Pokemon Kieran X Reader Novels & Stories

I said, glad I’d decided against the romance, “It’s about a crew of pirates who travel the world in search of magical artifacts.” “It sounds entertaining,” Lucian said. “It’s pretty good.” Kieran returned and Lucian took his turn. He slid under the covers next to me. I could feel the heat from his body along my side. “Are you reading?” he asked. “Yeah, an e-book,” I explained. “Yeah, my brother’s always reading,” Kieran said. “I’ve never been able to sit still that long.” That did not surprise me at all. “We can’t exactly be active right now,” I pointed out.

The same bed— That held pieces of a life Eli no longer remembered. Kieran leaned forward. Resting his elbows on his knees. His hands came up— Running through his hair. For once— He didn’t look like the Alpha. He looked tired. “…You’re forgetting me again…” His voice was quiet. Not angry. Not demanding. Just… hurt. His eyes closed briefly. And for a moment— He let himself feel it. Not control it. Not bury it. Feel it.

Their attention snapped to me at once. The bond surged warm, steady, grounding. Caspian’s concern wrapped around my ribs like a shield, Kieran’s presence pressing close, firm and unyielding, reminding me I was not alone. They moved toward me instinctively, not crowding, just… there. Caspian’s hand brushed my back. Kieran’s thumb traced slow circles at my wrist. Then Kieran’s gaze dropped. To the book. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing with recognition. He leaned closer, studying the worn cover, the faded sigils along the spine.

Kane stood beside his sleek black McLaren, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he flicked his cigar to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. The night was thick with tension, but it wasn't from the fight. It was from the blonde currently kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she worked him over with practiced ease. He should have been feeling something. Pleasure. Satisfaction. A hint of release. But instead, he felt nothing. Her mouth was warm, wet, eager—but there was no fire in it. No spark. No real connection. Just another woman desperate to say she had been with Kane Shawn. The underground champion. The undefeated god of the ring.

Kian scanned them and immediately spotted what he was looking for. He pulled the book out from the shelf. My First Love that Blooms in Spring. Kian shook his head as he read the title on the cover. "I already found him. Oliver Sung." A voice echoed in the bookshop. "Proceed with our plan." Kian replied. Pil stood beside him, holding a book. "Yes, boss." Kian faced him, showing a troubled look on his face. "Mina saw me meet you at Gangsil." Pil didn't look surprised and worried. "You're the greatest GK member. Don't tell me you're--"

The skin across the knuckles is heavily scarred. Kane. My perspective is completely locked behind his eyes. I am trapped inside the immense, suffocating weight of his muscles, feeling the coiled power of an Alpha wolf ready to snap. Kane sits down heavily on the cold stone porch of the pack house, staring into the dark tree line. He is bleeding out emotionally. I feel his phantom thoughts crashing into my brain like waves, echoing with a devastating finality. " Fifteen years of war. Fifteen years of waiting. And my reward is a boy who looks at me like I am a death sentence. I will tear my own soul apart before I beg. "

Within seconds, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood before me, his skin covered in scars, his eyes still glowing like molten gold. His body nude in front of me as he walked, crossing his arms over his chest. It took everything in me not to look down at his chest, his toned ups and his cock which stood prominent right in front of me. He smirked. “Not bad, little Omega. You’ve got some fire in you. I am impressed.” I didn’t lower my guard. “Who are you?” The man tilted his head, studying me like I was something interesting, something unexpected. “Name’s Kieran. And you?Considering that you are in my territory, I believe that you can tell that you do not belong here, but you should not be here.”

Kieran released my hand and, as he walked away, said, "When I get home, I'll bring you your favorite cranberry cupcakes." With that, he headed toward the VIP room at the end of the corridor, where Cecelia was being cared for by the pack's finest healers. I stood there watching him disappear into the distance. Suddenly, I laughed, and tears began streaming down my face. "I don't believe you anymore..." I whispered to the empty air and to my own dying heart. "Kieran, I will never believe any of your promises ever again."

Well, his family drama is none of my business, my business is making Kieran fall madly in love with me and ask me to be his lover and then I will be done with my contract. “What next after the contract?” She asked herself, finding no answers she went back to the living room to watch TV wondering what exactly Kieran is doing in his room. Kieran has a secret room in his room, he placed his fingerprint and it opened instantly as he went in, it closed back. He took his seat and called his private doctor on the phone. “Good day Mr Kieran.” The doctor said, “Good day doc. You asked me to call you, will I have an appointment with you soon?”

Kieran said, his voice smooth as velvet, laced with a certainty that made my stomach twist. He stood tall, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the rose-lined path, his black shirt clinging to his powerful frame. His dark hairs were slightly disheveled and he looked nothing but …… beautiful. I swallowed hard, my eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before darting away. I could not even hold an eye contact with him. My nerves weren’t just because of Kieran—though his dominating aura, the sheer force of his alpha presence, made me feel small and exposed.