Osamu Miya X Reader Novels & Stories

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

*TW* This chapter contains descriptive scenes of a disturbing nature. If you are sensitive to non-consensual sex please skip this chapter, there will be a brief explanation in the next chapter if you wish to avoid the details. Read with caution. *** Mia woke slowly, the world spinning as if she were underwater. The room was dimly lit by old fashioned sconces that glowed like fireflies against the stone walls. Her wrists were bound—not painfully, but firm enough to remind her she wasn’t free. The red bikini clung to her skin, still damp from the pool.

I was about to tell him I didn't want to mingle with his friend but said friend was starting to make his way over causing Tom to smile. "Charlie, meet my good friend Miya, Miya meet my other good friend Charlie" Tom smiles, pointing between us as Charlie comes to a stop beside me "I'll leave you two to get to know each other" Tom smiles, taking steps backwards leaving Charlie and me alone. "So Miya, are you new around here? I haven't seen you around" he asks, wow that shows how successful my attempts to avoid him have been.

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.

"It is thick. Like cream and old wood. It is not the detox, baby." "Look at the reader," I said, nodding toward the counter. He didn't move his eyes from my face for three seconds. The power coming from him was suffocating, a cloud that demanded I give in. Finally, he turned his head. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, his thumb on my scent gland as he looked at the kit. The digital reader was still working. The progress bar was at ninety-nine percent. "What did Aris buy?" I asked, trying to distract both of us from the tension. "The Toronto shares. Is the board completely broken?"

When in contrary his lip tug up in a smirk. And he starts chuckling. Sitting back on my bed. To shake his head in disbelief. " So you say you are not my demon girl. Huh? " Gulping. I nod. Folding my arms on my chest. " Of course not. You are mistaken." " Then who are you?" " I am Mia. A healer. Beta of Ryan's pack." He scoffs. Placing his palms on the bed behind to lay back slightly. " A healer? Really. I never knew demons can be healers."

Alex started fucking me with slow, powerful strokes — pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. “Fuck, this pussy feels even better from behind,” he groaned. “So wet and sloppy with my cum. You’re such a dirty little creampie slut, Mia.” I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, loving how full he made me feel. “Deeper— please, Alex. Wreck me.”

She clears her throat, which forces me to stop admiring her body and look at her face. “Maija, why do you keep calling me Klein?” I groan as I sit up in the bed. She shrugs and smiles without answering, but I already know why. Since the night we kissed, she has been doing it, and I suspect it’s because she wants to put some distance between us. “So, what’s up?” “I’m going downtown to the manga shop; Oda is having a book signing, he’s...” “The creator of One-piece, your favorite Anime, with your first love Zoro.” She looks at me, surprised that I would remember such trivial details she told me in passing, but she does not understand that nothing about her is trivial to me.

What did he want him to know and why? Someone cleared their throat in front of him. He looked up and dropped the book. Mia stood there in a beautiful white dress. A big bag hung on her shoulders. Sometime in between his reading of Xavier’s fake book, the owner had opened the store. “What are you reading?” She glanced at the book. “Your diary.” “You mean Xavier’s diary?” “Yes.” He tucked the book in his purse and followed Mia into the shop. Mia’s voice held concern. “Why would you continue to read it if you know that it’s not real?”