Romans & histoires Papyrus X Reader

POV: Xander When I first saw that app that is very similar to the app Celia likes using to store information she wants to keep secret, believe me, I thought it was just a huge coincidence. I mean it’s just an app that can be installed if you know the right people to go to, so I wasn’t expecting anything else. I just assumed that maybe he got the app the same way Celia got hers, that was just the thought in my head before I started viewing the damn files.

--- The First Page Slides into view. --- Xavier's Eyes Move Across It Once. --- Twice. --- Then The color drains from his face. --- Completely. --- My Voice "Xavier?" --- Nothing --- Xavier Just keeps staring. --- Finally He hands me the page. --- I Read It And immediately understand why. --- Because It's A Letter. --- Written By Elena. --- Dated Three days before her death. --- My Hands Shake As I read the first line. --- > If you're reading this, something has gone terribly wrong.

My fingers flew and tapped on my screen faster than they ever had. “If it is so amazing then show it.” It was a challenge. And one that I would rather not take. “J-Just a minute. Here, it is. Oh, wait. Wrong tab. It’s actually-” Xander did not let me finish what I was about to say because he took the tab from my hands and began reading the contents. I did not know what article he was on because the back of my tablet was facing me. I just hope that whatever he was looking at right now would pass his taste.

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Giving him a sheepish smile in return, I still did not let go of the blanket covering me. But yes, obviously, while I was worrying about one thing, the other thing had been forgotten by me. "What are these?" Xander asked with a hand in the left pocket of his black trousers and the other holding a delicate piece of gold trimmed, pale sheet of paper. "I'm dying to have my lips on yours." His low husky and deep voice with a strong magnetic charm uttered the words so softly but the way his eyes grazed over my lips as he read seemed to be the complete opposite.

The Verification of the Seed Xander stepped onto the porch, his shadow-woven coat looking heavy and out of place against the simple, silvered cedar logs of the cabin wall. He didn't offer a corporate signature or a Sovereign crest. He reached into his pocket and placed the green jade-turned-white fountain pen on the small wooden table beside her chair. The casing was completely dry, its green veins inert, looking like nothing more than a piece of river-stone shaped by an old tool. "The Tenth Volume is open," Xander said, his brown eyes locking onto hers with a quiet, unyielding intensity. "But we didn't sign the registry. We left the milestone in the page-break."

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

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I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.