Anderson,you'd be staying in my house until you are able to leave on your own and I promise your safety is assured you don't have to feel insecure." "Ok" Camile replied "You would love the place"Elena said "What's your name tyrant father?" sigh this lady sure knows how to piss him off "Please my name is Caleb Campbell" "Ok Caleb" "Shouldn't it be Mr Campbell to you?" "No it's either Caleb or tyrant father. With nothing to refute her with he sighed and the rest of the ride home was silent.

Under the influence, but not inebriated. "And," I say, pointing to my chest a second too soon. "I was the best reader out of any Unfortunate in my age group." As he sits in front of me, he smiles and drags his finger across his lip. He rests his ankle on his knee and holds his whiskey over his shin by the glass's rim. "What kind of books do they read in those camps anyway?" I shrug. "A bit of everything. Although, the stories were hard to follow as most of them were missing pages. Some of them, whole chapters had been ripped out."

Or Xander is keeping it tight to the vest. The Alpha couple wanted to stay longer but no pack can survive with the prolonged absence of its Alpha. Charity and Matt returning with them. Xander won’t return home with Nora in this condition, too afraid something would happen. “Mr. Campbell?” A nurse says, walking into the room, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Andrew wrapped up in my arms. The homophobe turned cold the moment we introduced each other as partners.

It was cold, simple, and completely un-programmed. I looked at Xander. His brown eyes were fixed on me, full of an absolute, unforced devotion that didn't owe its existence to a corporate hedge or an interface design. The billionaire romance was dead; the Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts trapped in the old pages. We were just two remainder numbers that had refused to be rounded to zero. I took the charcoal. I didn't write a law. I didn't write an assignment. On the smooth, vertical face of a massive letter M that stood like an archway over our new camp, I wrote the first true name of our destination: