Rock Lee X Reader Novels & Stories

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand.” The voice wasn’t Kael’s this time. It came from the doorwaysoft, tired, and all too knowing. Rory. She looked pale, shadows bruised beneath her eyes. “That book smells like death.” “Most useful things do.” “What are you doing with it?” I paused, then smiled. “Reading.” “Liar.” She stepped closer, her look hard. “You think I don’t know what that is? The Rite of Reclamation. It’s banned even among your kind.”

Leo protested, “Rael, how can you say that?! Did I say anything wrong?! I treat you as my best friend! Isn’t that touching? Aren’t you moved?!” ***

I was on the eighth page when the door opened. "Jesus." I look up and there's Lee staring at me with a kind of crazy look in his eyes. "What?" "You're in my bed and you look like that and you're reading one of my favorite series. And you stood up for me. I'm gonna devour you tonight. All night." Lee said in a low tone. I smiled and set the book on the night stand before sitting up. "Well what are you waiting for?" Lee locked the door and then he's on me. He starts with his lips on my chest which was classily accessible. I felt like he's going to leave marks, but oh well. I have the makeup to cover it up.

Leo let out a breathy laugh. I shut my eyes, refilling my lungs with air. I snuggle even closer to his body, relaxing into his hold. I’m still mindlessly rubbing over the bracelet on my wrist. “The water is getting cold,” Leo pressed a kiss on my hair, my ear, “I don’t want your doctor to scold me, Raphael is a scary guy.” I chuckle, shaking my head at his jest. It felt as if my heart was physically submerged in water. This feeling with Leo is swelling in my chest, so tender, so soft.

He could see that I was pissed and I wanted my pound of flesh. “Hello Leo. We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Lucas Reed. The Alpha of the Midnight Moon Pack. And Meadow’s mate.” I said. “W…what?” He stuttered. “Oh. Did Mateo forget to mention that part? Yeah, you tried to rape and then kill my mate. And if you thought he was scary, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I said, taking my jacket off. “That’s bullshit. Meadow always said that she didn’t want a mate.” Leo said.

Lex replied, his face suddenly adopting a serious expression. "Good for her, I suppose. No need for her to grace us with her presence, not even her shadows," Rylie retorted, her tone dripping with maliciousness. A bitch, to put it bluntly. Curiosity got the best of me, and I feigned innocence as I asked, "What do you mean by that?" I felt Lex's gaze shift towards me, accompanied by a gentle squeeze on my shoulder. He was worried, I knew it. So, I reached out and caressed his hand, which now rested on my shoulder, silently assuring him that I was fine.

Suddenly, Robin emerges from behind us. "The rogues are demanding an explanation," he says. For the first time, I remember we have an audience. I look up at the crowd. They are all watching in stunned silence. Patrick clears his throat and addresses them. "This is Rylie. My mate. And your luna." He embraces me again. I am so happy to be in his arms again. I feel safe and protected, in spite of the rogues that are glaring at me. "What the hell?" people start to mutter.

She read one of them and it was a book about mystical creatures that existed throughout the Realms. Debby took one of them and opened it. Lilly smiled as Debby’s brow furrowed at all the letters on the paper. Debby really wanted Lilly to teach her to read. However, Rio was still here and she was embarrassed to admit it. Lilly opened the book she was holding, and started to read when suddenly the four Lycan male next to them stiffened. Lilly looked at them and she was sure they must have received some news in their mind link.

Roxanna slaps her mouth embarrassed. "I hope everyone has their seatbelts on," Ryan says as he starts the car. "You girls may need this." Lee passes a bag of chips to us. I start to read my novel, Roxanna logs into her I*******m. She has quite the followers. Am almost finishing the first page when Quinn speaks. "He dies." He utters. I turn to him angry for spoiling the book for me. His eyes are still shut. I grab the earphones from him and put one in my ear. There is no music. He was just pretending.

“I’m stating a fact. “I said, coldly. The silence hit hard. I know I should hate Liora and she deserve to suffer. I hate her face. Hate her voice. Hate her softness, her silence, the way she never fought back hard enough. Hate that she still looked at me like she is not Alaric Hale’s Daughter. All I could see was the way her fingers trembled when she folded that damn cloth. The way she stood there waiting, hoping I’d say something different but I said nothing. The tension in the room thickened, but I didn’t care. Let Ms. Blackwood stew in her own expectations. I never promised her anything except a warm bed and cold silence. She opened her mouth again, probably to throw another insult toward