Pedro Pascal X Reader Novels & Stories

The warrior immediately drew his weapon and said coldly, “You’re nothing without the Ancestral God Rank Elixir.” “Enough with the nonsense.” Xandros stood up and said, “Step back, Pascal Waalkes.” “Lord Tegan, he’s being too arrogant. I’ll teach him a lesson for you.” Pascal immediately prepared to take action. Xandros ordered, “Step back.” “Understood.” Pascal put away his weapon. James pointed his long sword forward and stared at each of the human powerhouses in the main hall. Then, he said indifferently, “Who else opposes my son as the Human Race and the Heavenly Court’s Lord?”

Today was fully a week since the assassination attempt by Phillip Pedrosa on his boyfriend, Theodore Pedrosa. Erick pulled the chair near Theo's bed, opens the shabby page of Theo's favourite novel entitled Being Henry David by Cal Armistead. Everyone who saw that shabby book would know how often that man had read it. For a moment, he looked away from the book, staring at Theo, who still had not regained consciousness.

He hugged her tightly, his small arms squeezing around her neck, then crawled across the bed to Nikolai, who had been sitting quietly on the other side, book resting on his knee. “Night, Dad,” Pascal mumbled, wrapping his arms around Nikolai’s neck. Nikolai hugged him back, one hand steady on Pascal’s back. “Night, buddy. But wait…” Pascal pulled back just enough to look up, blinking slowly. “What?” Nikolai reached for the book Tiana had set aside. “One more story. Short one. Dad’s turn.” Pascal’s eyes lit up despite the yawn. “Really?” “Really,” Nikolai said. He opened the book to a different page, one they hadn’t reached yet, and began reading in a low, steady voice.

" Pablo Neruda. As much as I didn’t want to admit it: I’m addicted to Mr. X. He always gave me good morning and good night, always kept himself present, and when he could not, always found a way to talk to me. Mr. X says: Good night, Doce. Dahlia Penedo Salazar says: Good night to you, Mr. X. Mr. X says: I have some news for you. You’re the first person I’m telling. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Say, I’m already dying of curiosity. Mr. X says: I’m applying for a position as Division Director in Switzerland. If all goes well, Switzerland will soon be my new home.

“Well, babies, I'm going to make it easy for you; I swear I won't kill anyone who tells me the truth.” “Sir, I promise you that I will tell you everything.” Pascal shouted, almost choking with saliva, and immediately Angelo executed Chap. “Well, I'm all ears, Don Pascal; tell me then.” “Mr. Angelo, what happens is that Mrs. Ximena has proof that Luis bribed some politicians to award him some mines; I have no idea what is going on with Max.” “Excellent! You are a very smart guy, confessing to saving your own skin regardless of your friends.”

Deliberate. The door opened almost immediately. Pascal stood there, backlit by the soft glow of the interior lights, his expression unreadable. He was tall — taller than Ethan with sharp features and dark eyes that seemed to see straight through people. His presence was commanding in a way that made the air feel heavier, more dangerous. "Anna," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Merry Christmas," I said dryly. Pascal's lips curved into a faint smile. He stepped aside without a word, gesturing for me to come in.

Pedro's POV. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window of my home office, phone pressed tightly to my ear, fury boiling in my veins. “Mr. Pascal. What the hell do you mean my shipment hasn't arrived yet?" There was a sudden knock on the door. "Come in!" I barked, not taking my eyes off the city skyline. "Don't worry, Mr. Pascal. I'll get to the bottom of this," I said sharply before ending the call.

he reasons out but Joseff just gives him a nod and looks in front again. And Pedro not liking the guy’s reply moves a little forward and extended his right hand. “I am Pierro Ezrael Olivarez, but you can call me Pedro. You are?” Pedro asked even if Joseff seems uninterested. Joseff didn't talk but instead of feeling irritated Pedro smiles and looked around for some things he could use to gain his snob seatmates' attention. And he saw the book that the guy was reading earlier with a name handwritten below.

Jared shouted as Pascal walk to him. " Yeah, it's a new one." Pascal answered "Oh, that's great. Come on, let's go party and don't be an introvert. " Jared whine and Pascal chuckle " I'm not. " Pascal protest "You are. You've never gotten laid nor club before." Jared tell "Yes, because all I do is get to follow you around." Pascal tell as he walk out of the sitting room to the compound with Jared "Wanna blame me now." Jared scoff entering the car