Rottmnt X Reader Novels & Stories

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

Her father had never been involved with such dangerous people—let alone the mafia. ‘And… why does he look at me with such hatred?’ ​Sara dug through her memories, searching for some past transgression. But she had never wronged anyone. ​BANG! ​Her thoughts shattered as the bedroom door was kicked open. ​Damon Moretti strode in. He discarded his suit jacket carelessly, leaving him in a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, exposing his sturdy throat. His footsteps were heavy. He reeked of expensive whiskey, and his eyes burned with a rage capable of incinerating anything in its path.

It was as dark in the cinema as it was supposed to be. They were sitting next to each other. Khali sat beside Rye, next to Violet, next to Kaleb, next to Gayle, next to Chase, and next to Yachne. They're watching a horror romance. Khali felt Rye's arm around her. One of his hands was holding her hand. She doesn't refuse anymore because Rye doesn't seem to be doing anything to her. Their seats are cold, and his warm skin helps her not feel cold.