Robert Reynolds X Reader Novels & Stories

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

Chapter Seventy: Boiling Beneath the Calm Jaxon By Wednesday afternoon, Jaxon Brooks had reread Harper’s last text six times—seven if you counted the time he just opened it and stared. It wasn’t because he didn’t believe her. He trusted Harper. Completely. Irrationally. Stupidly. But still—he felt it boiling under his skin. It wasn’t her. It was Ryker.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

“You think I deal in flesh now?” The prospect shifted uncomfortably, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. “She’s not... she’s not for you, Reaper. Just part of the deal. They threw her in.” Jax turned his eyes on me then. Not soft. Not kind. But not empty either. There was something unreadable beneath that cold, dissecting stare, a depth that flickered for a fraction of a second. I didn’t flinch, even though my stomach twisted tight enough to make me dizzy. My hands trembled, hidden behind my back. He noticed the bruises on my wrists—the raw, angry marks where fingers had dug too deep, where bonds had chafed. The torn hem of my dress, stained and frayed, felt as ruined as I was.

“A reader. You attach it to any book, codex, or artifact that contains recorded knowledge. When activated, it transfers the contents directly, without opening the object or disturbing any seals bound to it.” His eyes sharpened with interest after my explanation. “Directly… to my mind?” I raised a brow at that. “No, mine,” I corrected subtly, “or to itself. It stores what it reads. The information can be retrieved later, intact. It doesn't depend on the creator’s mana, only activation.” Silence fell between us. Feline let out a low breath, something between disbelief and awe. He stared at the reader as though he were witnessing the finest creation of his time, and heat crept up my cheeks desp

Funny. "I won't take much of your time." I started. "You spent two minutes staring at me already." She pointed out, with a straight face. I was taken aback for a second. She was blunt! And I liked that. He smiled slightly. "I'm not sorry about that. I'm Jayden Reynolds, Vice President of Reynolds enterprises." I introduced. "I know you. Like I said earlier,I have a business meeting in few minutes, so cut to the chase." I exhaled. What to say? You're the one I had a night stand with years ago? What exactly to say?

Ryder looked at him for a long, measuring moment, with the eyes of a wolf who was also, underneath everything, perceptive in the way of people who had grown up reading rooms for survival. "And the other reason," Ryder said softly. Xander said nothing. Which in this particular silence, a very specific kind of answer.

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

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