Randal Ivory X Reader Novels & Stories

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

I am already with them, Hunter and Dominus arrive exactly as I am. "I have no classes anymore, free the whole day," I said. "We have, but we can just skip the class. Right, bro?" Hunter asked while showing him the book they got. Dominus nodded at him. Silly men. "We don't really need to attend those by the way!" "Give me the book." Ivory told him. Hunter handed the book to her. It has an odd book cover, it feels like it was made a thousand years ago. The book looks so old.

The doctor explained the next steps of his plan to ensure Ivory makes a full recovery; the orange liquid now being injected through the cannula on Ivory’s hand which rested gently on Dominic’s chest. “She didn’t deserve this; Ivory is the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” Grace who had formed a type of sister bond with Ivory sighs from beside her own mate, her comment only enraged her brother further who growled lowly looking down as Ivory rested against his chest. “Do not worry, when I am finished with this individual, they will see how deadly the consequences were for touching what is mine.” Dominic growled watching as the doctor now removed the cannula from Ivory’s hand now all the medicine

Daphne gasped as the book fell from her hand to find Randall only in his trousers and a towel wrapped around his neck, reflecting his ripped muscles and toned body. “You?” Randall asked, arching a brow in perplexity, but she flushed furiously as the last man she saw half naked was Tristan and it wasn’t appealing like him. “W-What are you doing here?” She asked, taking a step back as her heart began to thump with a scarlet shade adorning her features. “I should be asking you this.” Randall frowned, coming closer, but his nearing steps only enhanced her tension. “D-Don’t come closer.” She stuttered but he couldn’t help but to notice the mad scarlet shade on her face and a slight shiver when he

“You’re delusional.” “Oi, Randal!” Bogdan calls out. “Stop flirting with the merchandise!” Randal raises his hands in surrender. “I’m not flirting, Bo. Just trying to be friendly.” “Well, stop it! I already told you to go fuck the humans, not the wolf shifters!” Randal gives me an apologetic smile. “Forgive Bo. He doesn’t think men and women can be friends without sex being involved.” I roll my eyes. Randal seems to enjoy annoying the other Blood Takers. A part of me finds it amusing. Even with my distaste of him trafficking people across borders, I can’t deny he’s a funny guy.