Phantom Troupe X Reader Novels & Stories

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

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After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

I could not find any reason why I can’t read hear her thoughts. I needed to know more about her family. I sat down on the couch, and I sent my buddy Xander a text and asked him if he could get his assistant to investigate her background for me. He texted back a thumbs up and I put away my phone in time for Tiffany to come out of her room. “Hey.” She said shyly. “Hey baby.” I greeted her back. I watched her blush as she continued to look at me. I crooked a finger at her and beckoned her to sit down next to me.

Our treaty with Elle, extends to her mate’s territory, although only select rogues are welcome within Damon’s lines. The warriors at the gates check the car, and then wave me through. The type of partnership, Elle, Damon, and Xander have is unheard of in our world, but it somehow works. My fingers tap against the steering wheel, centering my breathing, which has become erratic. Wheels twist against the pavement, as the SUV onto the street the Simmons live.

“This is how you do it. We move as a unit. A throuple. A single front.” Ava felt her knees weaken. Xander stared at him, shaking with anger. “How does that help the situation? I’m beginning to think I made a mistake suggesting that we become a throuple.” “I think allowing the world to see the truth is what’s best, because the truth will eventually come to light.” Ava whispered, throat dry, “Just come inside first, the neighbors are watching.” Tristan smirked. “Of course we will.” “I do not like the sound of this,” Xander whispered as he stepped back to let him in.

he exclaimed, motioning for him to come to him. Thyron approached quickly, and Xander whispered something. I'd like to hear what they're saying, but I'm too far away. What did he say quietly? "Thank you, bro!" Xander exclaimed as Thyron nodded. Xander quickly left and approached Jannah. Kyaahhhh! Xander trades Thyron for Jannah as a partner. Wow! Yeyyy! I had assumed they were not partners! As they looked at me, I just smiled. ""Is my impact on you that great, Ms. Duffel, that you're still smiling?"

I looked like a ghost who had crashed a ball she didn’t belong at. Liam was pacing again, his hands running through his hair every few seconds, muttering things I couldn’t make out. Every once in a while, he’d stop and glance at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t trust himself to. Xves hadn’t moved from where he stood — a few feet away, near the columns, shadows carving sharp lines across his face. His shirt was torn near the shoulder, streaked with a faint smear of blood. He looked dangerous like that — calm and unreadable, but coiled tight under the skin.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

Then, I picked up my phone. I wanted to send Ruby a message. I wanted to tell her that I had found Casper. I had just unlocked my phone when the chat suddenly flooded in. [Oh my god! Ms. Xander is really carrying bricks!] [She has blisters on her hands… I checked the later parts of the story. She really is extremely rich. Can someone explain what is going on?]