Randal Ivory X Reader Novels & Stories

He’s Prince Randall, my stepbrother and he can do whatever the hell he wants to do. I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. I slumped down my bed and let out a loud huff. Then, I remembered the book I had gotten and I sprang to my feet to get it. It was the best way to distract myself at the moment. I picked it up and opened it to page 120, where I stopped, and was about to continue reading when I recalled what Riley told me. I turned the book to the last page, and there I found his phone number.

The man is as furious as the Sages and perhaps more so. "Don't act smart, Ivor," Randall points out to the Chief Warrior in displeasure. "Although your offense is less severe, you need not try to cover that of the two beside you. We know everything". A hot brew rises to my head; my face turns fire-red like Ralph's. With that, we have betrayed our game. 'Ralph, it's either you or me. We crossed ourselves by being startled by Randall's remark. We have to stay calm, don't let them rattle us with the short clues they give. I think they know little and want to draw the story out of us,' I beckon my cousin into the mind link. 'Yeah. Why don't they get to the point? They mess up my mind with this,

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

I looked at Kyla and then left but while I was leaving, there was this strange look that flashed in her eyes but I didn't get to see it well because it disappeared as it appeared. I was in my room, reading a new novel I found in Tyler's drawer. He had told me that Ivory loved the book so much. It was a book about the human war. Quite interesting as it contained some characters that really got me. I laid on the bed so I got carried away when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I said not wanting to get distracted. I was about to read where a prince had no other option than to leave his bride and go to the war front. I love action movies.

It was Beta Angus’s book of contacts, whether they be for something legal or something a little darker and illegal. Randall smiles even more as he opens the little black book. He wasn’t originally going to use it, as he had Annalise locked in his safe room with no way of her ever leaving. Well, not without him knowing and allowing it, which he would never do, as he had no plans to share her.

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

She pointed to me, and I raised my eyebrows, wondering how I got mixed up with the whole talk. “Thing?” Henry asked, and Ivory swallowed hard. “Well, I have got no business with your nonsense. I've just made myself clear,” Henry said, and Catherine beamed; it was as if she was happy about the situation. “You mean you want to cut our relationship because of a stranger you just met?” Ivory asked. “She’s not a stranger, she’s his fucking mate, bitch” Xandra said, her gaze not raised from her phone. Alex looked so angry with the reply Xandra gave, but he just kept quiet. He stared at me for a second, and I smiled shortly.

I take in every inch of her, from the tiny scar near her brow to the way her fingers twitch, dreaming. I long to touch her, to confirm this isn’t a cruel dream. Slowly, cautiously, I push back a stray strand of her hair, a silken thread of midnight, and she immediately reacts. Her eyes flutter open, and in their depths, I see a whole history of fear and survival. IVORY’S POV

Birds’ chirpings meet my ears along with winds whispering through the light, flowery curtains, a figure standing tall beside the king-sized bed. I turn to my side to behold the redhead who has a facial appearance that is quite far from normal. I do not know how he knows that I am awake and thinking of the old man all these while. He may have missed the part where the only detail I know about Xaulfur is his half-Asian, half-Australian insane nature, and this person by my side does not look Asian at all.