Sally Face X Reader Novels & Stories

"I uh...I" "Xander, am I missing something?" "No it's just...It's...uh..." "Are you seeing someone?" "Yes. No! I mean no I-I mean yeah but no I-" Slowly but surely, Soralina's face broke into a smile, excitement radiating off of her. "Alexander Russo, are you blushing right now?" Xander gave up defending himself, putting on a resting bitch face. "Shut up." Soralina laughed out loud, clapping her thighs to hold on her laughter while Xander sighed in frustration.

Sarah's POV The car door slams shut, and I’m wedged between two sentinels, their hands gripping my arms with unyielding force. Sally sits in the front beside Ryan, a smug grin plastered across her face as the car jerks forward. My heart races, but I refuse to show them an ounce of fear. Sally turns slightly, a chilling gleam in her eyes. “Sarah,” she drawls, her tone almost mocking. “It’s time you learned what real pain feels like.”

Sally, who until that moment, hadn't even realised that Lenny had come, sat up in surprise and looked down at her generous firm pale breasts and red nipples dripping with sperm. "Sorry," Rachel sputtered, wiping her mouth clean. "Oh!" Sally, who had been resigned to letting Lenny come in her mouth once again, looked up at him, wondering how he would feel about Rachel spitting and not swallowing.

“Nikolai, why didn’t you introduce me to your beautiful acquaintance?” My friend, always a fucking opportunist. Sally blushes. “You don’t need to flatter me,” she says, but her posture straightens, and her cheeks redden. Xander’s charm kicks in like smooth waves. “Flatter? I’m just telling the truth.” Sally blushes harder. “Pardon my friend’s rudeness.” Xander extends his hand in a shake. “I’m Xander, and you are?” “Sally.” She takes his hand.

Sally: Did you expect him to follow your orders? Allen turned around and gazed in surprise. Allen: How come you’re here? Sally: Forget about that! I dare you to spend at least one night with him. I bet you can’t… Allen: Don’t be so sure of yourself! Sally trick smiled and moved forward to her car. At the Bar

I do not answer the media call. Not yet. “What is that,” Ben asks quietly, and his voice is steady, but his body has gone rigid in the way it only does when something has already moved past containment. Sally’s face drains of color as she scans the incoming data, her fingers moving fast across the screen while her jaw tightens with every line she reads, and when she finally looks up at me there is no hesitation left in her expression. “The files are out,” she says. “Not all of them, but enough.”

He has the blackest eyes I've ever seen; his eyelashes are so long that most women would be envious to see them; he has a well-defined, proud, prominent nose, prominent cheekbone, and those kissable lips that I've dreamed of tasting a few times already. When he caught me staring at him, I immediately bowed my head, and I could feel his intense gaze even though I couldn't see it. "What's the matter with you, Yesha? Why aren't you responding to Xavier's question?" Sally asked. "What was it?" I asked because I didn't hear what they were talking about. "Xavier wanted to know if you were having a good time here," she stated. "Of course," I answered weakly. It was fortunate that my other colleague

Sally got to look at his face closely, the thick scar on his cheeks that gave him a savage look. At last, he pushed away from her and started out of the room. "Come and show me the dungeon, Sally." .