Rodrick Heffley X Reader Novels & Stories

Stella is practically drooling over him. I try to see what she sees in him. He is devilishly good looking with his messy dark hair and silver eyes, but he is a troublemaker. He and Alaric were always causing trouble growing up. I don’t think I would like to have a mate like him. I prefer someone who is well read and likes to follow the rules. Ryder is definitely neither of those things. Still, there is something about the way he winks at me that makes me weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to finally get him into bed,” she sighs.

My cock stirred right away, pressing against my sweats. Reading it got me so hard, my cock twitching so bad that I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed my sweatpants down, freeing myself, my hands wrapping around the shaft. Stroking it slowly at first, matching the rhythm from the story. Up and down, my thumb on the head, imagining Wyatt's touch. My breaths came faster, my hips bucking into my fist. I flipped pages, reading more, the parts where Bryce joined in my fantasies. In one scene, Rooke had me in his office, his door locked and his scar brushing my thigh as he knelt and sucked my cock deep. His tongue swirling around it, taking me to the base, humming around it. I jerked harder, moan

“I… I just thought we had something real. I thought she trusted me enough to let me in…to let me care.” Rodrick sighed, recognizing the raw honesty behind his friend’s words. “Then don’t destroy yourself waiting for her either. Let her see that you care, yes—but let her also see that you won’t be diminished by her walls.” Kim swallowed hard, the tension in his chest easing slightly, though a storm of emotions still churned within him. “I… I don’t know if I can do that”

"I don't know. He just shows up from time to time, but doesn't buy anything." Ryder tried to get some more information from the worker but it was just Ryder's bad luck that this worker had taken a liking to this man and would absolutely for no reason tell her anything about him. Sighing in defeat, Ryder walked out of the bookstore. Her heart was beating fast, her expression darkening in irritation. So close... she almost found him... that voice... it was Midnight's. EXTRA: Author: What are your thoughts on Aiden? Ryder: Prince Charming

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Before he even finishes detailing the encounter, Rodolpho is back on his hands and knees on the mattress, rubbing his sensitive nipples against the sheets while his own fingers slide into his sticky, semen-filled rear, masturbating furiously while he tells Clark exactly how Jonathan Kent flooded his body. He is the ultimate hotwife of the Kent Syndicate. The realization brings a dangerous, overwhelming climax that locks his thighs in pure ecstasy. As he finally disconnects the feed, Rodolpho Simmons falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of meeting massive, powerful soldiers in syndicate bars across the global territories—and letting them completely destroy his body.

She pants. “We can’t leave our mate wanting, Brother. We should take care of her and keep her happy.” Reed says as he rolls Heather onto her back and pulls her leg over his hip, opening her up and exposing her glistening folds to my exploring hand. “You are so right Brother,” I answered as I started to nibble on my mark. Reed POV

"I thought you'd call me a monster and run." I kissed him and promised I would never run. For the next few days, we were practically glued together. Ryder finally let his Alpha instincts off the leash, and I finally got the husband I’d been dying for. But I was still curious about his little internet diary. When he left for the office, I sneakily logged onto The Den. Sure enough, Midnight_Howler had posted an update: "She knows how I feel! This is better than closing a ten-billion-dollar deal!" I snorted. Such a dramatic Alpha. But his next post made my jaw drop:

“Oh it is, Heather. Don’t act as if she isn’t the whore who ruined our engagement.” “Farrah, please come home. Stay away from your brother,” his voice dropped to a hauntingly soft whisper. “He’s a murderer!” I snorted. “I think all Alphas are.” Indeed. Knowing that he’d been cheating me all along with Adrianna, I can rip off his head right now— Or maybe Roland will do it for me. I looked past my floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun has now set, meaning Roland’s handsome face is now greeting everybody and here I am, locked up in my room because of my desire to speak to myself alone.

he said again. “Roderick” I whispered, my voice squeaky and barely audible. Roderick stared at me for a few more seconds, both our eyes connecting as we gawked at each other. The only thoughts I could process was how ill and old he looked. He didn’t look like a seventeen year old boy, he looked like an extremely stressed man. Roderick broke the gaze first before he turned to eye up Brody. “You’re Alli’s mate?” he asked, a tone of disgust in his voice. Brody noticed that too and growled at him.