Reader X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

She added before she stands up. "How bad?" "Like a wasted driver" She grinned as I smile and pass me a revivified lemonade with her hand on the bottom and side. I gaze at her chin and up from her sight. "This might help you cleanse your ras,p", She said. "My voice is slightly deeper after I aroused" "Little?" "Yup slightly" I take a gulp of the lemonade with lemon sliced for the top and side as well as ice cubes floating in the drink. "Good now?" She asked. I nod before I agree to say 'yes'. Well, this is a fresh start, I f*cked up and I know I will be back for the game after taking myself a good moment with Merinda.

The gem on her collar flared so bright it cast a red glow across Dean’s chest. Lily followed seconds later, her cry muffled against Jenna’s mouth as Alex drove deep into her ass and Dean sucked hard on her clit. Alex came with a guttural groan, flooding Lily’s tight channel with thick, hot spurts. Elena kept licking through every pulse, swallowing the mingled cream that leaked from Jenna’s stretched pussy. They did not stop.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

Evelyn's POV The repairman had barely finished fixing my water pipes before my phone buzzed with a new message from Julian. Julian: Lemon seems to hate Hermès A second later, another message arrived. It was a photo. Lemon was lying miserably on the floor near the entrance, curled tightly into herself on the edge of the rug with the expression of someone emotionally betrayed by luxury living. I laughed immediately. Evelyn: She just hasn’t adjusted to the new environment yet

Ask Romeo. "Brother, I can only think of her alone and at dawn wearing a sweater and reading glasses in the library. "Says Adam with a hoarse voice full of desire. Lillian swallows hard and soon her body goes into flames knowing that even an imagination of her doing something seemingly normal was able to turn her man on. "Okay, I'll retire so you can eat. "Romeo rolls his eyes but ends up laughing at the situation before leaving.

I saw a giant face, blurred and distorted by the perspective, staring down at us with wide, terrified eyes. The Reader wasn't a monster. The Reader was a teenage girl with messy hair and a coffee-stained shirt. And she was **Screaming**. --- ### The Leak The girl dropped the book. As the "World" fell through the air of the "Real" room, the ink began to spill. I felt myself being pulled out of the paper. My legs were no longer made of words. They were turning into liquid black ink, splattering onto a wooden floor that was older and more real than anything I had ever known.

"There's nothing wrong with that, Deborah. Nothing shameful about wanting to read stories that make you feel something." I looked up at him, surprised by the conviction in his voice. "You really think that?" "I know it." He reached past me, his arm brushing mine as he picked up the book again. "Besides, you have excellent taste. Sylvia Dayn knows how to write tension that'll keep you up all night. The way she builds the emotional connection between her characters is incredible." My eyes widened. "Who are you and what have you done with Liam Reynolds?” I asked. “You've read it?"

When his kisses continue down my cheeks, I push at his chest. “Let’s go up to our room?” he asks. “You just arrived, Liam. Let’s take our dinner first and then a bath. And besides...” I push him to sit on a chair and grin, “Lukas is learning to read.” “Hey!” Lukas complains. “You are making it sound as if I don’t know how to read the letters!” I laugh, which is quickly cut off when Liam pulls me to sit on his lap. Trying to ignore my rising desire, I wrap my arms around his neck and say, “He’s finished reading the Tale of Two Cities.”

A sudden wave of disgust filled his stomach. "You've lost it, Bob. You seem to have gotten used to people doing the dirty work for you that you can't even read between the lines anymore." Bob was furious. "I won't blame you much," Lex continued. "You don't read. You now find joy in beer joints and the local harem. But that's none of my business." Lex got up. Arranged his already damp shirt, and walked towards the door. Hold the door knob, he looked back at Bob.

He tried his best to hide behind some students. As the line got shorter, Cyril got a little more excited with his plan. Then his time came and Hera, who didn’t know what was happening, just explained the club and everything about it to Cyril. "Hey, welcome to Reader's Club. They designed this club for students who are adventurous, hopeless romantics, or even those who love to fathom," Hera said before handing the flyer to Cyril. Just then she looked at him. "Hi," Cyril smiled and waved at his best friend.