Ranfren X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Including you, Ransom. None of your regular shit with ladies. You treat her well, or you answer to me and TTW, over there." Xander snorted. His face was a little livelier now. His voice only the tiniest bit slurred on the mental link connection. "I don't know what I am, yet. But I know I want her. I guess she and I will have to figure that out for ourselves. Her kisses pack a fucking punch though, bro." He gave into a full body shiver.

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As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier. Was he untouched? A virgin? Xavier froze, horrified. "Shit—Raphael—" "Don’t you fucking stop now," Raphael snarled, wrapping his legs around Xavier, dragging him deeper. "I swear I’ll gut you if you leave me like this." Xavier cursed under his breath, but his body betrayed him—he began to move. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Hard. Deep. Punishing. Each thrust dragged curses and moans from Raphael’s lips, alternating between calling him "Xavier" and "brother," maddeningly sweet and filthy.

The people of Tansy Beach have come to depend on Prince Xander looking a certain way, and I intend to deliver. There is one departure from routine, though. Vedran pauses at my neck on the raised redness of Finn’s bite. I haven’t seen it, turned my eyes away from the one creek I passed religiously, like I could make it disappear if I only ignored it, but it is impossible not to feel. Impossible not to know why Vedran has stopped and what he’s thinking. Without a word, he steps over to his bag and pulls out a book. The daily spells, he knows by heart, but he is capable of more, scrawled in tight hand in a heavy, leather tome he carries everywhere.

A mass of white blossom tinged with pink across the sky, creating a remarkable sense of good and peace, except that may not apply in the situation, seeing that Marretje has promptly called for me. Her minions escort me to a hall in Xaulfur’s building. Then they leave me at the half open door to find my way in. Within the tiny space left of the door to close gazes the crude eyes of the witch. Seeing them now, they are dark; not any dark colour, but purely black, which makes me wonder if they took the colour of her heart. Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the wit

Not for long. "She does not take no for an answer, Lira " Ronan warned. ". She will not be happy to see you, a servant wearing the crown she thinks is hers." The doors to the hall burst open. It was really loud. Alpha Xandra did not walk she stalked. She was almost as tall as Ronan with skin like bronze and hair like blonde in a warriors braid. She wore leather armor with wolf bones. She smelled like iron and pine. She ignored everyone else. Looked straight at Ronan.

“I’ve waited forever to hold you. You’re mine. All mine.” She didn’t push him away. She didn’t even flinch. Her heart beat faster, but not from fear. From something… more. “You’re kinda intense,” she whispered, biting back a smile. “And you’re kinda perfect,” he shot back, grinning. “I could write poetry about your freckles.” Alana blinked. “Wait, I have freckles?” “You do now,” Xander declared proudly, then lowered his head, resting it right at the curve of her neck, right where the mark should go.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

On the other hand, Stefan tore my bra and pinched my hard nipples and I felt my core tightening. “Riven! I am about to c*m!”

Reina, whose cheeks were crimson from the sudden heat that had pooled in her legs, nodded as she lowered her gaze, avoiding Xavier's intense eyes; she knew he also felt the same the moment she looked down and saw the huge rise in his pants. “Mind if we go to the hospital later? It seems someone is awake and needs immediate attention, and I can tell the same goes for the little missy hidden in paradise.” Xavier flirted. “Xavier Romano! You cocky mafia…” Reina choked on her words as Xavier's hand slipped under her dress, and he grinned at her. “What can I say? You made me a sex addict, Micetta.” He shrugged as he lurched his fingers forward as they brushed her pussy through her flimsy panties.