Reader X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

Clear as day, in tiny reflective letters: The Reader’s Digest, Freelance Contributor. Eli stared at the image, a slow and dangerous smile formed on his lips. “There you are,” he murmured. He tore the page from the magazine and set it on his desk, tapping his finger against Adrian’s ID badge. Now I know where to find you. A plan was already forming in his mind, fast and merciless. He leaned back in his chair, as his eyes gleamed. “Let’s see what you do, Adrian Cross,” he whispered. “W hen the man you kissed shows up… on your turf.”

I read the opening of my new scene aloud, voice strong and confident, as I sank down onto his cock. “He pushed her against the wall, his thick cock sliding into her soaked pussy in one thrust…” I rode him hard, bouncing on his length while reading. Every time I described something filthy, I slammed down harder. “She was dripping down his cock… creaming all over him… begging him to fuck her harder…” Elias groaned, hips thrusting up to meet me. I rode him faster, grinding my clit against him with every movement. I kept reading, my voice getting breathier as pleasure built.

Leo asked, his eyes wide with terror as a Delete arm hovered inches above his head. ​"Don't be a hero. Don't be a sovereign. Don't even be an heir," Nora said, her form beginning to glow with a blinding, incandescent white. "Be a Reader. Look at this world and tell it that it’s Unbelievable." ​Leo looked up at the glowing pillars, the circuit-board sky, and the faceless "Warfare" logic. He took a deep breath, and for the first time in 149 chapters, he didn't use the "Silver Power." He used Judgment.

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

Leonard reached out and snatched the documents from Damon's hand. "Leonard, you can't read it!" Damon roared in a low voice.

Leo had said. Damon remembered Serena being greatly astonished. She had exerted considerable self-control not to overreact in front of Leo. "Even if he's just parroting Celeste, memorizing something like that is impressive,” Serena had later told Damon. Leo, being able to recite the Modern Wisdom Dictionary and the Ashford Dictionary, found reading the Four Great Classical Novels unsurprising. Damon knew his statements were genuine and not Celeste's. Since Leo didn't like 'The Dream of the Red Chamber', he must have another purpose for being here.

he said, pulling out a small pouch and handing it to me. As I unwrapped a piece and popped it into my mouth, the familiar tang of lemon exploded on my tongue. It tasted… like him. Like his lips, always faintly scented with lemon, intoxicatingly sweet. The memory of our kisses, the taste of his skin flooded back, igniting a fire within me and a canal desire. Heat suddenly surged through me, and I could feel my chest tightening. Fuck! How can lemon candies turn me on now? I’m slowly getting crazy.

The never seeing each other again part sounded like a knife to his gut, and it made no sense because he'd said similar words to her about two weeks ago. A corner of his mouth twitched, then he gave her a solemn nod. “Sounds like a good idea.” ________ Lexi sat outside on the private balcony of her bedroom, at the cute little wrought-iron patio set, reading the novel she’d started two days ago. The sun felt warm on her skin, and a damp, salty ocean breeze flipped the ends of her ponytail. What better place to relax and get her mind out of the fears she'd been having lately? To kick back and put her feet up? Yet she was so tense she’d read the same paragraph half a dozen times and still had no

Power was efficient when it didn’t have to shout. Later at recess, I saw her with that friend—Bethany—sitting in the corner like two awkward birds. I felt a pull at the sight of them, the same tug I feel when a plan checks out. I walked over, my twenty-dollar lemonade in hand because I liked the idea of ruining the picture fully. One toss, and the liquid hit the book. The soft rip of pages was satisfying in the way a good sentence should be.