Quackity X Reader Novels & Stories

Since I had deliberately hidden my injured right hand inside my loose white coat, Megan didn't notice it was hurt at all. She strode up to me and, without a word, slapped me across the face. "Donovan, as a doctor, how could you let jealousy drive you to kill your own patient? You're not even fit to be called human!" I pressed my tongue against the inside of my stinging cheek, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone from Megan's group already discreetly pulling out a camera. I chuckled inwardly. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever kill my patient? Pierre's surgery—"

"Wait. The state's top scorer? That was the side character?" "Hold on, this plot is not going the way it's supposed to. Am I reading this wrong?" "Oh. Oh, I get it now. The side character figured out Joey could read minds, and she fed her wrong answers on purpose." "I've been calling this girl an idiot this whole time, and she's been playing on a completely different level." The next second, both my phones started ringing at once. One was an admissions office from an Ivy. The other was a recruiter from a second one.

This is Quillon's story and the third book in the Rare Wolf series. As always, please read at your own risk. This story contains explicit scenes, 18+ (which we all love), and an abundance of love and butterflies that may crawl in your stomach to create havoc in your system. Okay, I'm babbling. Anyway, keep calm and wait for Quillon. I'm excited about this, and I hope you'll like it the same way you liked the other books of the Rare Wolf series!

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels and I*******m Account: miaxnovels, for more stories !

She greeted me with a smile. "Dr. Curie, I am Jaquelin, obstetrician is my field." So, they are not given me a human doctor? Can I trust her? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

Tq Happy Reading you guys and take care:) Love, Diana

When Tora’s head slowly looked in my direction, I could see yellow and orangish flecks swirling in her eyes. “Maggie. We haven’t had the chance to properly meet. I am Alida or Cheyenne, whatever you want to call me. I am the Queen Alpha for all the wolves and lycans species. I promise you, I mean no harm to Tora. She is my friend, as I hope you will be some day too.” I said as calm as I could with a soft smile on my face. Maggie let out a huff and a little grey smoke came out of Tora’s little button nose. That’s when Jax put his hand on her shoulder causing her to turn towards him.

Qykerth rolled his eyes and poked Queseon’s hole with his fingers and said, “I didn’t even get to stretch you out yet, you’ll rip apart.” Queseon groaned and covered his face with his hands. Qykerth leaned down and licked Queseon’s hole which made him whimper. His fingers slipped in and he started thrusting in and out of Queseon’s tight whole that made him hiss. Qykerth grit his teeth as he lined himself up with Queseon’s hole and looked down at his husband. He reached over and pulled Queseon’s hands away and frowned, “Why are you crying?”

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.